I don't bear no ill will--things being as they are.

I've had time to reflect since last night--and I don't see no reason why Miss Greyle and me shouldn't come to terms--through you." Vickers lighted his own pipe, and took some time over it.
"What are you after, Chatfield ?" he asked at length.

"Something, of course.

You say you want to come to terms with Miss Greyle.

That, of course, is because you know very well that Miss Greyle is the legal owner of Scarhaven, and that--" Chatfield waved his pipe.
"I don't!" he answered, with what seemed genuine eagerness.