Rawbon turned to him with a searching glance, and, after a pause, said:

"Terms."

"What?"

"I want to make terms with you."

"About what?"

"About this whole affair."

"Well. Go on."

"I know you can hurt me for this with the law, and I know you mean to.
Now I want this matter hushed up."

Harold would have spoken, but Arthur implored him with a glance, and
answered:

"What assurance can you give us against your outrages in the future?"

"None."

"None! Then why should we compromise with you?"

"Because I've got the best hand to-night, and you know it. For her, you
know, you'll do 'most anything--now, won't you?"

The fellow's complaisant smile caused Arthur to look away with disgust.