_De mortuis_, you know; much more so when one speaks of a father.

I think, by the bye, Alec ought to write something about him for publication; don't you?
I was going to say, Piers, that, if I remember rightly, I am in your debt for a small sum, which you very generously lent me.

Ah, that book! It grows and grows; I _can't_ get it into final form.

The fact is Continental art critics-- But I was going to say that I must really insist on being allowed to pay my debt--indeed I must--soon as this business is settled." He paused, watching Piers' face.

His own had not waxed more spiritual of late years, nor had his demeanour become more likely to inspire confidence; but he was handsome, in a way, and very fluent, very suave.
"Be it so," replied Piers frankly; "I shall be glad of the money, I confess." "To be sure! You shall have it with the least possible delay.