Drink it, Piers! Do you hear ?" Piers looked for a moment as if he were on the verge of rebellion, then abruptly he raised the cup to his lips and drained it.

He set it down with a shudder of distaste.
"You might have let me have it separately," he remarked.

"Tea and brandy don't blend well.

I shall sleep like a hog after this.

Besides, I shouldn't have had rheumatic fever.