"I'm beastly rude," he remarked.

"Have a crumpet!" "Eat 'em yourself!" said Sir Beverley.

"I hate 'em!" Piers picked up the plate and began to eat.

He stared at the blaze as he did so, obviously lost in thought.
"Don't dream!" said Sir Beverley sharply.
He turned his eyes upon his grandfather's face--those soft Italian eyes of his so suggestive of hidden fire.

"I wasn't--dreaming," he said slowly.