"I couldn't help it this time." "Get away, do!" said Sir Beverley, jerking himself irritably from him.

"I detest being pawed about, as you very well know.

In Heaven's name, have your tea, if you want it! I shan't touch any.

It's past my time." "Oh, rot!" said Piers.

"If you don't, I shan't." "Yes, you will." Sir Beverley pointed an imperious hand towards a table on the other side of the fire.