He crossed the hearth and set it on the table at Sir Beverley's elbow.
"That's just as you like it, sir," he urged.

"Have it--just to please me!" "Take it away!" said Sir Beverley, without raising his eyes.
"It's only ten minutes late after all," said Piers, with all meekness.

"I wish you hadn't waited, though it was jolly decent of you.

You weren't anxious of course?
You know I always turn up some time." "Anxious!" echoed Sir Beverley.

"About a cub like you! You flatter yourself, my good Piers." Piers laughed a little and stooped over the blaze.