"Please, sir!" "No," said Saltash.
Toby said no more, but his fingers fastened like a bird's claw on the man's arm, and he shivered.
"You're frightened!" said Saltash.
"No, sir! No, sir!" he protested.
"Yes, you are.

You needn't bother to lie to me.

I always know." Saltash's voice held an odd note of comradeship.

"Beastly sensation, isn't it?
Have some more brandy!" Then, as Toby refused, he sat down abruptly on the edge of the couch and thrust an arm out to him.

Toby crept to him then like a nervous dog and trembled against his side.
"Little ass!" said Saltash again.