"Come here, boy!" Piers came to him unabashed.
Sir Beverley got heavily to his feet and took him by the shoulder.

"Who is that woman, Piers ?" he said, regarding him piercingly.
Piers' forehead was instantly drawn by a quick frown.

He stood passive, but there was a suggestion of resistance about him notwithstanding.
"Whom do you mean, sir ?" he said.

"What woman ?" "You know very well who I mean," snarled Sir Beverley.

"Come, I'll have none of your damn' nonsense.