Never have stood it and never will.

Who was that white-faced cat that got in my way this afternoon and helped you to a thrashing?
Eh, Piers?
Who was she, I say?
Who was she ?" Piers made a sharp involuntary movement of the hands, and as swiftly restrained himself.

He looked his grandfather full in the face.
"Ask me after dinner, sir," he said, speaking with something of an effort, "and I'll tell you all I know." "You'll tell me now!" declared Sir Beverley, shaking the shoulder he gripped with savage impatience.
But Piers put up a quick hand and stopped him.

"No, sir, not now.

Come and dine first! I've no mind to go dinnerless to bed.