Come along! Let's trot in and have it!" He had his way.

Sir Beverley went with him, though half against his will.
They entered the dining-room still linked together, and a woman's face smiled down upon them from a picture-frame on the wall with a smile half-sad, half-mocking--such a smile as even at that moment curved Piers' lips, belying the reckless gaiety of his eyes.
They dined in complete amicability.

Piers had plenty to say at all times, and he showed himself completely at his ease.

He was the only person in the world who ever was so in Sir Beverley's presence.

He even now and then succeeded in provoking a sardonic laugh from his grandfather.