"I suppose she has become a very special friend in consequence." "I doubt if she would call herself so," said Piers.
The old man's mouth took a bitter, downward curve.

"You see, you're rather young," he observed.
Piers' eyes fell away from his abruptly.

"Yes, I know," he said, in a tone that seemed to hide more than it expressed.
Sir Beverley continued to stare at him, but he did not lift his eyes again.

They were fixed steadily upon the ruby light that shone in the wine in front of him.
The silence lengthened and became oppressive.

Sir Beverley still watched Piers' intent face.