"Who spoke to you?
Well, madam, continue! How much do you consider him good for ?" Piers pulled a coin impetuously from his pocket and slapped it down on the table in front of Grade.

"There you are, Pixie!" he said.

"I'm good for that." Gracie stared at the coin with widening eyes, not offering to touch it.
"Oh, Piers!" she said, with a long indrawn breath.

"It's a whole sovereign! Oh no!" He laughed a reckless laugh, while over her head his eyes challenged his grandfather's.

"That's all right, Piccaninny," he said lightly.