I thought--possibly--you'd come to shake hands, or I shouldn't have been in such a hurry to let you in.

As it is,--" "Confound you, Piers!" broke in Sir Beverley.

"Don't preach to me! Sit up again! Do you hear?
Sit up, and let me look at you!" But Piers made no movement to comply.

"No, sir; thanks all the same.

I don't want to be looked at.