But it was all right.

She and the boy got in without being caught." He stirred his coffee thoughtfully, and fell silent again.
"You'd better go to bed," said Sir Beverley abruptly.
Piers looked up, meeting the hard grey eyes with the memory of his dream still lingering in his own.
Slowly the dream melted.

He began to smile.

"I think I'd better," he said.

"I'm infernally sleepy, and it's getting late." He drank off his coffee and rose.