Do you mind going now?
I'm going to splash." His tone was deliberately jaunty, but it held undoubted determination.
He kept his eyes unswervingly on his grandfather's face.
Sir Beverley stood his ground, however, his black brows fiercely drawn.
"Get up, Piers!" he ordered, his tone no longer blustering, but curtly peremptory.

"Get up, do you hear ?" he added with a gleam of humour.

"You may as well give in at once, you young mule.

You'll have to in the end." "Shall I ?" said Piers.
And then suddenly his own sense of humour was kindled again, and he uttered his boyish laugh.
"We won't quarrel about it, what ?" he said, and stretched a wet hand upwards.

"Let's consider the incident closed! There's nothing whatever to be fashed about." Sir Beverley's thin lips twitched a little.