"Your grandfather is wanting you." "Who says so ?" said Piers aggressively.
"I say so." Curtly Tudor made answer, meeting Piers' quick frown with one equally decided.
Piers stood still in front of him.

"Have you just come from the Abbey ?" he demanded.
"I have." Tudor's tone was non-committal.

He stood facing Piers, waiting to pass.
"What are you always going there for ?" burst forth Piers, with heat.

"He doesn't want you--never follows your advice, and does excellently well without it." "Really!" said Tudor.

He uttered a short, sarcastic laugh, albeit his thick brows met closely above his glasses.