"Well, you ought to know--being such a devoted and attentive grandson." Piers' hands clenched at the words.

He looked suddenly dangerous.

"What in thunder do you mean ?" he demanded.
Tudor was nothing loth to enlighten him.

He was plainly angry himself.
"I mean," he said, "if you must have it, that the time you spend philandering here would be better employed in looking after the old man, who has spent a good deal over you and gets precious little interest out of the investment." "Confound you!" exclaimed Piers violently.

"Who the devil are you to talk to me like this?
Do you think I'm going to put up with it, what?
If so, you're damned well mistaken.