When shall we start ?" he said.
Sir Beverley stared.

"What the devil are you laughing at ?" he demanded.
Piers had returned to the peeling of his walnut.

"Nothing, sir," he said airily.

"At least, nothing more important than your reason for going abroad." "Damn your impudence!" said Sir Beverley, and then for some reason he too began to smile.

"That's settled then.