We'll go to Monte Carlo, eh, Piers?
You'll like that." "Do you think I am to be trusted at Monte Carlo ?" said Piers.
"I let you go round the world by yourself while you were still an infant, so I almost think I can trust you at Monte Carlo under my own eye," returned Sir Beverley.
Piers was silent.

The smile had left his lips.

He frowned slightly over his task.
"Well ?" said Sir Beverley, suddenly and sharply.
"Well, sir ?" Piers raised his brows without looking up.
The old man brought down an impatient fist on the table.

"Why can't you say what you think ?" he demanded angrily.

"You sit there with your mouth shut as if--as if--" His eyes went suddenly to the woman's face on the wall with the red lips that smiled half-sadly, half-mockingly, and the eyes that perpetually followed him but never smiled at all.