That Tudor disliked him in return was a fact that could scarcely escape the notice of the most careless observer.
The two were plainly antipathetic, and were scarcely civil to one another even in public.
But that night Piers' antagonism flared to a deadly hatred.

The smouldering fire had leaped to a fierce blaze.

Two nights before he had smothered it with the exultant conviction that Tudor's chances with Avery were practically non-existent.

He had known with absolute certainty that he was not the type of man to attract her.

But to-night his mood had changed.