"Have you been boozing, or have I ?" And then, his perceptions growing stronger, he took the glass from the quivering hand and slowly drank.
The draught steadied him.

He looked up with more assurance, and saw Piers, still with that deathly look on his face, leaning against the mantelpiece for support.
"What on earth's the matter ?" said Tudor sharply.
He felt for his glasses, found them dangling over his shoulder, and put them on.

One of them was cracked across, an illuminating fact which accounted for much.

He looked keenly at Piers for several quiet seconds.
At length with a shade of humour he spoke.

"Here endeth the first lesson! You'd make a better show if you had a drink also.