Drink this! Don't spill it now! And don't sit down on the fire, for I don't feel equal to pulling you off!" His manner was briskly professional, the manner he usually reserved for the hysterical portion of his patients.

He was still feeling decidedly shaky himself, but Piers' collapse was an admirable restorative.

He stood by, vigilant and resolute, while the brandy did its work.
Piers drank in silence, not looking at him.

All the arrogance had gone out of him.

He looked broken and unmanned.
"Better ?" asked Tudor at length.
He nodded mutely, and set down the glass.
Tudor surveyed him questioningly.