He spoke again, below his breath, as if more to himself than to Tudor.
"You looked so horribly like--like--a man I once--saw killed." "If you are wise, you will go home to bed," said Tudor gruffly.
Piers flashed a swift look at him.

He stood hesitating.

"You're not really hurt ?" he questioned, after a moment.
"Thank you," said Tudor drily, "I am not." He made no movement of reconciliation.

Perhaps it was hardly to be expected of him.

Piers made none either.