He turned away in silence.
The clock on the mantelpiece chimed the hour.

Two o'clock! Tudor looked at it with a wry smile.

It had been a lively quarter of an hour.
The surgery-door banged upon Piers' departure.

He heard his feet move heavily to the gate, and the dull clang of the latter closing behind him.
Then, after a protracted pause, there came the sound of his motor.
As this throbbed away into distance Tudor smiled again grimly, ironically.

"Yes, you young ruffian," he said.