"I want a word with you," he announced curtly.

"Will you come out, or shall I come in ?" "You'd better come in," said Tudor, suppressing a shiver, "unless I'm wanted up at the Abbey." "You're not," said Piers.
He stepped into the passage, and impetuously stripped off his heavy coat.

Tudor shut the door, and turned round.

He surveyed his visitor's evening-dress with a touch of contempt.

He himself was clad in an ancient smoking-jacket, much frayed at the cuffs; and his carpet-slippers were so trodden down at the heel that he could only just manage to shuffle along in them.
"Go into the consulting-room!" he said.