He only looked a little colder, a little more satirical, than was his wont.
"Well ?" he said.

"What of it ?" Piers showed his teeth momentarily.

His hands were hard gripped behind him, as though he restrained himself by main force from open violence.
"You don't deny it ?" he said.
"Why should I ?" Tudor's thin lips displayed a faint sneer.

"I certainly advised your grandfather to go away, and I think the advice was sound." "It was--from your point of view." A tremor of fierce humour ran through Piers' speech.

"But plans--even clever ones--don't always turn out as they should.