Crowther, let me present you to my grandfather, Sir Beverley Evesham! I've just been to look for you," he added to the latter.

"But Victor told me you had gone out, and then I spied you out of the window." "I told you I was coming out, didn't I ?" growled Sir Beverley.

"So this is a friend of yours, is it?
How is it I've never heard of him before ?" "We lost sight of each other," explained Piers, pulling forward a chair between them and dropping into it.

"But that state of affairs is not going to happen again.

How long are you over for, Crowther ?" "Possibly a year, possibly more." Again Crowther's eyes were upon him, critical but kindly.
"Going to spend your time in England ?" asked Piers.
Crowther nodded.