And he might, if his brain were over-fatigued, drop down later in the night in his pajamas and dressing-gown when the house was quiet, and compose his mind with a brandy and water, or something suitable to the stillness of the hour.

But this was not really a drink.
Mr.Rasselyer-Brown called it a _nip_; and of course any man may need a _nip_ at a time when he would scorn a drink.
* * * * * But after all, a woman may find herself again in her daughter.

There, at least, is consolation.

For, as Mrs.Rasselyer-Brown herself admitted, her daughter, Dulphemia, was herself again.

There were, of course, differences, certain differences of face and appearance.