They sprinkled his basket, liberally sprinkled the rug and the little dog.
Perfume-pastilles were in one of the sitting-rooms below; and Virginia would have gone down softly to fetch a box, but Dorothea restrained her, in pity for the servants, with the remark: 'It would give us a nightmare of a Roman Catholic Cathedral!' A bit of the window was lifted by Dorothea, cautiously, that prowling outsiders might not be attracted.
Tasso was wooed to his basket.

He seemed inquisitive; the antidote of his naughtiness excited him; his tail circled after his muzzle several times; then he lay.

A silken scarf steeped in eau d'Arquebusade was flung across him.
Their customary devout observances concluded, lights were extinguished, and the ladies kissed, and entered their beds.
Their beds were not homely to them.

Dorothea thought that Virginia was long in settling herself.

Virginia did not like the sound of Dorothea's double sigh.