She arose and kissed her brothers good- night.

By Narcissus she paused.
"Be careful of your eyes, dear.

And if you are going to be busy with that great book these next few evenings I will have the table brought across to the other side where you will be cosier." Narcissus came out of his calculations and looked up at her gently.
"Please do not disarrange the furniture for me; a change always fidgets me, even before I take in precisely what has happened." He smiled.
"In that I resemble my old friend Vespasian, who would have no alterations made when he visited his home--_manente villa qualis fuerat olim, ne quid scilicet oculorum consuetudini deperiret_.
A pleasant trait, I have always thought." He lit her candle and kissed her, and Dorothea went up the broad staircase to her own room.

Half-way along the corridor she stayed a moment to look down upon the hall.

Endymion had dropped his newspaper and was yawning; a sure sign that Narcissus, already reabsorbed in the Itinerary, would in a few moments be hurried from it to bed.
She reached the door of her room and opened it, then checked an exclamation of annoyance.