But I judged it better not to shew my anger, since I was, as the Holy Father had told me, to be "in the world," though interiorly not of it: and so I feigned sleep instead, and presently had to snore aloud before my cousin could see it: and, as he stopped speaking, my Cousin Dorothy came in to bid us good-night.
"Why, I have been half asleep," I said.

"I am tired with my journey.
What were you saying, cousin ?" He leered again at that, as if to draw attention to his daughter's presence.
"Why, we were talking of high matters of state," he said, "when you fell asleep--matters too high for little maids to hear of.

Give me a kiss, my dear." When she came to me, I kissed her on the forehead, and not upon the cheek which she offered me.
"Is that the Italian custom ?" cried my Cousin Tom.

"Why, we can teach you better than that--eh, Dolly ?" She said nothing to that; but looked at me a little anxiously and then at the table where the wine stood; and I thought that I understood her.
"Well, cousin," I said, "I, too, had best be off to bed.

We had best both go.