lously, mixing the sugar in my glass with a clean silver spoon.
"One was broken," said my wife, absently; she was holding the tap open just then and the water was running out easily and prettily.
I laughed.
"What's it about?" asked my brother.
"Oh, nothing. Wheel me into the study just once more. You may as well trouble yourself for the sake of a hero. You idled away your time while I was away, but now that is over, I'll bring you to order," and I began singing, as a joke of course—"My friends, we're bravely hurrying towards the foe . . ."
They understood the joke and smiled, only my wife did not lift up her face, she was wiping the cups with a clean embroidered cloth. And in the study I saw once again the light-blue wall-paper, a lamp with a green shade and a table with a water-bottle upon it. And it was a little dusty.
"Pour me some water out of this," ordered I, merrily.
"But you've just had tea."
"That doesn't matter, pour me out some. And you," said I to my wife, "take our son, and go into the next room for a minute. Please."
And I drank the water with delight in small sips, while my wife and son were in the next room, and I could not see them.
"That's all right. Now come here. But why is he not in bed by this time?"
