his eyes became distant, and his lips smiled. "Up here—in this old place—how one hears the pines!"
She cried out from the other end of the room, as though she were speaking with some one behind a shut door:
"I've ordered dinner at seven. I thought you'd probably have missed a meal or two, or would want to go to bed early." She said it very smartly, with her head on one side like a bird, as if she was pleading that he would find her very clever about ordering dinner and thinking of his comfort.
"Good," he said. "I'd better dress now, hadn't I?" He looked up the staircase, and would have gone up had I not held him back; for the little room in the south wing, with the fishing-rods and the old books, went in the rebuilding, absorbed by the black-and-white magnificence that is Kitty's bedroom.
