‘I do not wish to see every one fast asleep to-morrow evening,’ said Emily, and she looked at her cousin, whose head was far back over his chair. ‘He is a Trojan,’ said Reginald. ‘Is a Trojan better than a Spartan?’ asked Ada, meditatively. ‘Helen thought so,’ said Claude. ‘“When Greek meets Greek, then comes the tug of war,”’ muttered the Marquis. ‘You are all talking Greek,’ said Jane. ‘Arabic,’ said Claude. As far as it could be comprehended, Lord Rotherwood’s answer related to Maurice and the wasps. ‘There,’ said Emily, ‘what is to be done if he is in that condition to-morrow?’ ‘I am not asleep; what makes you think I am?’ ‘I wish you would sit in that great chair,’ said Emily, ‘I am afraid you will break your neck; you look so uncomfortable, I cannot bear to see you.’ ‘I never was more comfortable in my life,’ said Lord Rotherwood, asleep while finishing the sentence; but this time, happily with his elbows on the table, and his head in a safer position. The next day was spent rather more rationally. Lord Rotherwood met with a book of Irish Tales, with which he became so engrossed that he did not like to leave it when Emily and Claude were ready to ride to Devereux Castle with him. When there he was equally eager and vehement about each matter that came under consideration, and so many presented themselves, that Emily began to be in agonies lest she should not be at home in time to dress and receive her guests. They did, however, reach the house before Lilias, who had been walking with Miss Weston, came in, and when she went upstairs, she found Emily full of complaints at the inconvenience of having no Rachel to assist her in dressing, and to see that everything was in order, and that Phyllis was fit to appear when she came down in the evening; but, by the assistance of Lily and Jane, she got over her troubles, and when she went into the drawing-room, she was much relieved to find her two gentlemen quite safe and dressed. She had been in great fear of Lord Rotherwood’s straying away to join in some of Reginald’s sports, and was grateful to the Irish book for keeping him out of mischief.