"Of course, silly," said Eustace, in a mocking tone, and they both laughed.
"Good-night, you two," said a voice along the passage, and Herbert turned off into his own room.
"I'm coming to brush my hair in your room to-night," said Brenda, bearing down upon them, brush and comb in hand.
Eustace passed on.
"It is all different already," he said softly. "I think Bob has been right all along—Aunt Dorothy has bewitched us, every one."