CHAPTER XVIII
A DREAM
The day that Ariston left, the Mater summoned me to her room to make plans for the day, and I found Lydia there, engaged in moving a bracket of beautifully wrought iron that she found too low. While I talked to the Mater I found my eyes following Lydia's movements as she stood with her back to me unscrewing the bracket from the wall. The Mater soon came to an understanding with me and left the room to attend to her household duties. I was left alone with Lydia.
She had by this time unscrewed the bracket and was holding it higher up against the wall, estimating the height, prior to fastening it in again.
"You will never be able to fasten it at that height," said I, "without a ladder."
She looked round at me, still holding the bracket against the wall, and I wished I had the art of a sculptor to immortalize her as she stood.
She smiled as she said: "How about a chair, Xenos?"
I immediately brought a chair to her.