Juliet was the first to come down, and she immediately set about tidying up the little room. Her brothers and her aunt were constantly taking books from the library, leaving them scattered around the lounge, and never putting them back. And as it seemed unfair to tax the servants with replacing books that they probably could not read to their proper places, the task almost always fell to her. When Swale joined her a few minutes later, looking surprisingly elegant in his formal evening dress, she was carrying a stack of books over to a side table. He stopped in the doorway and looked in, rubbing his head self-consciously, and to her annoyance, he did not offer his assistance. She did not want his help, of course, but she would have enjoyed telling him so.He said merely, "More books, I see."She plunked them down on the table, snatched the top one, and sat down with it."Your brothers will very likely be late," he said. "We are all three of us sharing the same valet, and I got him first." He was looking as well as she supposed it was possible for him to look.
