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On his right there was an adjustable reading-stand, holding an open copy of a recent English review. One hand, adorned with an elaborately emblazoned seal-ring, hung heavily toward the floor; a cigar that had gone out was still between the fingers. His head, resting on a cushion of violet brocade, had fallen slightly to one side. She sat down beside him, to wait till he woke up.
"'Sir, said the Prince of Heiligwaldenstein, with quite unusual courtesy, 'I should like only one word with you. "...and in their chariots, went on the old man weakly, 'but we will trust in the name of the Lord of Hosts.... His last words were inaudible, but he closed the book reverently and, being nearly blind, made a groping movement and gripped the reading-stand.
Somehow the very profusion of scholarly symbols about him the great dark rows of encased and crowded book-shelves rising to the ceiling, the classical engravings upon the wall, the revolving book-case, the reading-stand, the mass of littered magazines, reviews, and papers at either end of the costly and elaborate writing-desk seemed to make it the easier for him to explain without reproach that he needed information about Abram.
The reading-stand lay unobserved upon the floor: he had forgotten to "put it to rights." He looked all about the room, dispersing the deeper shadows by movements of the candle in his hand, and crossing over to the door tested it by turning and pulling the knob with all his strength.
The boys filed into the schoolroom in solemn silence, and took their seats at the desks and along the brown tables. The Doctor was there before them, standing up with one elbow resting upon a reading-stand, and with a suggestion of coming thunder in his look and attitude that, combined with the oppressive silence, made some of the boys feel positively ill. Presently he began.
Beside the pillow was a tiny reading-stand and on this was a candle and a book with thought of her old habit of reading after she had come home from pleasures like those of to-night when they were pleasures. Beside the book her maid had set a little cut-glass vase of blossoms which had opened since she put them there were just opening now. "How can I read? How can I sleep?"
But" he looked round the room in quest of its deficiencies "what's wrong with it?" "Nothing's wrong. You don't understand." "No, I don't." His eye fell upon the corner where the piano once stood that was now in Edith's room. "There are three things," said he, "that you certainly ought to have. A piano, and a reading-stand, and a comfortable sofa. You shall have them."
But one does not stride far in darkness; he began to grope, and finding the wall followed it to an angle, turned, followed it past the two windows and there in another corner came into violent contact with the reading-stand, overturning it. It made a clatter that startled him. He was annoyed.
In the centre of the floor there was an oak table a table made of sharp slabs of oak laid upon a frame that was evidently of ancient design, probably early German, a great, gold screen sheltered a high canonical chair with elaborate carvings, and on a reading-stand close by lay the manuscript of a Latin poem. "And what is this?" said Mr Hare.
He went to bed with the argument still unsettled, and, because it seethed in his mind, reached out to his reading-stand to cool his brain with the limpid philosophies of Stevenson's "Virginibus Puerisque." "The cruellest lies are often told in silence," he read the very letters of the words seemed to scorch his eyes with prophetic fires.
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