Nap raised no further protest.
"Go and have it right now," his brother said.
"And--in case I don't see you again--goodnight!" He held out his hand, still leaning against the mantelpiece.

His eyes, blue and very steady, looked straight into Nap's.

So for a second or two he held him while Nap, tight-lipped, uncompromising, looked straight back.
Then, "Good-night," Lucas said again gravely, and let him go.
Yet for an instant longer Nap lingered as one on the verge of speech.

But nothing came of it.

He apparently thought better--or worse--of the impulse, and departed light-footed in silence..