His downward glance rested on Sisily's face, and his eyes were grave.

He turned away and walked out of the room, but returned almost immediately with a small mirror.
"Hold the lamp higher," he said to Thalassa.

"I want the light to fall right on her face.

Higher still--so." He fell on his knees by the couch and held the mirrored side of the glass to Sisily's lips.

The lamp, held aloft, illumined his face as well as hers.