The old house shed them easily, as though glad to enter this long rest.
For the story of his family, from Roger's point of view at least, was a long uneven narrative, with prolonged periods of peace and again with events piling one on the other.

And now there came one of those peaceful times, and Roger liked the quiet.

The old routine was re-established--his dinner, his paper, his cigar and then his book for the evening, some good old-fashioned novel or some pleasant book of travel which he and Judith had read aloud when they were planning out their lives.

They had meant to go abroad so often when the children had grown up.

And he liked to read about it still.