That had the sceptre from his father Brute.

The words, in spite of what Terence had said, seemed to be laden with
meaning, and perhaps it was for this reason that it was painful to
listen to them; they sounded strange; they meant different things from
what they usually meant. Rachel at any rate could not keep her attention
fixed upon them, but went off upon curious trains of thought suggested
by words such as "curb" and "Locrine" and "Brute," which brought
unpleasant sights before her eyes, independently of their meaning. Owing
to the heat and the dancing air the garden too looked strange--the trees
were either too near or too far, and her head almost certainly ached.
She was not quite certain, and therefore she did not know, whether to
tell Terence now, or to let him go on reading. She decided that she
would wait until he came to the end of a stanza, and if by that time she
had turned her head this way and that, and it ached in every position
undoubtedly, she would say very calmly that her head ached.

Sabrina fair,
Listen where thou art sitting
Under the glassy, cool, translucent wave,
In twisted braids of lilies knitting
The loose train of thy amber dropping hair,
Listen for dear honour's sake,
Goddess of the silver lake,
Listen and save!

But her head ached; it ached whichever way she turned it.

She sat up and said as she had determined, "My head aches so that
I shall go indoors." He was half-way through the next verse, but he
dropped the book instantly.

"Your head aches?" he repeated.

For a few moments they sat looking at one another in silence, holding
each other's hands. During this time his sense of dismay and catastrophe
were almost physically painful; all round him he seemed to hear the
shiver of broken glass which, as it fell to earth, left him sitting in
the open air. But at the end of two minutes, noticing that she was not
sharing his dismay, but was only rather more languid and heavy-eyed than
usual, he recovered, fetched Helen, and asked her to tell him what they
had better do, for Rachel had a headache.

Mrs. Ambrose was not discomposed, but advised that she should go to bed,
and added that she must expect her head to ache if she sat up to all
hours and went out in the heat, but a few hours in bed would cure it
completely. Terence was unreasonably reassured by her words, as he had
been unreasonably depressed the moment before. Helen's sense