Walking into the library, she saw her older brother out on the balcony throw something into the air.
"What was that?"
He startled. "Nothing… just thinking about Mother."
"Oh. I wonder what she would think about you secretly teaching me Latin."
"Very much in favor," he smiled.
"I'd like to think that," she sighed. "I certainly wish Father approved. All I get now is French and dance. I must marry well."
Her brother cleared his throat. "Nevermind that, here's Cicero."
She opened the book at the bookmark. "Iustitia…" hesitating, she looked up at her brother.
"That means 'justice'," he explained.