He cast a long, lingering look at the window, and went slowly down the street.
When he got home, his mother was still up and secretly anxious.
He sat down beside her, and told her where he had been and how it had all ended. "I'm to consult my beautiful mother," said he, kissing her.
"What, does she think I am like my picture now?"
"I suppose so. And you are as beautiful as ever in my eyes, mother. And I do consult you."
Mrs. Little's black eyes flashed; but she said, calmly,
"I really don't know. I suppose it was about what happened tonight. Perhaps about it all."
Mrs. Little leaned her head upon her hand and thought.