down and out!" He looked at the girl, decked by Art and Nature for her
natural conquest. He did not wonder how long her radiance would endure;
he thought he knew. He entertained himself by tracing the likeness to
her mother, and the mother's slimness had thickened, and her shoulders
rounded; her eyes were tired, a little dour; they looked out without
enthusiasm at the world, except when they rested upon her daughter.
Then they became rather like the eyes of Marie looking at her wedding
gown.

* * * * *

Osborn took Marie's head between his hands, and kissed her eyes and
mouth. "That's for good night," he whispered; "Rokeby and I are going
home. You are the sweetest thing, and I shall dream of you all night.
Promise to dream of me."

"It's a certainty."

"It is?" said the young man rapturously. "I am simply _too_ happy,
then."

"Let's go and look at the flat to-morrow."

"Have tea with me in town, darling, and I'll take you."

Mrs. Amber and Rokeby came out into the hall. Rokeby wore a very
patient air, and Marie's mother beamed with that soft and sorrowful
pleasure which women have for such circumstances.

"Now say good night," said she softly, "say good night. Good-bye, Mr.