Are you a bit better ?" "I ought to have been in bed a long time ago," she replied.
"Why, mother, you know you wouldn't have gone before quarter-past ten." "Oh, yes, I should!" "Oh, little woman, you'd say anything now you're disagreeable with me, wouldn't you ?" He kissed her forehead that he knew so well: the deep marks between the brows, the rising of the fine hair, greying now, and the proud setting of the temples.

His hand lingered on her shoulder after his kiss.

Then he went slowly to bed.

He had forgotten Miriam; he only saw how his mother's hair was lifted back from her warm, broad brow.

And somehow, she was hurt.
Then the next time he saw Miriam he said to her: "Don't let me be late to-night--not later than ten o'clock.