Then suddenly she had a shock that made her heart beat.

There hung Paul's picture! She knew it as if it were printed on her heart.
"Name--Paul Morel--First Prize." It looked so strange, there in public, on the walls of the Castle gallery, where in her lifetime she had seen so many pictures.

And she glanced round to see if anyone had noticed her again in front of the same sketch.
But she felt a proud woman.

When she met well-dressed ladies going home to the Park, she thought to herself: "Yes, you look very well--but I wonder if YOUR son has two first prizes in the Castle." And she walked on, as proud a little woman as any in Nottingham.

And Paul felt he had done something for her, if only a trifle.