She looked down, and said petulantly: "You have spoiled my dress; I cannot go into the street." The boy's clothes were burnt also.

He was poor, and to replace them must be a trial to him; her father owned the shop, and was well-to-do.

Still, he grieved most that she should be annoyed, though he saw her injustice.
But she turned away and left him.
Another scene then crossed the disc of smoke: The boy and girl, now man and woman, standing alone in the chemist's shop.

He had come out of the big working world, after travel in many countries.

His fame had come with him.