They lived in a house in the country, and I could not at all tell how I discovered that it was an old house with beautiful chimneys and a very big garden with curious high walls with corner towers round it.

He only spoke of it briefly, but I saw it as a picture; and always afterward, when I thought of his mother, I thought of her as sitting under a great and ancient apple-tree with the long, late-afternoon shadows stretching on the thick, green grass.

I suppose I saw that just because he said: "Will you come to tea under the big apple-tree some afternoon when the late shadows are like velvet on the grass?
That is perhaps the loveliest time." When we rose to go and join the rest of the party, he stood a moment and glanced round the room at our fellow-guests.
"Are there any of your White People here to-night ?" he said, smiling.

"I shall begin to look for them everywhere." I glanced over the faces carelessly.

"There are none here to-night," I answered, and then I flushed because he had smiled.