I shall always celebrate it as such--I--I have no independence day of my own to celebrate, you know." Aaron King did not misunderstand.
As the two men approached the big house on Fairlands Heights, they saw that modern palace, from concrete foundation to red-tiled roof, ablaze with many lights.

Situated upon the very topmost of the socially graded levels of Fairlands, it outshone them all; and, quite likely, the glittering display was mistaken by many dwellers in the valley below for a new constellation of the heavenly bodies.

Quite likely, too, some lonely dweller, high up among the distant mountain peaks, looked down upon the sparkling bauble that lay for the moment, as it were, on the wide lap of the night, and smiled in quiet amusement that the earth children should attach such value to so fragile a toy.
As they passed the massive, stone pillars of the entrance to the grounds, Conrad Lagrange said, "Really, Aaron, don't you feel a little ashamed of yourself ?--coming here to-night, after the outrageous return you have made for the generous hospitality of these people?
You know that if Mrs.Taine had seen what you have done to her portrait, you could force the pearly gates easier than you could break in here." The artist laughed.

"To tell the truth, I don't feel exactly at home.

But what the deuce can I do?
After my intimacy with them, all these months, I can't assume that they are going to make my picture a reason for refusing to recognize me, can I?
As I see it, they, not I, must take the initiative.