He had bidden Maisie good-night with down-dropped eyes and from a distance.
'If you aren't a gentleman you might try to behave like one,' said Mrs.
Jennett, spitefully.

'You've been quarrelling with Maisie again.' This meant that the usual good-night kiss had been omitted.

Maisie, white to the lips, thrust her cheek forward with a fine air of indifference, and was duly pecked by Dick, who tramped out of the room red as fire.

That night he dreamed a wild dream.

He had won all the world and brought it to Maisie in a cartridge-box, but she turned it over with her foot, and, instead of saying 'Thank you,' cried--'Where is the grass collar you promised for Amomma?
Oh, how selfish you are!'.