He had crossed the darkened room and the hall and had reached the vestibule. He could hardly hear from there the voices of the men. He looked back over his shoulder at the big, luxurious rooms. There were limitations, he commenced to comprehend, upon people who lived in a fine house like this; there must be many things which a boy who lived here would not be allowed to do. He muffled with his hand the clicking of the lock as he sprung open the front door. He closed it behind him almost without a sound and descended the wide stone steps.
A light in what he thought must be the white bedroom blinked out as he turned after a few steps to look back at the house. He stood for some time gazing at the darkened window. How pretty she was and how sweet! His throat closed up in thinking of her. He decided that when he had grown up he would purchase a larger house than this and have her come to see him. There was a not quite understandable consolation in this thought. It was still raining, and he began to wonder where he was going to sleep.
