16 The Light That Failed nothing, but encouraged Dick with her eyes, and he behaved abominably all that evening. Mrs. Jennett prophesied an immediate judgment of Providence and a descent into Tophet later, but Dick walked in Paradise and would not hear. Only when he was going to bed Mrs. Jennett recovered and asserted herself. 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 cartridgebox, 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!”