When he had gone on, Mary did as she always did--she went into an unlit room across the hall from that in which they had spent the evening, and, looking from the window, watched him until he was out of sight.

The storm made that difficult to-night, but she caught a glimpse of him under the street-lamp that stood between the two houses, and saw that he turned to look back again.

Then, and not before, she looked at the upper windows of Roscoe's house across the street.
They were dark.

Mary waited, but after a little while she closed the front door and returned to her window.

A moment later two of the upper windows of Roscoe's house flashed into light and a hand lowered the shade of one of them.