It was an extraordinary likeness--the same young face and white hair.

Mabel, of course, had not noticed it; for she had only seen Felsenburgh at a great distance; and he himself had soon been reassured.
And as for his mother--it was terrible enough; if it had not been for Mabel there would have been violence done last night.

How collected and reasonable she had been! And, as for his mother--he must leave her alone for the present.

By and bye, perhaps, something might be done.

The future! It was that which engrossed him--the future, and the absorbing power of the personality under whose dominion he had fallen last night.
All else seemed insignificant now--even his mother's defection, her illness--all paled before this new dawn of an unknown sun.