"Oh!" said Rosa, with a sigh, "you are very fond of your bulbs."
The room was now in dusk, save for the bulbs which made the portrait shine forth like a wayside shrine.
This brought into play a row of electric bulbs near the top edge of the frame and into full prominence the dark plumpness of the subject.
He might carouse and wander and have his fling until dawn if he liked; and there would be no wrathful Katy waiting for him, bearing the chalice that held the dregs of his joy. He might play pool at McCloskey's with his roistering friends until Aurora dimmed the electric bulbs if he chose.