She lifted her hands in awed amazement. “Mister—I mean, Steptoe—you—you don’t think––?”
The subway dream of love at first sight was as tenacious in her soul as the craving for romance in his.
He nodded. “I’ve known strynger things to ’appen.”
“But—but—he couldn’t—” it was beyond her power of expression, though Steptoe knew what she meant—“not him!”
He answered judicially. “’E may come to it. It’ll 82 be a tough job to bring ’im—but if madam’ll be guided by me–––”
Letty collapsed. Her spirit grew faint as the spirit of Christian when he descried far off the walls of the Celestial City, with the Dark River rolling between him and it. Letty knew the Dark River must be there, but if beyond it there lay the slightest chance of the Celestial City....
She came back to herself, as it were, on hearing Steptoe say that the procession from the kitchen would presently begin to form itself.
“Now if madam’ll be guided by me she’ll meet this situytion fyce to fyce.”
“Oh, but I’d never know what to say.”
“Madam won’t need to say nothink. She won’t ’ave to speak. ’Ere they’ll troop in—” a gesture described Mrs. Courage leading the advance through the doorway—“and ’ere they’ll stand. Madam’ll sit just where she’s sittin’—a little further back from the tyble—lookin’ over the mornin’ pyper like—” he placed the paper in her hand—“and as heach gives notice, madam’ll just bow ’er ’ead. See?”