“And you think we can?” he said presently.
“I know it.”
“And have a little home, here, in one of these quiet streets, with the shade, and the happiness—”
“Yes!”
“And it wouldn’t matter much if we were poor?”
“No!”
“Just at first, you know. I’d work hard, and we could be so happy, so happy, just we two, together!”
“Yes, yes,” she whispered.
“I love Macochee so,” Marley said presently. “I just couldn’t leave it!”
“Don’t! Don’t!” she protested. “Don’t even speak of it!”