"We ought to be getting back, Faith," he said.
Faith looked hurriedly at the twins. She was so sure they would cry and make a scene, and cling to her and beg to be taken away. If the truth must be told, she was hoping that they would. But neither of them seemed to mind in the least.
"When will you come again?" was all they asked, and Faith, nearly choking with disappointment, answered that she would come soon, quite soon.
"And are you happy here, really happy?" she asked them each in turn when for a moment they were alone, and each twin answered like an echo of the other, "It's lovely!"
"They've forgotten me, you see," Faith said bitterly to Forrester as they drove away and a bend in the road hid the last glimpse of the two small figures at the gate. "They don't want me any more. Nobody wants me."
The Beggar Man's hand tightened on the steering-wheel.
"I'm not so small that there's any excuse for you to forget me so completely," he said dryly. "I'm here—waiting to be wanted."
Faith did not answer, but that night when she and Peg were brushing their hair together in Faith's room she repeated his words.
"As if I shall ever want him?" she said scornfully.