"I think you must be the happiest man in the world," she said fervently.
The man smiled grimly. "Yes, that's what everyone thinks," he said. "And, of course, you would not believe me if I were to tell you that there is no man in the world so poor as I am."
She stared at him with wide eyes of incredulity.
"Why, no!" she breathed.
His eyes softened a little. "Have you got a mother?" he asked abruptly.
"Yes."
"And do you love her?"
"Oh, yes!" said Faith.
"Anyone else—any other people?" he asked.