Faith followed obediently. He looked younger to-day, she thought, and better-looking! She wished with all her heart that Peg or some of the other girls could see her. They faced one another across a marble-topped table, and the man ordered tea and cakes.
"Are you hungry?" he asked. Faith shook her head; she was too pleased to be hungry.
She kept telling herself that, of course, it must be a dream. Under cover of the table she gave herself a hard pinch to make sure that she was really awake....
"You're not eating anything," the man said, and she awoke with a start to realities.
"How old are you?" he asked, and she told him with fluttering haste, "I'm nineteen."
"Nineteen!" He raised his brows. "I should have said sixteen," he smiled. "How old do you think I am?"
She considered for a moment. "Forty?" she hazarded.
He laughed. "Not quite so bad; I'm six-and-thirty."
"Oh!" She looked at him gravely. "It's not very old," she said kindly.