"I see."
The Beggar Man looked away from her out of the window. The rain was still falling steadily, but he did not notice it. He was trying to see ahead into the future and wondering ... wondering....
Presently he turned again to the girl beside him.
"Of course," he said abruptly, "I should be a fool to ask you if you've got any ... any personal regard for me! How could you have when we've only met twice."
He waited hopefully it seemed, but Faith did not know how to answer him, and he went on rather ruefully:
"But, all the same, you're willing to marry me without telling your mother till afterwards?"
"Yes."
"Isn't that rather foolish?"
She flushed sensitively.
"I don't know what you mean."