"You're such a child—and I'm nearly twenty years older than you are. You don't realize what you're doing—marrying me. I may make your life miserable." She smiled serenely.
"You couldn't! How could you? I'm going to be ever so happy." She drew a long breath of rapture. "It's just like a novelette," she said again fervently. The Beggar Man frowned. He let the window down with a run; the rain had almost stopped.
"I think we're quite near your home," he said.
"Perhaps you would rather walk the rest of the way? Or shall I come in and see your mother?"
Faith started up. "Oh, no—I'll walk; I'd much rather."
The taxi stopped and the man got out.
"Well—good-bye. Till to-morrow," he said.
She looked up eagerly.
"Oh, shall I see you again to-morrow?"
"I'll meet you outside Heeler's in the evening."