"But I've got something to tell you," said the Beggar Man reluctantly. He looked up and down the street.
"Not a taxi to be seen, of course! Well, we must walk a little way."
But he walked so quickly that Faith had almost to run to keep up with him.
A great many people in the street seemed to know him, she noticed, and a policeman at the corner saluted smartly as they passed.
She felt tremendously proud of the Beggar Man. She wished everyone could know that on Saturday he was going to marry her.
"We'll go in here," Nicholas said suddenly, and led the way into the same teashop where they had sat last night.
He chose the same table and ordered tea. Faith looked round her with excited eyes. There was the same girl in the desk, staring at them curiously, and over there was the table where Peg had sat—empty now! And Faith turned her eyes away with a little thrill of foreboding.
The Beggar Man was speaking.
"It's just this—I've got to go away——"