He made an impatient movement.
"There is no need to consider the factory. You were to have left, anyway. I'll make it right with them."
Faith had been conscious of a feeble sense of resistance, but now, as she met his eyes, all will power seemed to desert her.
"Very well," she said, in a whisper.
The Beggar Man gripped her hand. "Thank you. I hope you will never regret it," he said.
The tears swam into Faith's eyes.
"And—mother?" she faltered.
"You can tell her to-morrow as soon as we're married, if you like," he answered. "Or leave it till I come back, and I'll tell her myself. I shall only be gone a little while, after all. Seventeen days will quickly pass."
"Will they?" She smiled wistfully. To her ignorance, America sounded as if it must be in another world.
"Don't you want any more tea? Very well, then, we'll get along."