The registrar folded up his papers and shook hands with the Beggar Man. Then he shook hands with Faith and wished her luck.
Faith said "Thank you." She thought he was very kind. She liked the way he smiled.
Then the Beggar Man spoke to her.
"Well—are you ready?"
Faith started. She had been dreaming again.
"Quite ready," she said, and followed him outside to where a taxi was waiting. Presently they were driving away together.
The Beggar Man sat beside her. After a moment he began to speak rapidly.
"We're going to have some lunch at my flat. I've got a flat in the West End. I shall give it up now we're married, of course, but I thought it would do for the present—just till I come back and we can look round."
"Isn't it rather early for lunch?" Faith asked, helplessly.