He echoed her words ironically.
"Yes! You've known me such a little time." Then he laughed, more naturally, and shrugged his shoulders.
"Well, you're my wife anyway. Nothing can alter that. And when I come back...." he paused.
"Yes," Faith echoed, "when you come back...."
"Then," he said again slowly, "I'll teach you to think more of me than you do either of your mother—or the twins!"
There was the faintest note of fun in his voice though his eyes were grave, and Faith smiled, relieved.
"I love mother best in the whole world," she said seriously.
The Beggar Man nodded.
"Some day you will love me best," he said. He took both her hands, drawing her to her feet. "So, it's good-bye for a little. It's all been such a rush; but I've done the best I can. My lawyers know all about our marriage, and if anything should happen to me you'll be all right. Shawyer will look after you if you want any help. Here's his address." He put an envelope into her hand. "There's some more money, too—enough to keep you going till I'm back."