Faith took the envelope, which felt extravagantly bulky.
"I haven't spent what you gave me yesterday," she reminded him.
"But you soon will," he answered. "Once you start shopping."
There was a little silence, and they looked at one another shyly. Then the Beggar Man said, with an effort:
"Well, it's time I was going. I sent my baggage on last night. What are you going to do?"
"I'm going home."
"I should like you to have stayed here, but ... perhaps it's best for you to go home." He put his hands on her shoulders and drew her gently towards him.
"Good-bye, my little wife."
Faith laid her hand on his chest, as if to hold him away; then suddenly she melted: