"My promise? Oh! how long——"
"Patience," she replied. "Give me a little while—a little while—only—and——"
"Forgive me," he said, kissing her hand again. "Forgive me."
"Let me go," she went on. "It is eleven o'clock." They put out the lamp and went out. The night was clear and bright.
"Do not go in just yet," said Harry. "It is pleasant out here, and I think the stars are brighter than they are at the West End."
"Everything is better here," said Angela, "than at the West End. Here we have hearts, and can feel for each other. Here we are all alike—workmen and workwomen together."
"You are a prejudiced person. Let us talk of the Palace of Delight—your dream."
"Your invention," said Angela.
"Won't my two thousand go some way in starting it? Perhaps, if we could just start it, the thing would go on of its own accord. Why, see what you have done with your girls already."
"But I must have a big Palace—a noble building, furnished with everything that we want. No, my friend, we will take your house because it is a great and noble gift, but you shall not sacrifice your money. Yet we will have that Palace, and before long. And when it is ready——"