"I am greatly pleased. Harry"—it was the first time she had called him by his Christian name—"I promised you—I promised I would tell you—I would tell you—if the time should come——"
"Has the time come? O my dear love, has the time come?"
"There is nothing in the way. But oh!—Harry—are you in the same mind? No—wait a moment." She held him by the wrists. "Remember what you are doing. Will you choose a lifetime of work among working-people? You can go back, now, to your old life; but—perhaps—you will not be able to go back, then."
"I have chosen, long ago. You know my choice—O love—my love."
"Then, Harry, if it will make you happy—are you quite sure it will?—you shall marry me on the day when the Palace is opened."
"You are sure," she said, presently, "that you can love me, though I am only a dressmaker?"
"Could I love you," he replied, passionately, "if you were anything else?"
"You have never told me," he said, presently, "your Christian name."
"It is Angela."
"Angela! I should have known it could have been no other. Angela, kind heaven surely sent you down to stay awhile with me. If, in time to come, you should be ever unhappy with me, dear, if you should not be able to bear any longer with my faults, you would leave me and go back to the heaven whence you came."