He smiled rather grimly.
"You"ll have to see me all day and every day after Sat.u.r.day," he answered.
CHAPTER III
"Idling again! That"s the third time I"ve had to speak to you this morning."
Miss Dell"s harsh voice woke Faith from the day-dream, into which she had fallen over her machine, and set her hurriedly working again.
That the events of yesterday were unreal she was still convinced. A hundred times since she parted from Nicholas Forrester she had put her hand into the little bag containing the money he had given her, which she wore hidden under her frock. That was real enough, at all events.
She was too awed by its possession to think of spending it. It seemed to her ignorance that all the wealth of the world was hers.
"If I have to speak to you again I shall report you to the manager,"
Miss Dell went on. "We"ve no time for idlers here, you understand."
Faith said "Yes" meekly enough, but she did not feel meek. Only two more days and she would be free of this place for ever. She would never have to trudge to and fro in the heat of the day any more. She could ride in a taxi or the Beggar Man"s car to the end of her life.
She cast a swift glance to the table at which Peg generally worked. It was empty to-day, and her machine covered up.
Peg was ill--so the other girls had told her. Peg was not coming back that week.
Faith felt a little chill of apprehension. She missed Peg sorely, and yet she was glad of her absence. She could not easily forget the strange way in which her friend had behaved last night in the teashop--how she had turned and walked away.
After all, what did it matter? And yet ... she wished she could have taken Peg into her confidence. It was terrible to have n.o.body in whom she could confide, terrible to have to keep all these wonderful secrets locked up in her own heart.
Last night she had almost told her mother. Mrs. Ledley had looked at her again and again in a puzzled sort of manner, and once she had asked, hesitatingly:
"Is anything the matter, Faith, dear?"
Faith had laughed.
"No; what could be the matter?" and Mrs. Ledley said, slowly: "I only wondered----"
This day seemed interminable. Faith did her work slowly and badly. She knew that Miss Dell had real cause for her frequent complaints. She was thankful when at last it was time to go.
She s.n.a.t.c.hed up her hat and was first out of the factory; she reached the end of the road hot and breathless with her haste.
The Beggar Man was not there.
Faith looked eagerly up and down the road, but there was no sign of him, and a thrill of apprehension touched her heart.
Had it after all been a dream, and was she never to see him again? She walked on slowly.
Perhaps she was too soon--perhaps something had happened to detain him.
She looked up and down the street for a clock, but there was not one to be seen. She retraced her steps slowly; he would come! Of course he would come! In a moment she would see him turn the corner--in a moment she would hear his voice....
She tried to think of something else, so that the time would pa.s.s more quickly, but she could not concentrate her thoughts.
Supposing he had not been serious! Supposing all her wonderful dreams were never to come to anything after all! Supposing she had still to go on, week in and week out, in Heeler"s noisy, stifling factory. A feeling of desperation seized her--she could not bear it--she would die if she never saw him again. She remembered in a panic that she did not know where to find him, that he had never told her where he lived, or given her any address.
She lifted a trembling hand to the notes hidden beneath her frock; they were real enough--and then came another and more cruel thought.
Supposing he had given them to her by way of farewell--her heart almost stopped beating.
Such things did happen she knew in novelettes, if not out of them! Peg had told her one lurid story, in which....
"Good afternoon," said the Beggar Man beside her.
Tears of relief started to her eyes. She was so glad to see him she could hardly speak; she stammered out:
"I thought you were not coming any more--I thought you had gone away."
He looked faintly surprised.
"Am I late? I"m sorry. I would have been earlier if I had known you would be here."
Faith smiled, and brushed the tears from her eyes.
"It doesn"t matter a bit now you"ve come," she said. She was quite happy again.
"But I"ve got something to tell you," said the Beggar Man reluctantly.
He looked up and down the street.
"Not a taxi to be seen, of course! Well, we must walk a little way."
But he walked so quickly that Faith had almost to run to keep up with him.
A great many people in the street seemed to know him, she noticed, and a policeman at the corner saluted smartly as they pa.s.sed.
She felt tremendously proud of the Beggar Man. She wished everyone could know that on Sat.u.r.day he was going to marry her.
"We"ll go in here," Nicholas said suddenly, and led the way into the same teashop where they had sat last night.
He chose the same table and ordered tea. Faith looked round her with excited eyes. There was the same girl in the desk, staring at them curiously, and over there was the table where Peg had sat--empty now!
And Faith turned her eyes away with a little thrill of foreboding.
The Beggar Man was speaking.
"It"s just this--I"ve got to go away----"
Faith"s eyes dilated. In an instant everything else was forgotten.
"Go away!" she echoed blankly.
"Yes--only on business--to America. I shall be gone seventeen days, and I go to-morrow."