"To-morrow!" Faith felt as if she was drowning. She did not know that she had turned pale to the lips.
He went on speaking quickly.
"I can"t take you--I wish I could. You"d want lots of clothes for one thing, and it would take too long to get them, and to explain things to your mother and the rest of the world. But"--he leaned a little nearer to her over the table--"I"ve got a special licence in my pocket," he said. "Will you marry me before I go?"
Faith put out both hands blindly and grasped the edge of the table before her. For a moment she felt as if she were blind and deaf; then she drew a long breath.
"Marry you--before you go!" she gasped. "To-day?"
The Beggar Man smiled. "Well, there"s hardly time to-day, is there? I thought to-morrow morning--early--about nine, if that is not too early for you."
"I have to be at the factory at half-past seven." She uttered the excuse tremblingly, knowing full well that it was no excuse at all.
He made an impatient movement.
"There is no need to consider the factory. You were to have left, anyway. I"ll make it right with them."
Faith had been conscious of a feeble sense of resistance, but now, as she met his eyes, all will power seemed to desert her.
"Very well," she said, in a whisper.
The Beggar Man gripped her hand. "Thank you. I hope you will never regret it," he said.
The tears swam into Faith"s eyes.
"And--mother?" she faltered.
"You can tell her to-morrow as soon as we"re married, if you like," he answered. "Or leave it till I come back, and I"ll tell her myself. I shall only be gone a little while, after all. Seventeen days will quickly pa.s.s."
"Will they?" She smiled wistfully. To her ignorance, America sounded as if it must be in another world.
"Don"t you want any more tea? Very well, then, we"ll get along."
They went out into the street together.
"I haven"t bought any new clothes," she said timidly. He glanced down at her.
"Never mind--get them while I"m away. What does it matter what clothes you are married in? There will only be me to see you."
He meant the words kindly, but they gave her a little thrill of apprehension. Only him! That was what it would be for the rest of her life--only this man, who, after all, was almost a stranger to her.
She wanted to put her thoughts into words, but glancing up at his grave face she was suddenly afraid, and he went on talking, quite unconscious of her agitation.
"Do you know Victoria Station? But of course you do! Well, if you"ll meet me there to-morrow.... No, I"ll come and meet you and we"ll drive down together. I"ll be at the end of your road at half-past eight. Will that do?"
"Yes." Her heart was beating so fast she thought it would choke her.
Yesterday she had been all happiness and excitement at the thought of her marriage. This morning it had still seemed some wonderful dream, but now ... the suddenness of it all made her feel as if someone had asked her to jump off the edge of the world.
"If you don"t mind," the Beggar Man said suddenly, "I must leave you now. I"ve a lot to do this evening. You must let me send you home in a taxi."
"Oh, no, no."
He looked surprised. "Why not? You don"t want to walk all that way."
"I"d rather go on a bus if you don"t mind."
She felt that she must cling to her old life with might and main for this last evening. After to-morrow--well, she could not help what happened after to-morrow.
The Beggar Man"s face softened. She looked so young and appealing, and perhaps he understood better than she imagined what she was feeling.
"Very well," he said gently. "I"ll say good-night, then. Half-past eight at the end of your road, and ... thank you!"
Faith looked up quickly.
"Oh, it"s for me to say thank you," she said. "You"ve been so good to me. n.o.body could have been so kind."
The Beggar Man flushed.
"I hope you"ll always be able to say that," he said awkwardly as he raised his hat and turned away.
Faith went home on top of an omnibus. For the first time that evening she felt that she could breathe freely. The sense of unreality was leaving her, and she began to see things more in their true perspective.
She was taking a rash step! Young and ignorant of the world as she was, she knew this, and realized that all she knew of the man whom she was to marry was the little he had chosen to tell her. He might be anything--anyone!
That he had money she was sure, and Peg had often said that with money one could do anything! Money was the golden key to the world; and Faith knew that it would be a golden key, not only for herself, but for her mother and the twins.
They could have everything they wanted! Wonderful visions began to unfurl before her eyes.
It was as if she wilfully held rose-tinted gla.s.ses before her eyes excluding the vague shadows that haunted her. She would not look at the dark side of what might be. She would keep her face turned towards the sun.
But when she got home her spirits fell once more. She began to remember that this was the last night of her old life. That after to-morrow she would be quite, quite different. She would be the Beggar Man"s wife! She would be Mrs. Nicholas Forrester!
She could hardly eat any supper for the choking lump that would rise in her throat. She knew that from time to time her mother glanced at her with anxious eyes.
"Is anything the matter, Faith?" she asked at last, just as she had asked last night, and Faith answered desperately that her head ached and that she would like to go to bed.
When she was in bed the tears came. This was the first time she had ever had a secret from her mother, and even the thought of the wonderfully happy surprise it would be could not comfort her. She felt like a lost child as she hid her face in the pillow and sobbed.
CHAPTER IV
Faith was married at nine o"clock the following morning. It was raining hard, and as she stood beside the Beggar Man in the dreary registry office she watched the raindrops chasing one another down the window.
The old dream feeling was upon her again, and she could not believe that all this was really happening. The monotonous voice of the man who was marrying them sounded a long way off. The Beggar Man"s hand in hers was the only real thing in life, and she clung to it with the desperate feeling that without it she would collapse and fall off the edge of the world.