last evening. After tomorrow—well, she could not help what happened after tomorrow. 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. Nobody 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 glasses 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 tomorrow 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. 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 

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