He went on: "I've lived abroad most of my life, and that ages a man, you know. I've slept under the sky for months at a time and never spoken to a living soul for weeks. I've starved and begged." He laughed. "Once I even robbed a man. But I paid him back when I got the money. Are you shocked?" he asked. "Oh, no!" She thought him the most wonderful person she had ever met. "Tell me something about yourself," said the Beggar Man abruptly. She told him the little she knew--how that her father had been "a gentleman"; how his people had cast him off for marrying her mother; how that he had died three years ago, leaving them without a penny. "And I work at Heeler's," she added. "Yes, you told me that yesterday. And they treat you--well?" "Peg says it might be worse. Peg is my best friend and I love her," said Faith fervently. "Lucky Peg!" said the Beggar Man. Faith shook her head. "She doesn't think she's lucky," she answered seriously. "She's always saying how unfair things are. She hates rich people and she hates Mr. Scammel, too! She says that she would like to murder him." "And who is Scammel?" asked the Beggar Man. "Heeler's belongs to him," she told him. "He's ever so rich, and he's got a house in Park-lane and a place on the river, and a yacht and a car----" "Anything else?" the man asked amusedly. "Oh, yes, I expect so. Peg says he makes his money out of us, that he squeezes us dry to make himself rich. I think he must be something like the man who ruined my father," she added. "Have some more cake?" said the Beggar Man. "No, thank you." Faith finished her tea and looked round the room. Hitherto she had only had eyes for her companion. The shop was not very full. A girl at the next table was staring at her, and the girl in the cash desk by the door was staring, too. Faith flushed. Of course, they were both wondering what she was doing with this man, and once again the consciousness of her own shabbiness overwhelmed her. "I think it's time I went home," she said, and broke off sharply as the door swung open and Peg Fraser walked into the shop. Faith hardly knew if she was glad or sorry to be so discovered. She gripped her hands hard. Peg came slowly down between the tables, her eyes looking to right and left in search of a vacant seat; suddenly they fell upon Faith. She made a quick little movement towards her; then stopped, staring. Faith smiled nervously. She did not know why, but her heart seemed to stop beating, when Peg turned on her heel without a word or sign of recognition, and sat down at a table at the far end of the room. The man had not noticed anything; he turned to ask for his bill. Presently he looked up at Faith. "We will go, if you really wish it," he said. "Please." She followed him from the shop, not daring to raise her eyes to where Peg sat. Some strange emotion kept her from doing so.