“Can you, David? I’m afraid not. You have a way of bewildering me, so I can’t see the rights and wrongs of things myself. But there! It is just part of the difference. Why, even the nursemaids over there, and Hetty Giles, the landlady’s daughter, are wiser than I. I came to see it every instant, the difference between you and me — between our two worlds. David, how did you ever dare marry me?”

He only laughed happily and kissed her. “Tell it all,” he said tenderly.

“I felt it first when I went to the town house. It was hard to find the address. I only had Mr. Stretton’s.” David set his teeth grimly in anger at himself at giving her only his lawyer’s address, in stupid fear lest her letters betray him to his mother and sister.