Nor did she, in truth, then regard it as impossible that, sooner or later, she might become his wife.

If she _must_ marry a workman, assuredly it should be Sidney.

He thought so highly of her, he understood things in her to which the ordinary artisan would have been dead; he had little delicacies of homage which gave her keen pleasure.

And yet--well, time enough! Time went very quickly, and changed both herself and Sidney in ways she could not foresee.

It was true, all he said to her in anger that night by the prison wall--true and deserved every word of it.