For the first time in many years, he could see through all his trials, into the calm daylight.

Harry was safe and happy in a new association with a woman who, more than any other, held his life in her hands.

He was getting a new basis for life in friendship and love.
Shored up by affection and sympathy, and with a modest competence in his hands for all present and immediately prospective needs, his dependent nature could once more stand erect.
Henceforward he dropped his idle dreaming and became interested in his work, and doubly efficient in its execution.

Jim once more had in possession the old friend whose cheerfulness and good-nature had originally won his affection; and the late autumn and winter which lay before them seemed full of hopeful and happy enterprise.
Miss Butterworth, hearing occasionally through Jim of the progress of affairs at Number Nine, began to think it about time to make known her secret among her friends.

Already they had begun to suspect that the little tailoress had a secret, out of which would grow a change in her life.