Then, replacing her in her chair, the more readily because he reflected that he might easily repossess himself of her, he continued: "And the prospect of being a poor man's wife does not alarm you, darling ?" "Oh, Richard!" Then, looking him squarely in the eyes: "No, dear, it does not alarm me." Dorothy spoke truth.

The prospect of being a poor man's wife alarms no woman--before marriage.
Richard was in a whirl when he left the Marklin door.

Bess fairly drove him forth, or he might not have departed at all.

The first shadows of night were falling, but the whole world seemed bright as noonday.

He was stricken of vague surprise to observe a man running by him, torch in hand, lighting the street lamps.