After she had left him his quick ears caught her question to the Owner: "Where did you get your young Apollo?
Not out of Lancashire, surely?
He's wonderful." And just before she passed out of sight she turned and looked at him and smiled.

He learned on inquiry that she was the Marchioness of Chudley.

The instant recognition of him by one of his own aristocratic caste revived his faith.

The day would assuredly come.

Suppose it had been his own mother, instead of the Marchioness?
Stranger things happened in the books.