It was partly for her sake that Daniel ultimately supported his parents in idleness and refrained from speaking to Bessie.

For he was only an employe in a fancy-goods warehouse, and on forty-five shillings a week you cannot keep up two respectable establishments.
Bessie was a bonnie girl and could not in the nature of things be long uncaught.

There was a certain night on which Daniel did not sleep--hardly a white night as our French neighbors say; a tear-stained night rather.

In the morning he was resolved to deny himself Bessie.
Peace would be his instead.

If it did not come immediately he knew it was on the way.