There was silence between them.
Then Barbara rose from her seat.
"I am weary," she said softly. "I think I could sleep now, and I would fain be rested for to-morrow. I must be strong then; they shall not think I fear them. I must rest. But not in there," she added, gazing shudderingly at the dark corner behind the screen. "Not in there, lest I wake."
Near them lay a pile of straw and loose wisps of wool. These he gathered together, and spread his cloak upon them.
"It is not much," he muttered discontentedly; "yet it is better than the bare boards."
"It is perfect," answered Barbara, snuggling down into the warmth of the cloak.
He knelt to draw it more closely round her.
"Good-bye, Mistress Barbara," he said, raising her hand to his lips.
But she, suddenly raising herself upon her elbow, drew his head down towards her and kissed him on the lips.
"Good-night—good-bye—and thank you," she whispered simply.