She flung off the sheepskin and came to the old woman's side.
"Did you speak, great-granny?" she asked.
"Aye; light the candle, Barbara."
Mistress Lynn had raised herself on her elbow, and was looking round the room with some of her former craftiness in her eyes. She noticed that the shutters were not up, and bid the girl close them.
"Come here, lass," she said.
Barbara saw that she held the key of the bridewain, as though she were afraid it might be snatched from her; she had never given up her habit of hiding it in the bed.
"Are we alone?" she asked.
"Yes. Jess is asleep upstairs."
"Who's yon sitting by the fire?"
Barbara turned round with a start.