"A woman is the matter, as usual. D'ye remember Zara Lovell, rye?"
"Yes. She was to marry you. Are you now husband and wife?"
Pharaoh's brow grew black, and he muttered a gipsy oath. "We'll never be husband and wife in this life, rye, whatever we may be in the next," he said bitterly. "Zara fell in love with one of your Gentile mashers here, and has gone back to him."
"Who is he?"
"I wish I knew," cried Lee, fiercely; "I'd knife him!"
"Hush! Hush!" rebuked Johnson, shivering at the thought of another murder. "You must not speak like that. It is dangerous."
"Not always, rye. Why, some Gorgio cove killed a girl here the other day, they tell me, and he has not been caught. I dare say she deceived him."
"Are you talking of Bithiah?"
"I don't know what the name is; but her body was found in a cornfield."
"That was the body of my ward, Bithiah," explained Johnson, sadly; "you must remember her, Pharaoh. A dark handsome girl."