“That’s quite another concern; but with your husband a pilot I should think a great part of the difficulty removed.”
“My husband! I’ve no power over him,” replied the woman, putting her apron up to her eyes.
“But one hundred louis may have,” replied O’Brien.
“There is truth in that,” observed the woman, after a pause; “but what am I to do, if they come to search the house?”
“Send us out of it, until you can find an opportunity to send us to England. I leave it all to you—your sister expects it from you.”
“And she shall not be disappointed, if God helps us,” replied the woman, after a short pause; “but I fear you must leave this house and the town also to-night.”
“How are we to leave the town?”
“I will arrange that; be ready at four o’clock, for the gates are shut at dusk. I must go now, for there is no time to be lost.”
“We are in a nice mess now, O’Brien,” observed I, after the woman had quitted the room.
“Devil a bit, Peter; I feel no anxiety whatever, except at leaving such good quarters.”