He followed her into a booth, and they sat down. She began the conversation.
"Are you married?" she asked.
"Ay; a month since."
"And you've got her money?"
"Yes," he said; "but I've been walking into it."
"Make the most of it," said Madge. "Your father's dead."
"Dead!"
"Ay, dead. And, what's worse, lad, he lived long enough to alter his will."
"Oh, Lord! What do you mean?"
"I mean," she said, "that he has left all his money to your cousin. He found out everything, all in a minute, as it were; and he brought a new will home from Exeter, and I witnessed it. And he turned me out of doors, and, next morning, after I was gone, he was found dead in his bed. I got to London, and found no trace of you there, till, by an accident, I heard that you had been seen down here, so I came on. I've got my living by casting fortins, and begging, and cadging, and such like. Sometime I've slept in a barn, and sometime in a hedge, but I've fought my way to you, true and faithful, through it all, you see."