"See!" cried Mavis, as she turned out the pockets of her cloak.
To her great surprise, many gold coins rolled on to the floor.
"Gawd in 'Eaven!" cried Miss Ewer, as she stooped to pick them up.
Mavis wondered how they had got there, till it occurred to her how Windebank, pitying her poverty, must have taken the opportunity of putting the money in her pocket when he insisted upon getting and helping her into her coat at the restaurant.
She at once told herself that she could not touch a penny piece of it, indeed the touch of it would seem as if it burnt her fingers. Her present concern was to get away as far from the money as possible.
"'Ow much can I 'ave?" cried Miss Ewer, who was on her knees greedily picking up the coins.
"All."
"All? Gawd's trewth!"
"Every bit. Only let me go; at once."
"'Ere, if you're so generous, ain't you got no more?" said Miss Ewer, the while her eyes shone greedily.