“Yes; so as to travel, you know, and live, and pay your lawyers.”
“I have no money,” said Edith, helplessly; “that is, not more than a few sovereigns. I did not think of that.”
“No money?”
“No—only a little.”
“No money! Why, how is that? No money? Why, what can you do?”
“Wiggins manages every thing, and has all the money.”
“You have never obtained any from him as yet, then?”
“I have never needed any.”
“He spends your own money in paying these spies and jailers. But if you have no money, how can you manage to live, even if you do escape?”
Edith looked down in despair. The idea of money had never entered her mind. Yet now, since it was mentioned, she felt its importance. Yes, money was the chief thing; without that flight was useless, and liberty impossible. But how could she get it? Wiggins would not give her any. And where could she go? Could she go to Miss Plympton's, to be a dependent upon her at the school? That thought was intolerable. Much as she loved Miss Plympton, she could not descend to that.