'No, no; we shall wait until he is dead—or, perhaps, better.' But he only added this to please his sister. 'When he is better, Sis, thou wilt not be afraid to trust thyself with us?'
'I am not afraid of any danger, even of death, with you, if that is the danger in your mind, Barnaby.'
'Good! Then we understand each other. There are other dangers for a young and handsome woman—and, maybe, worse dangers. Hast any money at all, by chance?'
'Nay; the man Penne took all my money.'
Barnaby, for five or six minutes without stopping, spoke upon this topic after the manner of a sailor. 'My turn will come,' he added. 'No money, child? 'Tis a great pity. Had we a few gold pieces, now! Some women have rings and chains. But of course——'
'Nay, brother; chains I never had, and as for rings, there were but two that ever I had—one from Robin, the day that I was plighted to him; and one from the man who made me marry him, and put it on in the church. The former did I break and throw away when I agreed—for your dear lives—Barnaby, oh! for the lives of all'——
'I know, I know,' said Barnaby. 'Patience—patience. Oh! I shall get such a chance some day!'
'The other I threw away when I fled from my husband at the church door.'
'Ay, ay! If we only had a little money! 'Tis pity that we should fail for want of a little money.'