"What is this?" cries she, emptying the contents upon the table. "’Tis nothing. Here is barely sufficient to pay for our accommodation in this inn. Where is the money to discharge my debt to these friends who have lost all in saving me? You were given timely notice of their purpose."
"Prithee, be patient with me, gentle mistress. ’Tis true, I knew of their intent, but they were to have returned in six months, and when they came not at the end of the year I did truly give up all for lost; and so I made a fresh investment of thy fortune, laying it out all in life bonds and houses, to great worldly advantage, as thou shalt see in good time. Ere long I may get in some rents—"
"And in the meanwhile are we to stay in this plight—to beg for charity?" asks Moll, indignantly.
"Nay, mistress. Doubtless for your present wants this kind merchant friend—"
"We have lost all," says I, "Evans his ship, and I the lading in which all my capital was embarked."
"And I every maravedi I possessed," adds the Don.
"And had they not," cries Moll, "were they possessed now of all they had, think you that I with an estate, as I am told, of sixty thousand pounds would add to the debt I owe them by one single penny!"
"If I may speak in your steward's defence, Madam," says I, humbly, "I would point out that the richest estate is not always readily converted into money. 'Tis like a rich jewel which the owner, though he be starving, must hold till he find a market."
"Thee hearest him, mistress," cries Simon, in delight. " A man of business—a merchant who knows these things.
