"Any news?" inquired the Jew.
"And—and—good?" asked the Jew hesitatingly, as though he feared to vex the other man by being too sanguine.
"Not bad any way," replied Monks with a smile. "I have been prompt enough this time. Let me have a word with you."
The girl drew closer to the table, and made no offer to leave the room, although she could see that Monks was pointing to her. The Jew—perhaps fearing that she might say something aloud about the money, if he endeavoured to get rid of her—pointed upwards, and took Monks out of the room.
"Not that infernal hole we were in before," she could hear the man say as they went upstairs. The Jew laughed, and making some reply which did not reach her, seemed by the creaking of the boards to lead his companion to the second story.
Before the sound of their footsteps had ceased to echo through the house, the girl had slipped off her shoes, and drawing her gown