I shall be back, I reckon, in a month or so.' 'Oh! that's nought of a going away,' said she, rather petulantly.
'Them as goes to t' Greenland seas has to bide away for six months and more,' and she sighed.
Suddenly a light shone down into Philip's mind.

His voice was changed as he spoke next.
'I met that good-for-nothing chap, Kinraid, wi' yo'r father just now.

He'll ha' been here, Sylvie ?' She stooped for something she had dropped, and came up red as a rose.
'To be sure; what then ?' And she eyed him defiantly, though in her heart she trembled, she knew not why.
'What then?
and yo'r mother away.

He's no company for such as thee, at no time, Sylvie.' 'Feyther and me chooses our own company, without iver asking leave o' yo',' said Sylvia, hastily arranging the things in the little wooden work-box that was on the table, preparatory to putting it away.

At the time, in his agitation, he saw, but did not affix any meaning to it, that the half of some silver coin was among the contents thus turned over before the box was locked.
'But thy mother wouldn't like it, Sylvie; he's played false wi' other lasses, he'll be playing thee false some o' these days, if thou lets him come about thee.