I opened the purse; it held a single guinea; the rest of my store lay with my saddle-bags in the French King's ship; my head had been too full to think of them.
There is none of life's small matters that so irks a man as to confess that he has no money for necessary charges, and it is most sore when a lady looks to him for hers.

I, who had praised myself for forgetting how to blush, went red as a cock's comb and felt fit to cry with mortification.

A guinea would feed us on the road to London if we fared plainly; but Barbara could not go on her feet.
Her eyes must have come back to my sullen downcast face, for in a moment she cried, "What's the matter, Simon ?" Perhaps she carried money.

Well then, I must ask for it.

I held out my guinea in my hand.
"It's all I have," said I."King Louis has the rest." She gave a little cry of dismay.