"I hadn't thought of money," she cried.
"I must beg of you." "Ah, but, Simon, I have none.

I gave my purse to the waiting-woman to carry, so that mine also is in the French King's ship." Here was humiliation! Our fine schemes stood blocked for the want of so vulgar a thing as money; such fate waits often on fine schemes, but surely never more perversely.

Yet, I know not why, I was glad that she had none.

I was a guinea the better of her; the amount was not large, but it served to keep me still her Providence, and that, I fear, is what man, in his vanity, loves to be in woman's eyes; he struts and plumes himself in the pride of it.

I had a guinea, and Barbara had nothing.