devoured betwixt these ruthless money-enders and lawyers. I can make a covenant more binding than any attorney, as I have proved again and again, and" (with a gulp) "if money must be raised at once, I know an honest, a fairly honest, goldsmith in Lombard Street who will lend at the market rate."
"These gentlemen," answers Moll, turning to us, "may not choose to wait, and I will not incommode them for my own convenience."
"Something for our present need we must have, Madam," says the Don, with a significant glance at his outlandish dress; "but those wants supplied, I am content to wait."
"And you, sir?" says Moll to me.
"With a hundred or two," says I, taking Don Sanchez's hint, "we may do very well till Michaelmas."
"Be reasonable, gentlemen," implores Simon, mopping his eyes, which ran afresh at this demand. "’Tis but some five or six weeks to Michaelmas; surely fifty pounds—"
"Silence!" cries Moll, with an angry tap of her foot. "Will three hundred content you, gentlemen? Consider, the wants of our good friend, Captain Evans, may be more pressing than yours."
"He is a good, honest, simple man, and I think we may answer for his accepting the conditions we make for ourselves. Then, with some reasonable guarantee for our future payment—"
"That may be contrived to our common satisfaction, I hope," says Moll, with a gracious smile. "I owe you half my estate; share my house at Chislehurst with me till the rest is forthcoming. That will give me yet a little longer the pleasure of your company. And there, sir," turning to
