Ah! you women would never have thought of that, who carry treasure sewn up in a nightshift." Now Emlyn could bear it no longer.
"And how would you have us carry it, Cousin Smith ?" she asked indignantly.

"Tied about our necks, or hanging from our heels?
Well do I remember my mother telling me that you were always a simple youth, and that your saint must have been a very strong one who brought you safe to London and showed you how to earn a living there, or else that you had married a woman of excellent intelligence--though it is plain now she has long been dead.

Well, well," she added, with a laugh, "cling to your man's vanities, you son of a woman, and since you are so clever, give us of your wisdom, for we need it.

But first let me tell you that I have rescued those very jewels from a fire, and by hiding them in masonry in a vault." "It is the fashion of the female to wrangle when she has the worst of the case," said Jacob, with a twinkle in his eye.

"So, daughter of man, set out your trouble.