The money is now mixed.' 'I know my piece,' quoth Nance.

'Come, let me see your silver, Mr.
Archer.

If I have to get it by a theft I'll see that money,' she cried.
'Nay, child, if you put as much passion to be honest as the world to steal, I must give way, though I betray myself,' said Mr.Archer.

'There it is as I received it.' Nance quickly found the bad half-crown.
'Give him another,' she said, looking Jonathan in the face; and when that had been done, she walked over to the chimney and flung the guilty piece into the reddest of the fire.

Its base constituents began immediately to run; even as she watched it the disc crumbled, and the lineaments of the King became confused.