He was so long in coming round that her ignorance began to fear the worst. But, just as she was telling the eldest girl to put on her hat and jacket and run for the doctor, poor John revived. He struggled to a sitting posture, looked wildly at her and at the box. As his eye caught the two sovereigns still lying at the bottom, he gave a cry of rage, and got upon his feet with a mighty effort. "Where's Bessie, I tell yer? Where's the huzzy gone? I'll have the law on 'er! I'll make 'er give it up--by the Lord I will!" "John, what is it? John, my dear!" cried Mary Anne, supporting him, and terrified lest he should pitch headlong down the stairs. "Yo' 'elp me down," he said violently. "We'll find 'er--we'll wring it out ov 'er--the mean, thievin' vagabond! Changin' suverins, 'as she? We'll soon know about that--yo' 'elp me down, I tell yer." And, with her assistance, he hobbled down the stairs, hardly able to stand. Mary Anne's eyes were starting out of her head with fear and agitation, and the children were staring at the old man as he came tottering into the kitchen, when a sound at the outer door made them all turn. The door opened, and Bessie appeared on the threshold. At sight of her John seemed to lose his senses. He rushed at her, threatening, imploring, reviling--while Mary Anne could only cling to his arms and coat, lest he should attempt some bodily mischief. Bessie closed the door, leant against it, and folded her arms. She was white and haggard, but perfectly cool. In this moment of excitement it struck neither John nor Mary Anne--nor, indeed, herself--that her manner, with its brutality, and its poorly feigned surprise, was the most revealing element in the situation. "What's all this about yer money?" she said, staring John in the face. "What do I know about yer money? 'Ow dare yer say such things? I 'aven't anythin' to do with it, an' never 'ad." He raved at her, in reply, about the position in which he had found the box--on the top of its fellow instead of underneath, where he had placed it--about the broken lock, the sovereigns she had been changing, and the things Watson had said of her--winding up with a peremptory demand for his money. "Yo' gi' me my money back," he said, holding out a shaking hand. "Yer can't 'ave spent it all--'tain't possible--an' yer ain't chucked it out o' winder. Yer've got it somewhere 'idden, an' I'll get it out o' you if I die for 't!" Bessie surveyed him steadily. She had not even flinched at the mention of the sovereigns. "What yer 'aven't got, yer can't give," she said. "I don' know nothin' about it, an' I've tole yer. There's plenty o' bad people in the world--beside me. Somebody came in o' nights, I suppose, an' picked the lock--there's many as 'ud think nothin' of it. And it 'ud be easy done--we all sleeps 'ard." "Bessie!" cried Mary Anne, outraged by something in her tone, "aren't yer sorry for 'im?" She pointed to the haggard and trembling man.