Barabas lurks outside a window of his house-turned-nunnery at night, being not at all creepy, and waiting for Abigail to toss down the riches he'd hidden inside.
She finds the gold and throws it down to her father.
Barabas is super happy about this, and cuddles his moneybags lovingly while babbling about "my girl, my gold, my fortune." Because that's a totally normal thing for a father to do.
Shakespeare time! Take a look at Act 2, Scene 8, lines 15-22 in The Merchant of Veniceto see how this daughter-money confusion plays out there.