[Drops the Letter, and is falling, Shuffleton supports her.
Shuff. Ha! damn it, this looks like earnest! They do it very differently in London.
Mary. [Recovering.] I beg pardon, sir—I expected this; but I——I——
[Bursts into Tears.
Shuff. [Aside.] O, come, we are getting into the old train; after the shower, it will clear.—My dear girl, don't flurry yourself;—these are things of course, you know. To be sure, you must feel a little resentment at first, but——
Mary. Resentment! When I am never, never to see him again! Morning and night, my voice will be raised to Heaven, in anguish, for his prosperity!—And tell him,—pray, sir, tell him, I think the many, many bitter tears I shall shed, will atone for my faults; then you know, as it isn't himself, but his station, that sunders us, if news should reach him that I have died, it can't bring any trouble to his conscience.
Shuff. Mr. Rochdale, my love, you'll find will be very handsome.
Mary. I always found him so, sir.
Shuff. He has sent you a hundred pound bank note [Giving it to her.] till matters can be arranged, just to set you a-going.
Mary. I was going, sir, out of this country, for ever. Sure he couldn't think it necessary to send me this, for fear I should trouble him!