“How would you give it back? Would you get your husband to take it?”
“No; I wouldn’t trust him.”
“With the story, you mean? You do not wish to imply that he would not restore it?”
“I don’t mean that. He would do what I told him.”
“How would you return it, then?”
“I should make a parcel of it, and send it.”
“Without saying anything about it?”
“Yes. Where’s the good? The man would have his own.”
“No, he would not. He has a right to your confession, for you have wronged him. That would never do.”
“You are too hard upon me,” she said, beginning to weep angrily.