“Do you want to get the weight of this sin off your mind?” I said.
“Of course I do. I am going to die. O dear! O dear!”
“Then that is just what I want to help you in. You must confess, or the weight of it will stick there.”
“But, if I confess, I shall be expected to pay it back?”
“Of course. That is only reasonable.”
“But I haven’t got it, I tell you. I have lost it.”
“Have you not a sovereign in your possession?”
“No, not one.”
“Can’t you ask your husband to let you have one?”
“There! I knew it was no use. I knew you would only make matters worse. I do wish I had never seen that wicked money.”