“Dear Madam,
Your ever affectionate friend,
and humble servant,
F. ATKINSON.”
When Amelia read this letter to Booth they were both equally surprized, she at the commitment for forgery, and he at seeing such a letter from Mrs. Atkinson; for he was a stranger yet to the reconciliation that had happened.
Booth’s doubts were first satisfied by Amelia, from which he received great pleasure; for he really had a very great affection and fondness for Mr. Atkinson, who, indeed, so well deserved it. “Well, my dear,” said he to Amelia, smiling, “shall we accept this generous offer?”
“O fy! no, certainly,” answered she.
“Why not?” cries Booth; “it is but a trifle; and yet it will be of great service to us.”
“But consider, my dear,” said she, “how ill these poor people can spare it.”
“They can spare it for a little while,” said Booth, “and we shall soon pay it them again.”
“When, my dear?” said Amelia. “Do, my dear Will, consider our wretched circumstances. I beg you let us go into the country immediately, and live upon bread and water till Fortune pleases to smile upon us.”
“I am convinced that day is not far off,” said Booth. “However, give me leave to send an answer to Mrs. Atkinson, that we shall be glad of her company immediately to breakfast.”
“You know I never contradict you,” said she, “but I assure you it is contrary to my inclinations to take this money.”