"Pack up my things, go down to Helton, see my father, and tell the truth," she replied.
"You dare not, no one would believe your story."
"One person would, I am certain," she answered.
"Your father?"
"Probably, but I meant your wife," said Janet.
"You dare not speak to her of such things," he said, angrily.
"And why not? She has every right to know the truth."
"If I give you the money will you hold your tongue?" he asked.
"Yes, until I require more," was her reply.
He gave her twenty pounds, thankful to be able to stave off the evil day, hoping in the meantime to find some way out of his difficulties.