Mrs.Crayton could only say she was sorry for her imprudence, but could not think of having her own reputation endangered by encouraging a woman of that kind in her own house, besides she did not know what trouble and expense she might bring upon her husband by giving shelter to a woman in her situation.
"I can at least die here," said Charlotte, "I feel I cannot long survive this dreadful conflict.

Father of mercy, here let me finish my existence." Her agonizing sensations overpowered her, and she fell senseless on the floor.
"Take her away," said Mrs.Crayton, "she will really frighten me into hysterics; take her away I say this instant." "And where must I take the poor creature ?" said the servant with a voice and look of compassion.
"Any where," cried she hastily, "only don't let me ever see her again.

I declare she has flurried me so I shan't be myself again this fortnight." John, assisted by his fellow-servant, raised and carried her down stairs.

"Poor soul," said he, "you shall not lay in the street this night.

I have a bed and a poor little hovel, where my wife and her little ones rest them, but they shall watch to night, and you shall be sheltered from danger." They placed her in a chair; and the benevolent man, assisted by one of his comrades, carried her to the place where his wife and children lived.