You box, and I scold.

But, seriously, I began to calculate our money when she so cavalierly sent off the fifty-pound note (I can't help admiring her for it), and I am very much afraid we shall not have enough to pay the doctor's bill, and take her home with us." "She must go inside the coach whatever we do," said Mr Benson, decidedly.

"Who's there?
Come in! Oh! Mrs Hughes! Sit down." "Indeed, sir, and I cannot stay; but the young lady has just made me find up her watch for her, and asked me to get it sold to pay the doctor, and the little things she has had since she came; and please, sir, indeed, I don't know where to sell it nearer than Carnarvon." "That is good of her," said Miss Benson, her sense of justice satisfied; and, remembering the way in which Ruth had spoken of the watch, she felt what a sacrifice it must have been to resolve to part with it.
"And her goodness just helps us out of our dilemma," said her brother, who was unaware of the feelings with which Ruth regarded her watch, or, perhaps, he might have parted with his Facciolati.
Mrs Hughes patiently awaited their leisure for answering her practical question.

Where could the watch be sold?
Suddenly her face brightened.
"Mr Jones, the doctor, is going to be married, perhaps he would like nothing better than to give this pretty watch to his bride; indeed, and I think it's very likely; and he'll pay money for it as well as letting alone his bill.

I'll ask him, sir, at any rate." Mr Jones was only too glad to obtain possession of so elegant a present at so cheap a rate.