Her husband would never bear it.

He would leave her, she was sure.
Ah! better pay a thousand pounds over and over again than go through all this.
Yet it seemed a large sum; not that she cared for it, but how could she get it without her husband's knowledge?
By her own wish, all money affairs had been left in his hands; he would wonder when he looked at her check book why she had drawn so large a sum; better write out checks of a hundred pounds each.
She did so, and sent them.

Just as she was folding the paper that enclosed them a grand inspiration came to her--an impulse to go to her husband and tell him all.
He would find some means of saving her, she was quite sure of that.

Then the more cowardly, the weaker part of her nature, rose in rebellion.

She dared not, for, if she did, he would never love her again.