"I have had to work so hard and contrive so closely that _everything_ will be a pleasure to me.
Just to know that I _never_ need starve to death or go into the workhouse is such a relief that--" "Oh!" exclaimed Lady Agatha, quickly and involuntarily laying a hand on hers, startled by the fact that she spoke as if referring to a wholly matter-of-fact possibility.
Emily smiled, realising her feeling.
"Perhaps I ought not to have said that.

I forgot.

But such things are possible when one is too old to work and has nothing to depend on.

You could scarcely understand.

When one is very poor one is frightened, because occasionally one cannot help thinking of it." "But now--now! Oh! how different!" exclaimed Agatha, with heartfelt earnestness.
"Yes.