I wonder if I can be honest and true now with only Phebe Marlowe listening.

I could have told my mother, perhaps, if it had been of any use; but I would die rather than tell Felicita.

Done, Phebe! I've appropriated securities trusted to my keeping, pledging some and selling others for my own use.

I've stolen L10,000." "And you could be sent to prison for it ?" she said, in a low voice, glancing uneasily round as if she fancied she would be overheard.
"For I don't know how many years," he answered.
"It would kill Mrs.Sefton," she said.

"Oh! how could you do it ?" "It was for Felicita I did it," he replied absently; "for my Felicita only." For a few minutes Phebe's brain was busy, but not yet with the most sorrowful thoughts.