She looked backwards and forwards from Mr.Godfrey to my aunt, and from my aunt to Mr.Godfrey, in such a frantic manner that I really thought she had gone mad.
"Don't speak to me! Don't touch me!" she exclaimed, shrinking back from all of us (I declare like some hunted animal!) into a corner of the room.

"This is my fault! I must set it right.

I have sacrificed myself--I had a right to do that, if I liked.

But to let an innocent man be ruined; to keep a secret which destroys his character for life--Oh, good God, it's too horrible! I can't bear it!" My aunt half rose from her chair, then suddenly sat down again.

She called to me faintly, and pointed to a little phial in her work-box.
"Quick!" she whispered.