But I am almost as poorly provided with words as with money.

Permit me to say--my heart bled for her.
Returning to my aunt's chair, I observed dear Mr.Godfrey searching for something softly, here and there, in different parts of the room.

Before I could offer to assist him he had found what he wanted.

He came back to my aunt and me, with his declaration of innocence in one hand, and with a box of matches in the other.
"Dear aunt, a little conspiracy!" he said.

"Dear Miss Clack, a pious fraud which even your high moral rectitude will excuse! Will you leave Rachel to suppose that I accept the generous self-sacrifice which has signed this paper?
And will you kindly bear witness that I destroy it in your presence, before I leave the house ?" He kindled a match, and, lighting the paper, laid it to burn in a plate on the table.