But that has nothing to do with your affairs.

It is scarcely proper for a boy like you to criticise his father's way of disposing of his money." "I confess I think Godfrey is right in commenting upon your extraordinary liberality to the Burkes," observed Mrs.Preston.
"Lucinda," said her husband, gravely, "when my own wife deserted my sick bed, leaving me to wrestle alone with a terrible and dangerous disease, I was fortunate enough to find in Mrs.Burke a devoted nurse.
The money I have paid her is no adequate compensation, nor is it all that I intend to do for her." There was a part of this speech that startled Mrs.Preston.

Never before had her husband complained of her desertion of him in his sickness, and she hoped that he had been imposed upon by the excuse which she gave of saving herself for Godfrey.

Now she saw that in this she had not been altogether successful, and she regretted having referred to Mrs.Burke, and so brought this reproach upon herself.

She felt it necessary to say something in extenuation.
"It was because I wanted to live for Godfrey," she said, with a flushed face.