You being Mr Rimbolt's servant, I had to consider his convenience.

I now write to say that you can spare me the unpleasant duty of informing the Wildtree household of what a miscreant they have in their midst by doing it yourself.

If, after they know all, they choose to keep you on, there is nothing more to be said.

You are welcome to the chance you will have of lying in order to whitewash yourself, but either I or you must tell what we know.

Meanwhile I envy you the feelings with which I dare say you read of the death of poor young Forrester's father in Afghanistan.