Might it not be possible that he would be satisfied with her money, and that thus the woman might be saved?
"Seward," he said at last, addressing his friend, who had not yet come to the end of the last crossed page.
"Is there anything wrong?" said Seward.
"Well;--yes; there is something a little wrong. I fear I must leave you, and go up to town to-day."
"Nobody ill, I hope?"
"No;--nobody is ill. But I must go up to London. Mrs. Bole will take care of you, and you must not be angry with me for leaving you."

Might it not be possible that he would be satisfied with her money, and that thus the woman might be saved?
"Seward," he said at last.
"Is there anything wrong?" said Seward.
"Well; yes. I fear I must leave you, and go up to town today."
"Nobody ill, I hope?"
"No. But I must go up to London. Mrs. Bole will take care of you."
