"There's the fifty pounds," said he, with a sigh of reluctance at the idea.
"Yes, there's the fifty pounds," echoed his sister, with the same sadness in her tone. "I suppose it is hers."
"I suppose it is; and, being so, we must not think who gave it to her. It will defray her expenses. I am very sorry, but I think we must take it."
"It would never do to apply to him under the present circumstances," said Miss Benson, in a hesitating manner.
"No, that we won't," said her brother decisively. "If she consents to let us take care of her, we will never let her stoop to request anything from him, even for his child. She can live on bread and water--we can all live on bread and water--rather than that."