If the house, and every one of us, had tumbled out into the river together, I could hardly have received a greater shock.

‘Dick knows it,’ said my aunt, laying her hand calmly on my shoulder. ‘I am ruined, my dear Trot! All I have in the world is in this room, except the cottage; and that I have left Janet to let. Barkis, I want to get a bed for this gentleman tonight. To save expense, perhaps you can make up something here for myself. Anything will do. It’s only for tonight. We’ll talk about this, more, tomorrow.’

I was roused from my amazement, and concern for her — I am sure, for her — by her falling on my neck, for a moment, and crying that she only grieved for me.

In another moment she suppressed this emotion; and said with an aspect more triumphant than dejected: