deliver me out of the body of this death?

[She stands above him, hesitating. After a moment, she says,
determinedly.]

AUNTIE. I know: it's this money trouble. It's what Joshua said in
his letter about your having to get somebody to help him. Well,
that's just what I wanted to speak to you about. I have a way out
of the difficulty.

VICAR. It's not the church. I could wish every Stone of it were
crumbled into dust!

AUNTIE. William, how wicked of you! . . .

Is it--is it anything to do with your brother Joshua? Why don't
you answer?

VICAR. _It has to do with my brother--Robert_.

AUNTIE. Mary's fa . . .

William, did you send him that telegram yesterday?

VICAR. Yes: that was a lie, too!

AUNTIE. Nonsense! Don't be absurd!

VICAR. It was a lie!