"All right," said Bertha.  "I give you until to-morrow at noon to decide.  If by that time I have twenty pounds in my hand all right, your secret is respected and no catastrophe will happen, and your frightful deceit will never be found out.  Only one person will know it, and that is I.  But if you do not give me the twenty pounds I shall myself go to Mrs. Clavering and tell her everything.  I shall be sorry; the consequences will be very disagreeable for me; I cannot even say if I shall quite escape the punishment of the law, but I expect I shall. In any case, you will be done for, my pretty Florence; your career will be over.  Think of that; think of the little Mummy, as you call her, without the great Scholarship to back you up--think what it means."