"Or, return to your husband, tell him everything, compensate him with all the wealth you two hold, and take the children. I suppose the kids are not even a year old, so this will hurt less. Ultimately, I do not wish to see the children suffering from your vile actions. If you die together, all fingers will point to a love affair—hence your husband will live in shame and doubt if the kids are even his. If you run away with this man, your husband might again kill himself in shame."
Sylvester tried to find an optimal solution for the two lovers. He didn't care about these two but did worry about the current husband and the kids. "Accept this, or die publically."
"B-But, my lord—where will we go after that? This village is our home. Won't the children starve?" Jenny, the woman asked.
