But as he was leaving the bank he came up to Bertram, and laying his hand on his shoulder, quietly said:
“I want you to go immediately to my house upon leaving here. I may not be back till midnight, and Miss Fairchild may need the comfort of your presence. Will you do it, Bertram?”
“Uncle! I—”
“Hush! you will comfort me best by doing what I ask. May I rely upon you?”
“Always.”
“That is enough.”
And with just a final look, the two gentlemen parted, and the shadow which had rested all day upon the bank, deepened over Bertram’s head like a pall.
It was not lifted by the sight of Hopgood stealing a few minutes later towards the door by which his uncle had departed, his face pale, and his eyes fixed in a stare, that bespoke some deep and moving determination.