His countenance denoted that he was a little concerned at the rencontre.
Gatliffe posted some letters, and then turned towards Peace with a look of deep sorrow.
“You remember the promise given to me on that terrible night?” said Gatliffe, in a whisper.
Peace nodded.
“I do,” he returned; “shall always hear it in remembrance. Be in no way concerned about me. I’ve seen my error, and am now a different man.”
“I hope and trust you are. Now, Peace,” said the young engineer, in a more serious and persuasive tone, “let me conjure you, let me beg of you, never to fall into a similar error. It must have been the archfiend who tempted you to commit such a monstrous act.”
“Say no more about it. Let it be forgotten. You have been in no way compromised, I hope.”
“I must tell you frankly that I found myself in such a terrible scrape, when the police arrived, that I was constrained to do more for you than I have ever done for myself. I had to tell a most deliberate falsehood, but let that pass. You will, I am sure, be mindful of your promise. You are young, possess ability, and may yet win a good position in life. But do not be tempted. If you are in want of money at any time drop me a line, and what I can spare in the way of a loan for a short time you are welcome to. Only do not, I charge you, attempt to rob or plunder. I am sure I wish to be everything that’s kind to you; but lately I have heard things which seem to strike me with horror.”
“What have you heard?”
“I will not pain you by repeating.”