"Why do you agitate yourself, sir?" said Inglefield. "The affair is dead and buried long ago. You have no cause for reproach."
"It is because I have true cause for reproach that I am tortured now. Wrongs may be buried, but they do not die. They live to bear after-fruit."
He leaned his head upon his hand, and a thought flashed suddenly into Mark Inglefield's mind.
"The past has been recalled to you, sir," he said, in a tone of false commiseration, "in some special way."
"Yes, Inglefield."
"Through this Mr. Parkinson?" asked Inglefield. "Yes, through him."
"Ah," cried Inglefield, "then these men are acquainted with each other."
"These men?" repeated Mr. Manners, in inquiry.
"Mr. Parkinson and your son," replied Inglefield, somewhat confused by the question.
"Yes, they are acquainted with each other."