"Never again, Mary, never again. Never mistrust me again."
"I won't, I won't!" said the girl, and burst into a fit of passionate weeping.
Mark Inglefield gave an instruction to the driver, and they rattled along at a great pace through the City.
[CHAPTER XLII.]
At eleven o'clock punctually the next morning Mark Inglefield knocked at the door of Mr. Manners's study. They were not in the habit of taking their meals together; this was the reason of their not meeting at the breakfast-table.
"Good-morning, sir," said Inglefield.
"Good-morning," said Mr. Manners.
Mark Inglefield was cheerful and composed, and Mr. Manners, gazing at him, could not help thinking that he must be mistaken in suspecting him of wrong-doing.
"Shall we start at once, sir?"
"At once."