‘Better—much better, you shall see him to-morrow—eh, Guy?’
‘But I cannot explain about the one thousand pounds.’
‘Never mind—you never had it, so you can’t have misspent it. That’s neither here nor there.’
‘And you forgive my language respecting you?’
‘Nonsense about that! If you never said anything worse than that Philip was a meddling coxcomb, you haven’t much to repent of; and I am sure I was ten old fools when I let him bore me into writing that letter.’
‘No, no; you did right under your belief; and circumstances were strong against me. And is it clear? Are we where we were before?’
‘We are—we are in everything, only we know better what you are worth, Guy. Shake hands once more. There’s an end of all misunderstanding and vexation, and we shall be all right at home again!’
The shake was a mighty one. Guy shaded his face for a moment or two, and then said—
‘It is too much. I don’t understand it. How did you know this matter wanted explanation?’ said he, turning to his uncle.
‘I learnt it from Mr. Markham, and you will do me the justice to believe, that I was greatly shocked to find that your generosity—’