“Oh, any noodle could give advice like that. It isn’t perfect.”
“No, dear,” said Mary sadly; “for Mrs Berens says that this Mr Thompson tells her it is impossible to withdraw now, and it seems he has been very angry with her—almost threatening.”
“Confound his insolence!”
“He told her she ought not to have invested if she meant to change her mind, and that she is making a fool of him.”
“Impossible!” said Salis sharply. “She might make him a rogue.”
“You will help her, will you not, Hartley?”
“Well, I’ll see what I can do; but I shall be an unfair advocate, for I hate that man.”
“And you will go and see Mr North to-day.”
“Perhaps,” said Salis. “He faithfully promised to send for me when I could be of any use, and I may do more harm than good by forcing myself there.”
Three days had passed since the last visit, and the suspicions which had flashed through the curate’s brain had faded away as soon as he had found himself questioned by Mary, and felt how much she would be alarmed if he alluded to several little matters in connection with his interview.