"You are sure that I shall, Mark?"
"Sure!" echoed Mark, opening his small grey eyes very wide in surprise. "Of course I am sure. Do you think I should forget to bring it you? Let me have it at once, there's a good brother. Carine will think I am never coming; we have to go to two parties tonight."
Oswald wrote the cheque and gave it him. It was a cheque of the firm: "Bracknell, Street, and Oswald Cray:" for Oswald's name appeared now.
And Mr. Mark carried it off with him. "There's a good brother," indeed! I wonder how he slept that night!
[CHAPTER XLVII.]
COMMOTION.
With the wing of the dawn--that is, with the wing of the dawn for business in London--Mark Cray was at the offices in the City. Barker was there before him, and started forward to meet him as he entered. Mark had not succeeded in seeing Barker the previous night.
"Cray, it's all up. I'm afraid it's all up."
"Have you heard from Wales?"
"I got a telegram this morning. There's an irruption of water, in earnest this time. It's flowing in like so many pumps. Look here."