CHAPTER II.
A GENEROUS BANKER.
The ring lay on the little table. Mr. Grey did not take it up, but left it where Farleg had placed it.
When the banker had pulled out the drawer half-a-dozen inches, he looked up from the ring, and, with a glance of kindly interest, said:
"So you intend leaving the country. Why? And where do you purpose going?"
Farleg looked down at his boots, and thrust up his shoulders as he answered:
"Well, sir, things are getting hot, and the place is getting hot. It isn't every one has so much consideration as you for a man who has to live as best he can——"
"Poor fellow!"
"And if I and the old woman don't clear out of this soon, why, they'll be sending me away, 'Carriage paid: with care.'"