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A second letter was written to Mary Bowes; but not till many copies had been made was it at length despatched. The writer declared that he looked for no reply until Mary was quite herself again; he begged only that she would reflect, meanwhile, upon what he had said, reflect with all her indulgence, all her native goodness and gentleness. And, indeed, there elapsed nearly a fortnight before the answer came; and to Humplebee it seemed an endless succession of tormenting days. Then–

Humplebee behaved like one distracted. His landlady in good earnest thought he had gone crazy, and was only reassured when he revealed to her what had happened. Mary Bowes was to be his wife! They must wait for a year and a half; Mary could not leave her father quite alone, but in a year and a half Mr. Bowes, who was an oldish man, would be able to retire on the modest fruit of his economies, and all three could live together in London. ‘What,’ cried Humplebee, ‘was eighteen months? It would allow him to save enough out of his noble salary to start housekeeping with something more than comfort. Blessed be the name of Chadwick!’

When his arm was once more sound, and Mary’s health quite recovered, they met. In their long, long talk Humplebee was led to tell the story of that winter day when he saved Leonard Chadwick’s life; he related, too, all that had ensued upon his acquaintance with the great Mr. Chadwick, memories which would never lose all their bitterness. Mary was moved to tears, and her tears were dried by indignation. But they agreed that Leonard, after all, made some atonement for his father’s heartless behaviour. Humplebee showed a letter that had come from young Chadwick a day or two ago; every line spoke generosity of spirit. ‘When,’ he asked, ‘might they expect their new bookkeeper. They were in full swing; business promised magnificently. As yet, they had only a temporary office, but Geldershaw was in treaty for fine premises in the city. The sooner Humplebee arrived the better; fortune awaited him.’

It was decided that he should leave for London in two days.

The next evening he came to spend an hour or two with Mary and her father. On entering the room he at once observed something strange in the looks with which he was greeted. Mary had a pale, miserable air, and could hardly speak. Mr. Bowes, after looking at him fixedly for a moment, exclaimed–

‘Have you seen to-day’s paper?’

‘I’ve been too busy,’ he replied. ‘What has happened?’

‘Isn’t your London man called Geldershaw?’

‘Yes,’ murmured Humplebee, with a sinking of the heart.

‘Well, the police are after him; he has bolted. It’s a long-firm swindle that he’s been up to. You know what that means? Obtaining goods on false credit, and raising money on them. What’s more, young Chadwick is arrested; he came before the magistrates yesterday, charged with being an accomplice. Here it is; read it for yourself.’

Humplebee dropped into a chair. When his eyes undazzled, he read the full report which Mr. Bowes had summarised. It was the death-blow of his hopes.

‘Leonard Chadwick has been a victim, not a swindler,’ sounded from him in a feeble voice. ‘You see, he says that Geldershaw has robbed him of all his money–that he is ruined.’

‘He says so,’ remarked Mr. Bowes with angry irony.

‘I believe him,’ said Humplebee. His eyes sought Mary’s. The girl regarded him steadily, and she spoke in a low firm voice–‘I, too, believe him.’

‘Whether or no,’ said Mr. Bowes, thrusting his hands into his pockets, ‘the upshot of it is, Humplebee, that you’ve lost a good place through trusting him. I had my doubts; but you were in a hurry, and didn’t ask advice. If this had happened a week later, the police would have laid hands on you as well.’

‘So there’s something to be thankful for, at all events,’ said Mary.

Again Humplebee met her eyes. He saw that she would not forsake him.

He had to begin life over again–that was all.