Trowbridge; pray don't think of apologizing. We
are all liable to make mista kes. Say nothing more about it, and
bring the money back on Monday if you still honor us with your
confidence."
He looked down at his papers as if he was anxious to be alone
again, and I had no alternative, of course, but to take my leave
immediately. I went home, feeling a little easier in my mind now
that I had paved the way for making the best practical atonement
in my power by bringing my balance back the first thing on Monday
morning. Still, I passed a weary day on Sunday, reflecting, sadly
enough, that I had not yet made my peace with Mr. Fauntleroy. My
anxiety to set myself right with my generous friend was so
intense that I risked intruding myself on his privacy by calling
at his town residence on the Sunday. He was not there, and his
servant could tell me nothing of his whereabouts. There was no
help for it now but to wait till his weekday duties brought him
back to the bank.
I went to business on Monday morning half an hour earlier than
usual, so great was my impatience to restore the amount of that
unlucky draft to my account as soon as possible after the bank
opened.
On entering my office, I stopped with a startled feeling just
inside the door. Something serious had happened.
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