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Barter looked with one swift and vivid glance from the fallen bundle to his guest's face, then back again. Bommaney rose from his seat, buttoned his overcoat with awkward and lingering fingers, and put on his hat. He was evidently unconscious of his own tears, and made no attempt to disguise them, or to wipe them away. He said, 'God bless my soul! a third time, and then, shaking young Mr.
James Hornett had slid noiselessly downstairs, his mind inflated by pride. He was not proud of having played the eavesdropper, for even in Mr. Hornett's economy of things, that was an act to be proud of; but he was very proud, indeed, to be associated with a gentleman so magnificently respected as Mr. Bommaney.
'I got a tip the other day, he went on; 'that old bank at Mount Royal, Fellowes and Fellowes, is going to crack up, my boy. There's something very queer in the commercial atmosphere just now, Bommaney. There are lots of old-fashioned solid people breaking up. To Bommaney's uneasy fancy there was in his visitor's voice an accent which sounded personal.
Bommaney and himself were old friends and schoolfellows, and had been in each other's confidence for years. 'I am afraid, sir, Mr. Hornett had said, when the visitor first presented himself, 'that Mr. Bommaney may not be able to see you at present. He gave orders not to be disturbed. 'Not see me? said the visitor with a laugh.
The poor Bommaney was maddened to think he had not done what the other's thoughts charged him with, even though he passionately rebelled against the accusation. 'When did you ever know me to be a rogue, James Hornett? he asked, with an air and voice to which his passion lent something like dignity. 'When did you ever know me defraud a man of a farthing?
He threatened me while you were away. He said if they gave him fifty years he'd kill me when he came out again. He'll do it, because I made a clean breast of it, didn't I, Mr. Bommaney? I made a clean breast of it, officer. I'm ready to tell everything. He's ruined me, and now he says he'll kill me because I'm ready to make a clean breast of it. 'I choose to be taken separately, if you please.
'Eighty notes of a hundred. Pretty little handful, isn't it? They don't look, he added, with his head reflectively on one side and his eyebrows raised a little, 'they don't look as they'd buy as much as they will. Bommaney tried to find a commonplace word by answer, and an inaudible something died drily in his throat.
Bommaney could possibly have left them, furtively pressing the notes against his breast meanwhile, and once, at a quiet interval, when Bommaney had sunk into his former stupor, venturing to steal a hand to the pocket in which the stolen money lay, caressing the edges of the notes with the tips of his fingers.
Tell my mother that I have been home, and that I have been called suddenly back on urgent business. Bommaney stood in a kind of stupid trance, and the young man, taking him by the arm, had some ado to secure his attention. 'Come! Come, sir, he said; 'we will look into this at once. You must not remain in suspense about such a matter.
Bommaney whom no misfortune could subdue, was crying, very feebly and quietly, and was mopping his rosy cheeks, and blowing his nose in an utter and unrestraining abandonment to trouble. There was another fact which would have come upon his friends with an equal shock of surprise if they could but have had it brought home to them.
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