Crawley; "but there is no preparation for business like
a good breakfast. Lucy, hand Mr. Crawley the buttered toast. Eggs,
Fanny; where are the eggs?" And then John, in livery, brought in the
fresh eggs. "Now we shall do. I always eat my eggs while they're
hot, Crawley, and I advise you to do the same." To all this Mr.
Crawley said very little, and he was not at all at home under the
circumstances. Perhaps a thought did pass across his brain, as to
the difference between the meal which he had left on his own table,
and that which he now saw before him; and as to any cause which
might exist for such difference. But, if so, it was a very fleeting
thought, for he had far other matter now fully occupying his mind.
And then the breakfast was over, and in a few minutes the two
clergymen found themselves together in the parsonage study.
"Mr. Robarts," began the senior, when he had seated himself
uncomfortably on one of the ordinary chairs at the farther side
of the well-stored library table, while Mark was sitting at his
ease in his own arm-chair by the fire, "I have called upon you on
an unpleasant business." Mark's mind immediately flew off to Mr.
Sowerby's bill, but he could not think it possible that Mr. Crawley
could have had anything to do with that.
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