" There was nothing for Mr. Forrest to do under such
circumstances but simply to drive back to Barchester. He had done the
best for the young clergyman according to his lights, and perhaps,
in a worldly view, his advice had not been bad. But Mark dreaded the
very name of a bill. He was as a dog that had been terribly scorched,
and nothing should again induce him to go near the fire.
"Was not that the man from the bank?" said Fanny, coming into the
room when the sound of the wheels had died away.
"Yes; Mr. Forrest."
"Well, dearest?"
"We must prepare ourselves for the worst."
"You will not sign any more papers, eh, Mark?"
"No; I have just now positively refused to do so."
"Then I can bear anything. But, dearest, dearest Mark, will you not
let me tell Lady Lufton?"
Let them look at the matter in any way the punishment was very heavy.
CHAPTER XLIII
Is She Not Insignificant?
And now a month went by at Framley without any increase of comfort to
our friends there, and also without any absolute development of the
ruin which had been daily expected at the parsonage. Sundry letters
had reached Mr. Robarts from various personages acting in the Tozer
interest, all of which he referred to Mr. Curling, of Barchester.
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