If I were
to die it might be used against you. You can pay me whenever it is
convenient."
"You are too good, Mr. Bingham," said the old clergyman. "Where could
another man be found who would lend me L200 without security?" (where
indeed!) "By the way," he added, "I forgot; my mind is in such a whirl.
Will you come back with me for a few days to Bryngelly? We shall all be
so pleased if you can. Do come, Mr. Bingham; you look as though you want
a change, you do indeed."
Geoffrey dropped his hand heavily on the desk. But half an hour before
he had made up his mind not to go to Bryngelly. And now----The vision
of Beatrice rose before his eyes. Beatrice who had gone cold all winter
and never told him one word of their biting poverty--the longing for the
sight of Beatrice came into his heart, and like a hurricane swept the
defences of his reason to the level ground. Temptation overwhelmed him;
he no longer struggled against it. He must see her, if it was only to
say good-bye.
"Thank you," he said quietly, lifting his bowed head. "Yes, I have
nothing particular to do for the next day or two.
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