The husband was sure that he was entitled to the assistance of the police, but he doubted much whether he would be able to get it, and he was most averse to ask for it.
And yet what other step could he take?
With no purpose as yet quite fixed, he went to the bank, thinking that he might best commence his work by expostulating with his wife's father.

It was Mr.Bolton's habit to walk every morning into the town, unless he was deterred by heat or wet or ill health; and till lately it had been his habit also to walk back, his house being a mile and a half distant from the bank; but latterly the double walk had become too much for him, and, when the time for his return came, he would send out for a cab to take him home.

His hours were very various.

He would generally lunch at the bank, in his own little dingy room; but if things went badly with him, so as to disturb his mind, he would go back early in the day, and generally pass the afternoon asleep.

On this occasion he was very much troubled, so that when Caldigate reached the bank, which he did before one, Mr.
Bolton was already getting into his cab.