'Could I speak a few words to you, sir ?' said Caldigate in the street.
'I am not very well to-day,' said the banker, hardly looking round, persevering in his effort to get into the vehicle.
'I would not keep you for a minute, sir.

I must see you, as you are aware.' There were already half-a-dozen people collected, all of whom had no doubt heard the story of John Caldigate's wife.

There was, indeed, no man or woman in Cambridge whose ears it had not reached.

In the hearing of these Mr.Bolton was determined not to speak of his daughter, and he was equally determined not to go back into the house.

'I have nothing to say,' he muttered--'nothing, nothing; drive on.' So the cab was driven on, and John Caldigate was left in the street.
The man's anger now produced a fixed purpose, and with a quick step he walked away from the bank to Robert Bolton's office.