Still, I passed a weary day on Sunday, reflecting, sadly enough, that I had not yet made my peace with Mr.Fauntleroy.My anxiety to set myself right with my generous friend was so intense that I risked intruding myself on his privacy by calling at his town residence on the Sunday.

He was not there, and his servant could tell me nothing of his whereabouts.

There was no help for it now but to wait till his weekday duties brought him back to the bank.
I went to business on Monday morning half an hour earlier than usual, so great was my impatience to restore the amount of that unlucky draft to my account as soon as possible after the bank opened.
On entering my office, I stopped with a startled feeling just inside the door.

Something serious had happened.

The clerks, instead of being at their desks as usual, were all huddled together in a group, talking to each other with blank faces.