But Lady Lufton knew it, though she said not a word to him--knew it, and was unhappy.
"If he would only marry Griselda, there would be an end of that danger," she said to herself.
But now we must go back for a while to the vicar and his little bill.
It will be remembered, that his first idea with reference to that trouble, after the reading of his father's will, was to borrow the money from his brother John.

John was down at Exeter at the time, and was to stay one night at the parsonage on his way to London.
Mark would broach the matter to him on the journey, painful though it would be to him to tell the story of his own folly to a brother so much younger than himself, and who had always looked up to him, clergyman and full-blown vicar as he was, with a deference greater than that which such difference in age required.

The story was told, however; but was told all in vain, as Mark found out before he reached Framley.

His brother John immediately declared that he would lend him the money, of course--eight hundred, if his brother wanted it.

He, John, confessed that, as regarded the remaining two, he should like to feel the pleasure of immediate possession.