Mark felt that it was a bore, but there was nothing more to be done in that direction.

He must now find out how far the bankers could assist him.
Some week or two after his return to Framley he went over to Barchester, and called there on a certain Mr.Forrest, the manager of one of the banks, with whom he was acquainted; and with many injunctions as to secrecy told this manager the whole of his story.
At first he concealed the name of his friend Sowerby, but it soon appeared that no such concealment was of any avail.

"That Sowerby, of course," said Mr.Forrest.

"I know you are intimate with him; and all his friends go through that, sooner or later." It seemed to Mark as though Mr.Forrest made very light of the whole transaction.
"I cannot possibly pay the bill when it falls due," said Mark.
"Oh, no, of course not," said Mr.Forrest.

"It's never very convenient to hand out four hundred pounds at a blow.