"The matter is not known beyond ourselves," interposed Mr. Howard again, indicating himself and the banker; "and it need not be. But it is solely out of consideration for your family, you understand, that we offer to hush it up. Will you explain?"
"I cannot. Unfortunately, I cannot, sir. It is not in my power?"
"I can't help it," said poor Charles, passing his hand over his hot brow.
Mr. Howard, very hard, very uncompromising when deliberately provoked, was as good as his word. And Charles Cleveland was given into custody for forgery.
CHAPTER XXII. "THAT IT MAY BE WELL WITH US IN AFTER-LIFE."
It was all over and done with long before Mr. Grubb got up from Blackheath in the afternoon. He felt terribly vexed. Vexed for Charles himself, terribly vexed for Charles's family, vexed on his own score. To his refined and sensitive mind, it almost seemed that he had violated the sacred laws of hospitality, for Charles had been staying, as a guest, in his house.
The first thing he did was to hasten to the prison to which Charles had been conveyed, preparatory to his examination on the morrow. The young man was in his cell, sitting on the edge of his narrow bed, and looking very downhearted. The entrance of Mr. Grubb seemed to bring to him a sudden flash of hope. He started up.
"Oh, sir," he exclaimed, in high excitement, "will you not look over this one error? My father will replace the money--I am sure he will, rather than suffer this public disgrace to fall upon the family. Do not force the shame upon him. And--and there's my brother--just embarked--what will he do? Oh, Mr. Grubb, if you will but have mercy!
"Charles--don't excite yourself like this--I have come here to offer you the mercy," spoke Mr. Grubb; and his considerate manner, his voice of music, were just like a healing balm. "I have come straight from Mr. Howard to renew the offer he made you. It is not yet too late: we will make things right tomorrow: there will be no prosecutor, you understand. Will you give me, myself only, the particulars you denied to Mr. Howard?"
Just for one eager moment the wish flashed across Charles's mind that he might tell the truth to this good man. Was he not Adela's husband, and would he not excuse her in his love? The next, he saw how futile was the wish. Could _he_ be the one to betray her?--and to her husband? Shame upon him for the thought! He had vowed to her to hold her harmless, and he would do so for her sake.