"No, don"t do that; it is going off. You will oblige me by leaving us,"
he whispered to her. "I am very busy."
"You seem too ill for business," she rejoined. "Can you not put it off for an hour? Rest might be of service to you."
"No, madam, the business cannot be put off," spoke up Lawyer Gwinn.
And down he sat in a chair, with a determined air of conscious power--just as his sister had sat _her_self down, a fortnight before, in Mr. Hunter"s hall.
Mrs. Hunter quitted the room at once, leaving her husband and the stranger in it. Austin followed her. Her face wore a puzzled, vexed look, as she turned it upon Austin. "Who is that person?" she asked.
"His manner to me appeared to be strangely insolent."
An instinct, for which Austin perhaps could not have accounted had he tried, caused him to suppress the fact that it was the brother of the Miss Gwinn who had raised a commotion at Mr. Hunter"s house. He answered that he had not seen the person at the office previously, his tone being as careless a one as he could a.s.sume. And Mrs. Hunter, who was of the least suspicious nature possible, let it pa.s.s. Her mind, too, was filled with the thought of her husband"s suffering state.
"Does Mr. Hunter appear to you to be ill?" she asked of Austin, somewhat abruptly.
"He looked so, I think."
"Not now; I am not alluding to the present moment," she rejoined. "Have you noticed before that he does not seem well?"
"Yes," replied Austin; "this week or two past."
There was a brief pause.
"Mr. Clay," she resumed, in a quiet, kind voice, "my health, as you are aware, is not good, and any sort of uneasiness tries me much. I am going to ask you a confidential question. I would not put it to many, and the asking it of you proves that my esteem for you is great. That Mr.
Hunter is ill, there is no doubt; but whether mentally or bodily I am unable to discover. To me he observes a most unusual reticence, his object probably being to spare me pain; but I can battle better with a known evil than with an unknown one. Tell me, if you can, whether any vexation has arisen in business matters?"
"Not that I am aware of," promptly replied Austin. "I feel sure that nothing is amiss in that quarter."
"Then it is as I suspected, and he must be suffering from some illness that he is concealing."
She wished Austin good morning. He saw her out of the gate, and then proceeded to the room he usually occupied when engaged indoors.
Presently he heard Mr. Hunter and his visitor come forth, and saw the latter pa.s.s the window. Mr. Hunter came into the room.
"Is Mrs. Hunter gone?"
"Yes, sir."
"Do you know what she wanted?"
"I do not think it was anything particular. She said she should like to say a word to you, if you were disengaged."
Mr. Hunter did not speak immediately. Austin was making out certain estimates, and his master looked over his shoulder. Not _to look_; his mind was evidently all pre-occupied.
"Did Mrs. Hunter inquire who it was that was with me?" he presently said.
"She inquired, sir. I did not say. I told her I had not seen the person here before."
"_You_ knew?" in a quick, sharp accent.
"Oh, yes."
"Then why did you not tell her? What was your motive for concealing it?"
The inquiry was uttered in a tone that could not be construed as proceeding from any emotion but that of fear. A flush came into Austin"s ingenuous face.
"I beg your pardon, sir. I never wish to be otherwise than open. But, as you had previously desired me not to speak of the lady who came to your house that night, I did not know but the same wish might apply to the visit of to-day."
"True, true," murmured Mr. Hunter; "I do _not_ wish this visit of the man"s spoken of. Never mention his name, especially to Mrs. Hunter. I suppose he did not impose upon me," added he, with a poor attempt at a forced smile: "it _was_ Gwinn, of Ketterford, was it not?"
"Certainly," said Austin, feeling surprised. "Did you not know him previously, sir?"
"Never. And I wish I had not known him now."
"If--if--will you forgive my saying, sir, that, should you have any transaction with him, touching money matters, it is necessary to be wary. Many a one has had cause to rue the getting into the clutches of Lawyer Gwinn."
A deep, heavy sigh, burst from Mr. Hunter. He had turned from Austin.
The latter spoke again in his ardent sympathy.
"Sir, is there any way in which I can serve you?--_any_ way? You have only to command me."
"No, no, Clay. I fell into that man"s clutches--as you have aptly termed it--years ago, and the penalty must be paid. There is no help for it."
"Not knowing him, sir?"
"Not knowing him. And not knowing that I owed it, as I certainly did not know, until a week or two back. I no more suspected that--that I was indebted there, than I was indebted to you."
Mr. Hunter had grown strangely confused and agitated, and the dew was rising on his livid face. He made a hollow attempt to laugh it off, and seemed to shun the gaze of his clerk.
"This comes of the freaks of young men," he observed, facing Austin after a pause, and speaking volubly. "Austin Clay, I will give you a piece of advice. Never put your hand to a bill. You may think it an innocent bit of paper, which can cost you at most but the sum that is marked upon it: but it may come back to you in after years, and you must purchase it with thousands. Have nothing to do with bills, in any way; they will be a thorn in your side."
"So, it is a money affair!" thought Austin. "I might have known it was nothing else, where Gwinn was concerned. Here"s Dr. Bevary coming in, sir," he added aloud.
The physician was inside the room ere the words had left Austin"s lips.
Mr. Hunter had seized upon a stray plan, and seemed bent upon its examination.
"Rather a keen-looking customer, that, whom I met at your gate," began the doctor. "Who was it?"
"Keen-looking customer?" repeated Mr. Hunter.
"A fellow dressed in black, with a squint and a white neckerchief; an ill-favoured fellow, whoever he is."
"How should I know about him?" replied Mr. Hunter, carelessly. "Somebody after the men, I suppose."
But Austin Clay felt that Mr. Hunter _did_ know; that the description could only apply to Gwinn of Ketterford. Dr. Bevary entwined his arm within his brother-in-law"s, and led him from the room.
"James, do you want doctoring?" he inquired, as they entered the one just vacated by Lawyer Gwinn.
"No, I don"t. What do you mean?"