room, nothing was written so
plainly on the Manager's face as headache and dejection; and a great
wave of pity and desire, swept away from Reggie all thought of himself
and of his own happiness.

What could he do to help this man who was slipping down into the
bondage of strong drink?

What _had_ Mrs. Gray said and done, he wondered, as he listened to the
dull, listless voice in which Mr. Gray bade him take the omnibus at
once, and proceed to the house of a wealthy client who lived three
miles out of the town, and who had been taken ill and wished to
transact some business.

There was no opportunity now to think of anything but the matters to
be arranged with the wealthy client, which were important and urgent,
and the minutes before the omnibus started were few, so the moment
Reggie was sure he understood his errand he took his hat, relocked
his desk and stepped out from the Bank, well pleased to be leaving the
town for a country outing, on such a lovely April morning.

But as he glanced down the long, sunny street, he saw something which
suddenly arrested his footsteps.

Only a gentleman crossing the road and coming towards him, but a
gentleman whose identity was unmistakable even at this distance, by
reason of a very peculiar lameness. A gentleman who was one of the
largest shareholders, and had much influence in the Bank--a man who
was so stern a teetotaller that he could forgive any sin sooner than
intemperance.

In one instant Reggie was back in the Bank, Mr. Gray's hat was in his
hand, and he was standing beside the astonished Manager. "Quick!" he
said breathlessly. "You go down to Muirend House instead of me--here's
your hat! Don't ask any questions, and when you get outside, turn
to the left and don't look behind you on any account. Never mind the
omnibus; it will do you good to walk! Quick--or you'll be too late."

"What?" demanded Mr. Gray, "are you going wrong in the head, Reggie?"

Reggie repeated his request, still breathlessly, and there was
something so insistent in his manner, so beseeching in his eyes,
and his three years of patient faithful work, so rose up to help his
influence, that the Manager actually stood up, laid down his pen and
took his hat.

"I suppose you know what you are playing at," said he, a little
coldly. "What is it I am to do? Turn to the left and not look behind
me!"

"Yes! that's it," said Reggie eagerly; "oh, be quick, or it will be
too late."

"And I'm to walk,