"I did intend to return when I left, but circumstances are sometimes too strong for intentions," said Jack, feeling a comical conviction that he was growing sententious. Pope's line flashed through his mind: "And mark the point where sense and dulness meet." "I hope the sense is equal to the dulness," he thought. "And you saw Clive?" She glanced at Oliver again as she put the question, but this time her looks were defiant. She thought that Ibbetson had gathered a false impression of what Trent had done; at the same time she took a certain pleasure in introducing a subject which would perhaps irritate Trent. He at once accepted the challenge, laying down the book and saying in his soft tones: "You need hardly put that question, Bice; Mr Ibbetson not only saw Clive, but, as you know, made discoveries so new and startling, that if they had not had the misfortune to place me in a very unenviable light, I should really have been disposed to congratulate him upon their extraordinary ingenuity." "You would be giving me more credit than I deserve," Jack replied calmly. "My discoveries were so far from ingenious that I might have wondered at their results if I had not remembered an old saying." "Pray allow us to benefit." "You may go by different roads, and yet reach the same end." Jack was getting irate at what he considered insolence, though he was ready to spare him if Bice made any sign. "Most oracular. May I ask whether the application is intended for my use?" said Trent without any change of countenance. But Ibbetson noticed that his hand which was resting on the arm of the chair, grasped it closely. He bent forward and answered,-- "Certainly I have no wish to be your fellow-traveller." Bice, who had been glancing doubtfully from one to the other, interposed. "You are not quite fair on Mr Trent. Has it ever been explained to you? Oh, then, it is no wonder. He was deceived as well as poor Clive by that wicked man." "Was he?" "Yes, indeed. What a friend for Clive to choose! Do you think he will be more careful now? Because, if not, I am sure he will be ruined." "He has had a lesson, of course." "And it was all through you that the man was found out. Imagine his telling you that he had repaid the money! I suppose he is too ill to be punished?" "He is dead," Ibbetson answered briefly. "Dead!" she looked questioningly at him; something which he could not shut out of his manner, gave her suspicions. She said with her old imperativeness, "Why do you speak in such little sentences? Are you hiding something, or are you offended? Don't you know that we can never, never, thank you enough?" "You don't include me in your `we,' I hope," said Trent with a sharp change of voice. "Certainly personal relations need not be discussed between us," replied Jack haughtily. "May I ask how the history of the money continues after reaching this point?"