Second Period Third Narrative - Chapter VIII

Late that evening, I was surprised at my lodgings by a visit from Mr.
Bruff.

There was a noticeable change in the lawyer's manner. It had lost its
usual confidence and spirit. He shook hands with me, for the first time
in his life, in silence.

"Are you going back to Hampstead?" I asked, by way of saying something.

"I have just left Hampstead," he answered. "I know, Mr. Franklin, that
you have got at the truth at last. But, I tell you plainly, if I could
have foreseen the price that was to be paid for it, I should have
preferred leaving you in the dark."

"You have seen Rachel?"

"I have come here after taking her back to Portland Place; it was
impossible to let her return in the carriage by herself. I can hardly
hold you responsible--considering that you saw her in my house and by my
permission--for the shock that this unlucky interview has inflicted on
her. All I can do is to provide against a repetition of the mischief.
She is young--she has a resolute spirit--she will get over this, with
time and rest to help her. I want to be assured that you will do nothing
to hinder her recovery. May I depend on your making no second attempt to
see her--except with my sanction and approval?"

"After what she has suffered, and after what I have suffered," I said,
"you may rely on me."

"I have your promise?"

"You have my promise."

Mr. Bruff looked relieved. He put down his hat, and drew his chair
nearer to mine.