Look here: just you write, 'Accepted, Mark Robarts,' across that, and then you shall never hear of the transaction again; and you will have obliged me for ever." "As a clergyman it would be wrong of me," said Robarts.
"As a clergyman! Come, Mark! If you don't like to do as much as that for a friend, say so; but don't let us have that sort of humbug.

If there be one class of men whose names would be found more frequent on the backs of bills in the provincial banks than another, clergymen are that class.

Come, old fellow, you won't throw me over when I am so hard pushed." Mark Robarts took the pen and signed the bill.

It was the first time in his life that he had ever done such an act.
Sowerby then shook him cordially by the hand, and he walked off to his own bedroom a wretched man..