CHAPTER LXIX.  “If thou hast heard a word, let it die with thee.”—Ecclesiasticus. Mr. Bulstrode was still seated in his manager’s room at the Bank, about three o’clock of the same day on which he had received Lydgate there, when the clerk entered to say that his horse was waiting, and also that Mr. Garth was outside and begged to speak with him. “By all means,” said Bulstrode; and Caleb entered. “Pray sit down, Mr. Garth,” continued the banker, in his suavest tone. “I am glad that you arrived just in time to find me here. I know you count