things that Steve felt as if it would be throwing away a fortune to refuse the offer.
So he left Burley's Mill and went to Chorley's, and held himself quite above his old work-fellows in the change. Burley let him go without a word of remonstrance. He was almost glad when there was another face at his loom; yet he watched Sarah anxiously, to see how the change affected her. She was paler, and she sang less at her work, but this alteration had been a gradual one, so gradual that nobody but Jonathan had noticed it.
He looked in vain, however, for any recognition from her. Every day, when he visited the weaving-room, his glance asked her a question she never answered. He tried to meet her coming from chapel, but if he did so she was always with some of her mates, and he could only pass on with a "Good-night, lasses!" to their greeting.
But though all our plans fail, when the time comes the meeting is sure; and one night, as Jonathan was leaving a friend's house at a very late hour, he saw a figure before him that he knew on sight, under any circumstances. He was astonished that Sarah should be out so late,
