city one finds in these manufacturing towns is something astonishing—astonishing. "
He launched at once into a dissertation upon the causes of precocity in a manufacturing town, and became so absorbed in his theme that it mattered very little that Haworth paid no attention to him. He was leaning back in his chair with his hands in his pockets, not moving his eyes from Murdoch.
Mr. Ffrench was in the middle of his dissertation when, half an hour afterward, Haworth got up without ceremony. Murdoch was going.
"I'll go with you," he said to him.
They went out of the room and down the staircase together without speaking. They did not even look at each other.
When they were fairly out of the room Mr. Ffrench glanced somewhat uneasily at his daughter.
"Really," he said, "he is not always a pleasant fellow to deal with. One is never sure of reaching him." And then, as he received no answer, he returned in some embarrassment to his book.
