'Nay, my lad. I'm owd enough to leave it to young uns.'
Anna forced her courage to the verge of rashness, moved by a swift impulse.
'Will you wait one minute?' she said to Mynors. 'I am going to the service. If I'm late back, father, Agnes will see to the tea. Don't wait for me.' She looked him straight in the face. It was one of the bravest acts of her life. After the episode of breakfast, to suggest a procedure which might entail any risk upon another meal was absolutely heroic. Tellwright glanced away from his daughter, and at Mynors. Anna hurried upstairs.
'Who's thy lawyer, Mr. Mynors?' Tellwright asked.
'Dane,' said Mynors.
'That 'll be convenient. Dane does my bit o' business, too. I'll see him, and make a bargain wi' him for th' partnership deed. He always works by contract for me. I've no patience wi' six-and-eight-pences.'
Mynors assented.
'You must come down some afternoon and look over the works,' he said to Anna as they were walking down Trafalgar Road towards chapel.
'I should like to,' Anna replied. 'I've never been over a works in my life.'
'No? You are going to be a partner in the best works of its size in Bursley,' Mynors said enthusiastically.