"I say!" Johnnie called in a low voice.
"What's up?" Edwin stopped for him.
"I've a piece of news for you. About that land you've set your heart on, down at Shawport! ... It can be bought cheap--at least the old man says it's cheap--whatever his opinion may be worth. I was telling him about your scheme for having a new printing works altogether. Astonishing how keen he is! If I'd had a plan of the land, I believe he'd have sat down and made sketches at once."
Johnnie (with his brother Jimmie) was in partnership with old Orgreave as an architect.
"'Set my heart on?'" Edwin mumbled, intimidated as usual by a nearer view of an enterprise which he had himself conceived and which had enchanted him from afar. "'Set my heart on?'"
"Well, had you, or hadn't you?"
"I suppose I had," Edwin admitted. "Look here, I'll drop in and see you to-morrow morning."
"Right!"
Together they detached the music from the bicycle, and, as Edwin unrolled it and rolled it the other side out to flatten it, they returned silently through the dark wind-stirred garden into the drawing-room.
There were now the two Orgreaves, Tertius Ingpen, and Hilda and Edwin in the drawing-room.