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.
CHAPTER XXIV. AT AN END.
When they stood in the road, Haworth laid his hand upon his companion's shoulder heavily.
"Come up to the Works, lad," he said, "and let's have a bit of a talk."
His voice and his touch had something in common. Murdoch understood them both. There was no need for clearer speech.
"Why there?" he asked.
"It's quiet there. I've a fancy for it."