“He'll know to-night whether Mr. Galton's going to let him keep his work. I do hope he will. I believe he'd begin to get on.”
“Well,”—Hutchinson was just a little grudging even at this comparatively lenient moment,—“I believe the chap'll get on myself. He's got pluck and he's sharp. I never saw him make a poor mouth yet.”
“Neither did I,” answered Ann.
A door leading into Tembarom's hall bedroom opened on to Hutchinson's. They both heard some one inside the room knock at it. Hutchinson turned and listened, jerking his head toward the sound.
“There's that poor chap again,” he said. “He's wakened and got restless. What's Tembarom going to do with him, I'd like to know? The money won't last forever.”
“Shall I let him in, Father? I dare say he's got restless because Mr. Tembarom's not come in.”
“Aye, we'll let him in. He won't have thee long. He can't do no harm so long as I'm here.”
Little Ann went to the door and opened it. She spoke quietly.
“Do you want to come in here, Mr. Strangeways?”
The man came in. He was clean, but still unshaven, and his clothes looked as though he had been lying down. He looked round the room anxiously.