“Ah, well, I’ll think it over,” said the doctor; and with that promise the boy had to rest satisfied.
Chapter Ten.
Vane’s Workshop.
But Vane went at once to the kitchen with the intention of making some business-like measurements of the opening about the range, and to see where a boiler could best be placed. A glance within was sufficient. Martha was busy about the very spot; and Vane turned back, making up his mind to defer his visit till midnight, when the place would be solitary, and the fire out.
There was the greenhouse, though; and, fetching a rule, he went in there, and began measuring the walls once more, to arrive at the exact length of piping required, when he became conscious of a shadow cast from the open door; and, looking up, there stood Bruff, with a grin upon his face—a look so provocative that Vane turned upon him fiercely.
“Well, what are you laughing at?” he cried.
“You, Mester.”
“Why?”