Hetty stopped close beside him and looked down with a little smile, though there was just a shade more colour than usual in her face.
"You are worn out, and needn't worry about it until you have had supper," she said. "If I had known you would come back like this I would never have let you go."
"Still, you wanted the flour."
"I didn't mean you to wear yourself out to save those lazy miners from baking their own bread."
Ingleby shook his head. "I shall be all right to-morrow, and I'm going to talk," he said, "That wasn't why you sent me. One doesn't start a bakery out of philanthropy."
"Well," said Hetty, "you know I wanted the money."
"For Tom and me!" said Ingleby reproachfully. "I felt horribly mean about it all the way to the settlement."
"Is it very unpleasant then to let me do anything for you?"
"No," said Ingleby. "That is, of course, it's generally very nice. Still, in this case——"
Hetty looked at him curiously. "Oh, I know! Still, you seemed quite angry once because I didn't care to let you lend Tom the money to bring us out."