Henry did not hear.
"Not much use going on working to-day, I suppose?" he repeated.
"No, none," said Henry.
"You'll be carrying the letters on, I suppose?" he said.
"I don't know," Henry answered.
"Well, you see, it's like this. I've got my regular work I'll have to be getting back to it if this isn't going on. I was put on to this until it was finished, but if it isn't going to be finished, then I'd like to know you see——"
"Of course it's going to be finished," said Henry suddenly.
"Well then——" said Herbert Spencer.
"And I'll tell you this," said Henry, suddenly shouting, "it's going to be finished splendidly too. It's going to be better than you can imagine. And you're going to work harder and I'm going to work harder than we've ever done in our lives. It's going to be the best thing that's ever been. . . . It's all we can do," he added, suddenly dropping his voice.
"All right," said Herbert Spencer calmly. "I'll come to-morrow then. What I mean to say is that it isn't any use my staying to-day."