“When do you think you’ll have the drawings ready?” inquired Rushton. “Can you get them done tonight?”
“I’m afraid not,” replied Owen, feeling inclined to laugh at the absurdity of the question. “It will need a little thinking about.”
“When can you have them ready then? This is Monday. Wednesday morning?”
Owen hesitated.
“We don’t want to keep ’im waiting too long, you know, or ’e may give up the idear altogether.”
“Well, say Friday morning, then,” said Owen, resolving that he would stay up all night if necessary to get it done.
Rushton shook his head.
“Can’t you get it done before that? I’m afraid that if we keeps ’im waiting all that time we may lose the job altogether.”
“I can’t get them done any quicker in my spare time,” returned Owen, flushing. “If you like to let me stay home tomorrow and charge the time the same as if I had gone to work at the house, I could go to my ordinary work on Wednesday and let you have the drawings on Thursday morning.”
“Oh, all right,” said Rushton as he returned to the perusal of his letters.