He saw in an instant something was wrong.
“Why, it says only half-past six—that must be wrong!”
“It’s eight o’clock by the hall clock,” said Mrs Packer; “it’s just now struck.”
Charlie looked at me, opened me, held me to his ear, and then exclaimed,—
“Oh! my watch has stopped! My watch has stopped! What shall I do?” and the poor boy, overwhelmed with his misfortune, held me out appealingly, and scarcely restrained the tears which started to his eyes.
Chapter Four.
How I was cured of my ailments, and how my master began life at Randlebury.
All this while Tom Drift had said nothing, but had stood regarding first my master, and then me, with mingled amusement, pity, and astonishment. At last, when poor Charlie fairly thrust me into his hands, that he might see with his own eyes the calamity which had befallen the watch that had been destined to minister such consolation to his time-inquiring mind, he took me gingerly, and stared at me as if I had been a toad or a dead rat.