a short, heavy laugh, sometimes he flung him off with a rough speech. But in spite of this, there were changes gradually made in the Works,—trifling changes, of which Haworth was either not conscious, or which he disdained to notice. He lost something of his old masterful thoroughness; he was less regular in his business habits; he was prone to be tyrannical by fits and starts.
"Go to Ffrench," he said, roughly, to one of the "hands," on one occasion: and though before he had reached the door he was called back, the man did not forget the incident.
Miss Ffrench looked on at all of this with a great deal of interest.
"He does not care for the place as he did,"she said to Murdoch. "He does not like to share his power with another man. It is a nightmare to him."
By this time, she had seen Murdoch the oftener of the two. Mr. Ffrench's fancy for him was more enthusiastic than his fancy for the young man from Manchester or the Cumberland mechanic. He also found him useful, and was not chary of utilizing him. In. time, the servants of the house ceased to regard him as an outsider, and were surprised when he was absent for a few days.
"We have a fellow at our place whom you will hear of some of these days," Ffrench said to his friends. "He spends his evenings with me often."
"Ffrench has taken a great fancy to thee, lad," Haworth said, drily. "He says you're goin' to astonish us some o' these days."
"Does he?" Murdoch answered.
"Aye. He's got a notion that you're holding on to summat on the quiet, and that it'll come out when we're not expecting it."
