nature enough and a rough wit, and it was also plain that he knew his own strength and weaknesses.
"Thirty year' your father was at work on that notion of his?" he said once during the evening.
Murdoch made an uneasy gesture of assent.
"And it never came to aught?"
He thrust his hands deep in his pockets, and gave the young fellow a keen look.
"Why don't you take the thing up yourself?" he said.
"There may be something in it, after all, and you're a long-headed chap."
Murdoch started from his chair. He took an excited turn across the room before he knew what he was doing.
"I never will," he said, "so help me God! The thing's done with and shut out of the world."
When he went away, Haworth accompanied him to the door. At the threshold he turned about.
"How do you like the look of things?" he demanded.
"I should be hard to please if I did not like the look of them," was the answer.
"Well, then, come again. You're welcome. I have it all to myself. I'm not favorite enow with the gentry to bring any on 'em here. You're free to come when th' fit takes you."