to indicate sympathy, and tapped his pencil-case on the table. Monson stared at him for a minute.
"Oh, damn!" said Monson suddenly, and abruptly rushed out of the room.
Woodhouse continued his sympathetic rigour for perhaps half a minute. Then he sighed and resumed the shading of the drawings. Something had evidently upset Monson. Nice chap, and generous, but difficult to get on with. It was the way with every amateur who had anything to do with engineering—wanted everything finished at once. But Monson had usually the patience of the expert. Odd he was so irritable. Nice and round that aluminium rod did look now! Woodhouse threw back his head, and put it, first this side and then that, to appreciate his bit of shading better.
"Mr. Woodhouse," said Hooper, the foreman of the labourers, putting his head in at the door.
"Hullo!" said Woodhouse, without turning round.
"Nothing happened, sir?" said Hooper.
"Happened?" said Woodhouse.
"The governor just been up the rails swearing like a tornader."
"Oh!" said Woodhouse.
"It ain't like him, sir."
"No?"
"And I was thinking perhaps"—
"Don't think," said Woodhouse, still admiring the drawings.
Hooper knew Woodhouse, and he shut the door suddenly with a vicious slam. Woodhouse stared stonily before him for some further minutes, and
