He had set out in his own line and he meant to follow it in spite of all the gentlemen manufacturers in England. He had asked help from none of them, and they had given him none. He'd brought up the trade and he'd made money. There wasn't a bigger place in the country than "Haworth's," nor a place that did the work it did. He'd have naught cheap and he'd have no fancy prices. The chaps that worked for him knew their business and knew they'd lose naught by sticking to it. They knew, too, they'd got a master who looked sharp after 'em and stood no cheek nor no slack dodges. "I've got the best lot in the trade under me," he said. "I've got a young chap in the engine-room as knows more about machinery than half the top-sawyers in England. By George! I wish I knew as much. He's a quiet chap and he's young; but if he knew how to look a bit sharper after himself, he'd make his fortune. The trouble is he's too quiet and a bit too much of a gentleman without knowing it. By George! he _is_ a gentleman, if he is naught but Jem Haworth's engineer." "He is proud of the fellow," thought Ffrench. "_Proud_ of him, because he _is_ a gentleman." "He knows what's worth knowing," Haworth went on. "And he keeps it to himself till the time comes to use it. He's a chap that keeps his mouth shut. He comes up to my house and reads my books. I've not been brought up to books myself, but there's none of 'em _he_ can't tackle. He's welcome to use aught I've got. I'm not such a fool as to grudge him what all my brass won't buy me." "I think I've heard of him," said Ffrench. "You mean Murdoch." "Ay," Haworth answered, "I mean Murdoch; and there's not many chaps like him. He's the only one of the sort I ever run up against." "I should like to see him," said Ffrench. "My daughter saw him yesterday in one of the workmen's cottages and," with a faint smile, "he struck her as having rather the air of a radical. It was one of her feminine fancies." There was a moment's halt and then Haworth made his reply as forcibly as ever. "Radical be hanged," he said. "He's got work o' his own to attend to. He's one of the kind as leaves th' radicals alone. He's a straightforward chap that cares more for his books than aught else. I won't say," a trifle grudgingly, "that he's not a bit too straight in some things." There was a halt again here which Ffrench rather wondered at; then Haworth spoke again, bluntly and yet lagging a little. "I--I saw her, Miss Ffrench, myself yesterday. I was walking down the street when her carriage passed." Ffrench looked at him with an inward start. It was his turn to flush now. "I think," he said, "that she mentioned it to me."