But gradually rough models of these trifles and hastily made drawings collected in the corner of the common work-room which had fallen to Murdoch, and Haworth's attention was drawn toward them. "What wi' moddles o' this an' moddles o' that," Floxham remarked, "we'll ha' to mak' a flittin' afore long. Theer'll be no room fur us, nor th' engines neyther." Haworth turned to the things and looked them over one by one, touching some of them dubiously, some carelessly, some without much comprehension. "Look here," he said to Murdoch, "there's a room nigh mine that's not in use. I don't like to be at close quarters with every chap, but you can bring your traps up there. It'll be a place to stow 'em an' do your bits o' jobs when you're in the humor." The same day the change was made, and before leaving the Works, Haworth came in to look around. Throwing himself into a chair, he glanced about him with a touch of curiosity. "They're all your own notions, these?" he said. Murdoch assented. "They are of not much consequence," he answered. "They are only odds and ends that fell into my hands somehow when they needed attention. I like that kind of work, you know." "Aye," responded Haworth, "I dare say. But most chaps would have had more to say about doin' 'em than you have." Not long after Ffrench's advent a change was made. "If you'll give up your old job, and take to looking sharp after the machinery and keeping the chaps that run it up to their work," said Haworth, "you can do it. It'll be a better shop than the other and give you more time. And it'll be a saving to the place in the end." So the small room containing his nondescript collection became his headquarters, and Murdoch's position was a more responsible one. He found plenty of work, but he had more time, as Haworth had prophesied, and he had also more liberty. "Yo're getten on," said Janey Briarley. "Yo're getten more wage an' less work, an' yo're one o' th' mesters, i' a way. Yo' go wi' th' gentlefolk a good bit, too. Feyther says Ffrench mak's hissen as thick wi' yo' as if yo' wur a gentleman yorsen. Yo' had yore supper up theer last neet. Did she set i' th' room an' talk wi' yo'?" "Yes," he answered. It was not necessary to explain who "she" was. "Well," said Janey, "she would na do that if she did na think more o' yo' nor if yo' were a common chap. She's pretty grand i' her ways. What did yo' talk about?" "It would be hard to tell now," he replied. "We talked of several things." "Aye, but what I wanted to know wur whether she talked to thee loike she'd talk to a gentlemon,--whether she made free wi' thee or not." "I have never seen her talk to a gentleman," he said. "How does she talk to Haworth?" "I have never seen her talk to him either. We have never been there at the same time."