Myles, despite himself, very much despite himself, felt the influence of Sebastian’s manner. He would have been glad could he reasonably have classed him with Frederick Spenceley, but no such classification was for a moment possible. He wished he had not made that difficulty about going through the works. He suddenly remembered his voluntary promise to Adrienne, and felt that he could not tell her he had kept his word. But too proud, or perhaps too shy, to suddenly change his manner, he said, in the same curt tone, ‘He’s going round the works. If you’ll wait a minute I’ll send him to you.’ ‘Thank you,’ said Mr. Mallory. Myles went out of the office, and across the yard to the factory; and Mallory, putting his hand upon Hugo’s shoulder, silently pointed to the workman’s figure, and they watched him until he had gone into the mill. ‘Hugo, you have not a good ear for English names yet, but I have. I have heard that man’s name just lately--yesterday, in fact, in the train as we came from Manchester. He is a fellow I must know something more about. Did you notice him? He has a splendid face.’ ‘Splendid manners too, I think,’ said the boy sarcastically. ‘Yes,’ replied Sebastian meditatively. ‘Heywood! If he had not mentioned his name when he did, I think I should have lost my temper. As it is, I shall try another plan. There he goes! What a row comes from behind that door!’ Then they looked through the window. ‘What a prospect!’ said Sebastian, glancing over the head of his companion, who leaned with both arms on the window-sill. ‘This time last week, do you remember? we were with--ah, what was their name--those girls and their brother?’ ‘On the Luzern steamer, going to Fluelen,’ said Hugo, his eyes fixed upon the dead wall opposite. ‘Just so! Do you remember the sunset, and Mount Pilatus, as we came back? Well, Pilatus is there now--and we are here.’ Hugo made no answer, but Sebastian saw a smile curve his cheek. ‘Why, you might be pleased rather than not,’ said he. ‘I am not displeased,’ replied the lad, with the same little smile. ‘Not displeased that I took a notion about duty into my head, and whirled you away from Switzerland, and snow-peaks, and Alpine colouring, to Thanshope, Hugo?’ ‘Suppose you had obeyed the call of duty without whirling me away--had left me behind somewhere?’ said Hugo, tranquilly. ‘Ah, so! That is at the root of it,’ said Sebastian, laughing. ‘What an odd--ah, here comes the overlooker! Now, Hugo, observe me doing the merchant-prince, and prepare your artist-eye for some shocks during the progress we are going to make.’ Wilson entered in a state of high excitement. ‘Mr. Mallory, sir, this _is_ a hunexpected pleasure! I couldn’t believe it. ‘Ow are you, sir? Well, I ’ope. We’ve looked forward long to this event.’ ‘Very well, thank you. I found myself at home sooner than I had expected--a week earlier. I remember you very well,’ he added. ‘How are you and your family?’