The day before he had been overtaken coming out of Clough End by Mr. Ancrum, the lame minister. He and Grieve liked one another. If there had been intrigues raised against the minister within the 'Christian Brethren' congregation, Reuben Grieve had taken no part in them. After some general conversation, Mr. Ancrum suddenly said, 'Will you let me have a word with you, Mr. Grieve, about your nephew David--if you'll not think me intruding?' 'Say on, sir--say on,' said Reuben hastily, but with an inward shrinking. 'Well, Mr. Grieve, you've got a remarkable boy there--a curious and remarkable boy. What are you going to do with him?' 'Do wi him?--me, sir? Wal, I doan't know as I've iver thowt mich about it,' said Reuben, but with an agitation of manner that struck his interrogator. 'He be varra useful to me on t' farm, Mr. Ancrum. Soom toimes i' t' year theer's a lot doin, yo knaw, sir, even on a bit place like ours, and he ha gitten a good schoolin, he ha.' The apologetic incoherence of the little speech was curious. Mr. Ancrum did not exactly know how to take his man. 'I dare say he's useful. But he's not going to be the ordinary labourer, Mr. Grieve--he's made of quite different stuff, and, if I may say so, it will pay you very well to recognise it in good time. That boy will read books now which hardly any grown man of his class--about here, at any rate--would be able to read. Aye, and talk about them, too, in a way to astonish you!' 'Yes, I know 'at he's oncommon cliver wi his books, is Davy,' Reuben admitted. 'Oh! it's not only that. But he's got an unusual brain and a wonderful memory. And it would be a thousand pities if he were to make nothing of them. You say he's useful, but--excuse me, Mr. Grieve--he seems to me to spend three parts of his time in loafing and desultory reading. He wants more teaching--he wants steady training. Why don't you send him to Manchester,' said the minister boldly, 'and apprentice him? It costs money, no doubt.' And he looked interrogatively at Reuben. Reuben, however, said nothing. They were toiling up the steep road from Clough End to the high farms under the Scout, a road which tried the minister's infirm limb severely; otherwise he would have taken more notice of his companion's awkward flush and evident discomposure. 'But it would pay you in the long run,' he said, when they stopped to take breath; 'it would be a capital investment if the boy lives, I promise you that, Mr. Grieve. And he could carry on his education there, too, a bit--what with evening classes and lectures, and the different libraries he could get the use of. It's wonderful how all the facilities for working-class education have grown in Manchester during the last few years.'