"Yes, Antony, and I had a long chat with the old clergyman there, when he visited my friends. He knew your father and mother." "Oh yes," I said, as a flood of recollections came back. "And he asked me very kindly about you, saying he thought Mr Blakeford had behaved very badly to Mr Grace." "I mean to pay Mr Blakeford every penny my dear father owed him," I said, flushing, and getting up from the couch. "He shall not dare to speak ill of the dead." Miss Carr looked at me curiously, and I thought her manner was more tender to me as she took my hand and once more drew me to her side. "About this Mr Revitts, Antony," she said; "I think the time has come now when you should have different lodgings." "Oh, Miss Carr!" I exclaimed, "he has been so kind to me, such a good friend; and now poor Mary has come up, and they are going to be married, and Mary would be terribly disappointed if I went to lodge anywhere else. He's Sergeant Revitts now: he has been promoted." "If Mr and Mrs Revitts set up a home of their own, that would be different," she said thoughtfully. "But in your new position, Antony, you ought to be better provided for than while you were at the office." "In my new position?" I said, hesitating. "Yes," she said, smiling; and as I gazed in her face I thought what a happy man Mr Lister must be. "You said you would like to be an engineer, when I saw you last." "Oh yes," I said, "and then I could help Mr Hallett with his model." There was a little spot of colour in each of her cheeks as I spoke, and a slight knitting of her brows; but she went on: "I have consulted Mr Ruddle, who has spoken to the proprietors of a large engineering firm, and they have engaged to take you as a pupil." "Oh, Miss Carr!" I cried. "But understand, Antony, that it is not merely sitting in an office and handling pen and drawing instruments: as I understand, the pupils have to learn to use lathe and tool, so as to thoroughly understand their profession. Shall you mind that?" "Mind it?" I said. "Do you think I mind dirtying my hands? Why, my father had a regular workshop, where we used to make and mend. Besides, if I learn all that, I can help Mr Hallett." "Antony," she said, in a weary, half-annoyed way, "don't talk to me of Mr Hallett. My dear boy, you must not be a hero-worshipper." "I don't know what a hero-worshipper is," I said, feeling hurt; "but Mr Hallett has been so good to me that it would be ungrateful if I did not love and respect him." The two little spots of colour came in her cheeks again, and there was a strange twitching of her brows. "Kinder to you than Mr Revitts?" she said softly. "Oh, he's not like William Revitts," I said eagerly. "I can't quite explain it; he's so different. I like Revitts, but I always seem to have to teach him. Mr Hallett teaches me, Miss Carr. I think he will be a great man."