"Waste? No," I said. "The invention is one that would carry all before it; but, poor fellow, he is tied and fettered at every turn. He has nearly got it to perfection, but, after months of constant toil, some wretched part breaks down, and the whole thing has to be done again." "But is it likely to succeed?" "Likely?" I said: "it must succeed; but it never can until it has been made and tried. It should be carefully constructed at some large engineering establishment like ours." "Yes," she said, evidently listening intently. "But how can it be? Poor Hallett earns about two pounds a week, and the demands upon his pocket, through his mother's and sister's illness, have been terrible. He is heavily in debt now to the doctors." "Why do you not help your friend, then, Antony?" she said in tones of reproach. "Because he will not let me," I replied quietly. "He is too proud." Miss Carr was silent. "What amount would it take," she said at last, in a strange tone, "to perfect the machine?" "Amount?" I said eagerly; "an awful deal. It is impossible to say how much. Why, the patent would cost nearly a hundred. Poor fellow! I wish sometimes he would give it up." "Why?" she exclaimed softly. "Because," I said, "it is breaking his heart." "Is--is he so constant in his attentions to it?" "Oh yes, Miss Carr. Whenever he can spare a minute, he is working or dreaming over it; he calls it his love--his mistress, in a half-mocking sort of spirit. Poor fellow, it is a sad life." There was again a deep silence in the room. "Antony," she said again, "why do you not help your friend?" "I do," I said eagerly. "I have worked at it all night with him sometimes, and spent all my pocket-money upon it--though he doesn't know it. He thinks I have turned some of the wheels and spindles myself, but I set some of our best workmen to do it, and cut me the cogs and ratchets." "And paid for them yourself?" "Yes, Miss Carr. I could not have made them well enough." "But why not help him more substantially, Antony? With the money that is required?" "I help him?" I said. She did not answer for a few moments, for a struggle was going on within her breast, but she spoke at last. Her pride and feminine shrinking had given way before the love that she had been striving these many months to crush, but which was sweeping all before it now. "Antony," she said softly, "I can trust to you, I know; and I feel that whatever I help you in will be for the best. You shall help your friend Mr Hallett. My purse shall be open to you, and you shall find the means to enable him to carry his project to success." "Oh, Miss Carr!" I cried; and in my new delight I caught and kissed her hand. She laid one upon my shoulder, but her head was averted still, and then she motioned me to resume my seat. "Does that satisfy you, Antony?" she said.