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"But then, you see, I could not, father," said his son good-humouredly.
"Antony Grace here is a born engineer, and you'll have to make him a
partner one of these days."
I hardly heard their words, for my anxiety about Hallett. I seemed to
have been trampling upon his hopes, and as if I had been wanting in
forethought after having the superintendence of the manufacture for so
long.
"I ought to have suggested these alterations before," I faltered.
"How could you?" said Mr Girtley gruffly. "You only saw the failing
just now. I can see it, of course, when you point it out. We only
climb by our falls, Grace. Locomotives were only got to their present
perfection after no end of failures. Well, Mr Hallett, what do you
say?"
"Antony Grace is quite right," he replied. "That is undoubtedly a
failing spot, and where, if driven at high speed, the machine would
break down. I have had no training as an engineer, and have had to work
blindfold, and in the midst of difficulties."
"Mr Hallett," said the great engineer, "I have had training as an
engineer--a long and arduous training--and I tell you that if you had
had twice as much experience as I, you would not have succeeded with
your contrivance the very first time. I threw myself into this affair
as soon as I saw it, for I felt that it was one of those machines that
make their mark in history; and now that we are going to try it, even if
it does not come up to our expectations, I say, don't be discouraged,
for I tell you it must and will succeed. I'm not a proud man, as a
rule, but I am proud of my reputation, and if money is wanted to bring
your great invention to perfection, the cash shall be forthcoming, even
if we have to borrow."
"Hear, hear!" cried Mr Jabez, and a slight flush appeared in Hallett's
pale face.
"I'm very sorry I spoke, Hallett," I whispered to him, as I took his
hand.
"What, for giving me such great help?" he said, smiling. "You foolish
fellow, Antony, I am not a spoilt child, that I cannot bear to listen to
my mistakes."
Our conversation was broken off here; for just then a couple of
gentlemen arrived, and these were followed by others, till the room was
quite full. For invitations had been sent out to some of the principal
printers and newspaper proprietors to come and see the testing of the
new machine.
Hallett, as the patentee, had to throw off his reserve, and come, as it
were, out of his shell to answer questions, and point out the various
peculiarities and advantages of his machine, all of which I noticed were
received with a good deal of reserve; and there was a shrug of the
shoulders here, a raising of the eyebrows there, while one coarse-minded
fellow said brutally:
"Plaything, gentlemen, plaything. Such a machine cannot possibly
answer. The whole principle is wrong, and it must break own."
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