For the blow he had received from a piece of the machinery had produced serious injury to the head, and day after day I had very bad news to convey to Miss Carr. The poor fellow seemed to have broken down utterly, and kept his bed. He used to try to appear cheerful; but it was evident that he took the matter bitterly to heart, and at times gave up all hope of ever perfecting the machine. It was pitiful to see his remorseful looks when Mr Jabez came to see him of an evening; Mr Peter, who always accompanied his brother, stopping in my room to smoke a long pipe I kept on purpose for him, whether I was at home or no, and from time to time he had consultations with Tom Girtley, who kept putting off a communication that he said he had to make till he had his task done. I used to notice that he and Mr Peter had a great deal to say to each other, but I was too much taken up with my troubles about Hallett and the machine to pay much heed; for sometimes the idea forced itself upon me that my poor friend would never live to realise his hopes. Time glided on, and I used to sit with him in an evening, and tell him how we had progressed during the day; but it made no impression whatever; he used only to lie and dream, never referring once to Miss Carr's behaviour on that wretched day; in fact, I used to fancy sometimes that he was in such a state from his injury that he had not thoroughly realised what did occur. It was indeed a dreary time; for poor Mrs Hallett, when, led by a sense of duty, I used to go and sit with her, always had a reproachful look for me, and, no matter what I said, she always seemed to make the worst of matters. But for Linny and Tom Girtley, the place would have been gloomy indeed, but the latter was always bright and cheerful, and Linny entirely changed. There was no open love-making, but a quiet feeling of respect seemed to have sprung up between them, and I hardly knew what was going on, only when it was brought to my attention by Mr Jabez, or Revitts, or Mary. "I should have thought as you wouldn't have liked that there friend of yourn cutting you out in the way he do, Ant'ny," said Revitts, one day; "I don't want to make mischief, but this here is my--our--house," he added by way of correction, "and I don't think as a young man as is a friend of yourn ought to come down my stairs with his arm round a certain young lady's waist." "Go along, do, with your stuff and nonsense, William," exclaimed Mary sharply. "What do you know about such things?" "Lots," said Bill, grinning with delight, and then becoming preternaturally serious; "I felt it to be my dooty to tell Ant'ny, and I have." "You don't know nothing about it," said Mary, tittering; "he don't know what we know, do he, Master Antony?" "I don't know what you mean, Mary," I replied. "Oh do, of course not, Master Antony; but I shouldn't like a certain young lady down at Rowford to hear you say so."