but quite docile, drawing the picture of a power-loom for Miss Cresswell, who seemed really interested. Harry silently surveyed them from the door, and his face lighted with a new thought.
Taylor, espying him, leapt to his feet and hauled out his watch.
‚ÄúWell‚ÅÝ‚ÄîI‚ÅÝ‚Äî‚Äù he began lamely.
‚ÄúNo, you weren‚Äôt either,‚Äù interrupted Harry, with a laugh that was unmistakably cordial and friendly. ‚ÄúYou had quite forgotten what you were waiting for‚ÅÝ‚Äîisn‚Äôt that so, Sis?‚Äù
Helen regarded her brother through her veiling lashes: what meant this sudden assumption of warmth and amiability?
“No, indeed; he was raging with impatience,” she returned.
‚ÄúWhy, Miss Cresswell, I‚ÅÝ‚ÄîI‚ÅÝ‚Äî‚Äù John Taylor forsook social amenities and pulled himself together. ‚ÄúWell,‚Äù shortly, ‚Äúnow for that