but I hev heard since, that t' master paid for the apples out of his own
pocket, and I would not wonder if he did. What do you think of the man
now?"

"I think a man like that is very much of a man. I shall make it my
business to know him. But what has my brother to do with either Mister
or Miss Lugur?"

"Mr. Henry hes been doing just what Lord Thirsk did; he has been sending
Lucy Lugur flowers and for anything I know, letters. At any rate I saw
them together in Mr. Henry's phaeton on the Lancashire road at ten
o'clock in the morning. I was going to Shillingworth's factory, and I
stayed there an hour, and as I came back to Hatton, Mr. Henry was just
leaving her at Lugur's house door."

"Where do they live?"

"In Byle's cottage at the top of the Brow."

"That was quite out of your way, Jonathan."

"I know it was. I took that road on purpose. I guessed the little woman
was out with Mr. Henry, because she knew between ten and eleven o'clock
her father was safe in t' schoolroom. Well, I saw Mr. Henry leave her at
her own door, and though I doan't believe one-half that I hear, I can
trust my own eyes even if I hevn't my spectacles on. And I doan't bother
my head about other men's daughters and sweethearts, but Mr. Henry is a
bit different. I loved and served his father. I love and serve his
brother, and t' young man himself is very easy to love."