"Well, Antony," he said cheerily, as soon as Mrs Hallett had retired, which was always before nine, Linny going away to attend upon her.

"What do you say: shall we go and look at the model?"

"Yes," I said eagerly; "I've been longing to have another turn at it."

"You are not wearied out then?"

"Wearied out?" I cried, laughing; "no, and I never shall be till I see it a success."

He sighed, but there was a smile upon his lip at the same time; and leading the way upstairs, we were soon busy over the model.

I saw at a glance that it had remained untouched, covered with the black cloth, ever since that unfortunate morning, so that I did not need his confirming words as he spoke:

"I thought I would leave it till you came."

That night and many more were taken up in separating and repairing the broken parts of the little piece of mechanism, and then came the difficult task--how to contrive so that it should not again break down.

The days flew by and became weeks, and the weeks months, but still the problem was not solved. Experiment after experiment was tried without effect, and it seemed as if Hallett's clever brain could only bring the work up to a certain point. Then it required the powers of a second brain to carry it on to perfection.

Meanwhile Revitts had gradually recovered, and more than once related to Mary and me how, on that unfortunate night, he had been attracted by a slight scuffle and a woman's cry; that he had run up, and the woman had clung to him, which so enraged the man that he had struck him with the heavy stick that he carried, and that was all.

"Should you know the woman again?" I asked, feeling very guilty as the possessor of Linny's secret.

"No," he said. "She was only a little thing, quite a girl, and she had her veil down; but I should know the man, and if ever I do get hold of him, if I don't give him a wunner my name ain't Revitts."

He was still too ill to resume his duties, but he used to go out for a walk every day, leaning on Mary's arm, Mary herself now taking to the room that had been engaged ostensibly for me.

"It's a-coming off, Antony," said Revitts to me one night, when I had returned from the office in high glee; for I had received a note from Miss Carr, saying that she wished to see me the next day, she having just returned to town with her sister from a long round of visits, following a tour on the Continent.

"Coming off?" I said, looking from him to Mary and back.

"Don't you take any notice or his nonsense," cried Mary, running her arm up to the elbow in one of Revitts' stockings.

"'Tain't nonsense," said Revitts, rubbing his hands softly; "it's a-coming off soon as ever I'm quite well."

"'Tain't," said Mary tartly. "I'm going to take another place as soon as ever you're fit to leave."

"Yes, my dear, so you are," said Revitts, smiling at me in a soft, smooth, sheepish way; "a place as you won't never leave no more."

"It's all stuff, Master Antony, and I'm not," cried Mary.

"Tantrums won't save you from it now, my dear," said Revitts, shaking his head and pointing to the wall. "I says to myself as soon as ever I began to be able to think again, and see that there shawl and bonnet a-hanging so comfortable-like up again my greatcoat and hat--I says to myself, I says, she's hung up her bonnet now and give in, and it can be Mrs William Revitts as soon as ever I like."

"It's all stuff and nonsense, I tell you. Don't listen to him, Master Antony."

"That ain't a real tantrum," said Revitts, rubbing his hands; "she's give in--she's give in."

"I declare I wouldn't have come a-nigh you, Bill, if I'd knowed you'd go on like that before Master Antony," cried Mary, who was perfectly scarlet.

"Master Antony's a gentleman," said Revitts, "and he bears witness that you've give in; and, tantrums or no tantrums," he cried, bringing his hand down upon the table with a bang, "you don't go away no more. Look at that!"

He took a blue official envelope from his pocket and opened it, took out a letter, and smoothed it upon his knee.

"That's dictation, that is, Antony. That's what that is," he cried, holding up his chin, and giving his head an official roll, as if to settle it in a stock that he was not wearing.

"Why, where did you get that letter?" cried Mary.

"Brought me this afternoon while you was out shopping," said Revitts triumphantly. "Look here, Antony, that ain't directed to P.C. Revitts, that ain't;" and he handed me the envelope, which I read aloud:

"'To Sergeant Revitts, VV Division, Caroline Street, Pentonville.'"

"'Sergeant Revitts!'" he said, rising and b.u.t.toning up his coat, but pausing to reach down his stiff, shiny stock and buckle it on.

"'Sergeant Revitts,' if you please; and if," he said, walking up and down the room excitedly, "it ain't Inspector Revitts some day, and after that Sooperintendent and a sword, my name ain't Bill."

"Hurrah!" I cried; "I am glad;" and then I caught his arm, for, poor fellow, he was very weak yet, and needed the chair Mary placed for him to sit down.

"And you so ill and weak still, and talking about such stuff," she cried hastily.

"I'm getting round fast enough," said Revitts; "it was only the 'sergeant' took my breath away a bit; that's all. It's all right, Antony. It's a-coming off, ain't it, Mary, my dear?"

"I am glad, Bill. But they couldn't have made a better man a sergeant if they'd tried," said Mary evasively.

"I said it was a-coming off," said Revitts, "ain't it?"

He leaned forward, and looked at Mary; she, with the stocking on one arm, and the long darning-needle in her hand, held it as if to keep him off. I saw Mary's scarlet face gradually raised till her eyes met his, and then a soft, foolish-looking smile began to dawn upon one corner of her lips, pa.s.s over to the other, and gradually make them open to show her white teeth, before running right up, and half-closing her eyes.

The same kind of smile, but much larger, appeared on Revitts' face; and there they sat, smiling at one another, till I took up my cap and went out--even my exit being unnoticed--for another good servant was veritably lost to society. Mary's "tantrums" were at an end.

CHAPTER THIRTY THREE.

I HAVE ANOTHER LESSON IN LOVE.

I felt rather nervous about asking for leave, but summoning up courage the next day, I knocked at the princ.i.p.al's door, and Mr Ruddle's voice bade me come in.

"Well, Grace," he said, nodding to me pleasantly, "I wanted to see you."

I looked at him wonderingly.

"Only to say how glad I was to hear such a good account of you from Mr Rowle."

"Thank you, sir."

"But Mr Grimstone doesn't give you much praise," he continued, with rather a droll look in his eyes; "so I'm afraid you are a very ordinary sort of boy after all. Well, what do you want?"

"I had a note from Miss Carr, sir, saying she would like to see me to-day. Can I be spared?"

"Oh yes, certainly--certainly," said the old gentleman. "And look here, my man, you've made a good friend in that lady. Try and deserve it-- deserve it."

"I will try, sir," I said.