hardinge is hardly gone before another—a far heavier—step sounds in the passage outside the professor's door.
hardinge asked him to attend, and told him where he would find a chaise, into which he got.
One of the Clawbonny letters was in Mr. hardinge's hand, and I found it to contain some excellent and parental advice.
"Now let us look at the plans of the pit," Mr. hardinge said.
"He is clearly an extraordinary young fellow," Mr hardinge said.
Mr. hardinge asked, curious to see how much the young collier knew.
Mr. hardinge's face became very sorrowful; and he paused a moment before answering.
"Stop," Mr. hardinge, who was directing the operations, said.
Mr. hardinge, after a minute or two, held up his hand for silence, and helped Mr. Brook on to a heap of stones.
hardinge, with a profound bow, quits the room, but not the house.