"Work! You're a pretty chap to come asking me for work. You don't want impudence, that's very clear."
"I've getten enemies and backbiters, like my betters; but I ne'er heerd o' ony of them calling me o'er-modest," said Higgins. His blood was a little roused by Mr. Thornton's manner, more than by his words.
Mr. Thornton saw a letter addressed to himself on the table. He took it up and read it through. At the end, he looked up and said, "What are you waiting for?"
"An answer to th' question I axed."

'Work! You don't lack impudence, that's very clear.'
'I've getten enemies, like my betters; but I ne'er heerd o' ony of them calling me o'er-modest,' said Higgins. His blood was a little roused by Mr. Thornton's manner.
Mr. Thornton took up a letter from the table and read it through. At the end, he looked up and said, 'What are you waiting for?'
'An answer.'
