He turned round and looked at her steadily, and then he brushed his lean hand across his eyes and went his way.
"How proud that man is!" said her father, who was a little annoyed at the manner in which Higgins had declined his intercession with Mr. Thornton.
"He is," said Margaret; "but what grand makings of a man there are in him, pride and all."
"It's amusing to see how he evidently respects the part in Mr. Thornton's character which is like his own."
"There's granite in all these northern people, papa, is there not?"
"There was none in poor Boucher, I am afraid; none in his wife either."
"I should guess by their tones that they had Irish blood in them. I wonder what success he'll have to-morrow. If he and Mr. Thornton would speak out together as man to man--if Higgins would forget that Mr. Thornton was a master, and speak to him as he does to us--and if Mr. Thornton would be patient enough to listen to him with his human heart, not with his master's ears--"

He turned round and looked at her steadily, and then he brushed his lean hand across his eyes and went his way.
'How proud that man is!' said her father.
'What grand makings of a man there are in him,' replied Margaret, 'pride and all. There's granite in all these northern people, papa, is there not?'
'There was none in poor Boucher, I am afraid; none in his wife either.'
'I wonder what success he'll have tomorrow. If Higgins would forget that Mr. Thornton was a master, and speak to him as he does to us - and if Mr. Thornton would be patient enough to listen to him with his human heart, not with his master's ears-'
