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'I'm not always up at his place, the husband contradicted. 'You know perfectly well I never go there before midnight. And HE knows perfectly well that I only go because he has the best whisky in the town. By the way, I wonder whether he knows that Simon Fuge is dead. He's got one of his etchings. I'll go up. 'Who's Simon Fuge? asked Mrs Brindley.
One often-told anecdote well illustrates the characters of the nobleman and his engineer, if we remember that no such works had ever been erected in England at that time. "When Brindley proposed to carry the canal over the Mersey and Irwell Navigation, by an aqueduct 39 feet above the surface of the water, he desired, for the satisfaction of his employer, to have another engineer consulted.
The rapid growth of the trade and manufactures of South Lancashire gave rise, about the year 1821, to the project of a tramroad for the conveyance of goods between Liverpool and Manchester. Since the construction of the Bridgewater Canal by Brindley, some fifty years before, the increase in the business transacted between the two towns had become quite marvellous.
'Here it is, said I, and I passed him the Gazette. 'Ha! he exclaimed explosively. This 'Ha! was entirely different from his 'Ah! Something shot across his eyes, something incredibly rapid too rapid for a wink; yet it could only be called a wink. It was the most subtle transmission of the beyond-speech that I have ever known any man accomplish, and it endeared Mr Brindley to me.
Well, from the beginning I've been afraid I'd find myself in a difficult position." "Naturally," said Mrs. Brindley, as she paused. "But I've always expected it to come in another way not about marriage, but " "I understand," said Mrs. Brindley. "You feared you'd be called on to pay in the way women usually pay debts to men." Mildred nodded. "But this is worse than I expected much worse."
At length he got away, drew up within two feet of an electric tram that slid bumping down the main street, and vanished round the corner. A little ragged boy passed, crying, 'Signal, extra, and Mr Brindley hailed him. 'What IS Mr Colclough? I asked in the drawing-room. 'Manufacturer sanitary ware, said Mr Brindley. 'He's got one of the best businesses in Hanbridge. I wish I'd half his income.
Mr Brindley imperiously raised his stick; the extraordinary box of light stopped as if by a miracle, and we jumped into it, having splashed through mud, and it plunged off again bump, bump, bump into the town of Bursley. As Mr Brindley passed into the interior of the car, he said laconically to two men who were smoking on the platform 'How do, Jim? How do, Jo? And they responded laconically
If I accept him, it will be under doubly false pretenses. If I refuse him I've got to stop taking the money." A long silence; then Mrs. Brindley said: "Women the good ones, too often feel that they've a right to treat men as men treat them. I think almost any woman would feel justified in putting off the crisis."
Brindley must have been about forty years of age when he joined the Duke. He died at fifty-six, having laid the foundation of that admirable system of internal commerce which is better described in Baron Charles Dupin's Force Commerciale de la Grande Bretagne than in any English work.
Everything she looks and says and does interests me more than anything else in the world. And when I'm not with her I'm wishing I were and wondering how she's looking or what she's saying or doing. You don't think she'll refuse me?" This last with real anxiety. "I haven't an idea," replied Mrs. Brindley. "She's peculiar. In some moods she would. In others, she couldn't.
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