He perceived them not.

He saw only that there was a Lot of Work done and his soul was filled with rapture as he reflected that the man who had accomplished all this was paid only fivepence an hour.
At the same time it would never do to let Sawkins know that he was satisfied with the progress made, so he said: 'I don't want you to stand too much over this up 'ere, you know, Sawkins.

Just mop it over anyhow, and get away from it as quick as you can.' 'All right, sir,' replied Sawkins, wiping the sweat from his brow as Misery began crawling downstairs again.
'Where's Harlow go to, then ?' he demanded of Philpot.

''E wasn't 'ere just now, when I came up.' ''E's gorn downstairs, sir, out the back,' replied Joe, jerking his thumb over his shoulder and winking at Hunter.

''E'll be back in 'arf a mo.' And indeed at that moment Harlow was just coming upstairs again.
''Ere, we can't allow this kind of thing in workin' hours, you know.' Hunter bellowed.