Henry Little, at this moment, was in very low spirits.

His forge was in the yard, and a faithful body-guard at his service; but his right arm was in a sling, and so he was brought to a stand-still; and Coventry was with Grace at the house; and he, like her, was tortured with jealousies; and neither knew what the other suffered.
But everything vanished in a flood of joy when the carriage stopped and that enchanting face looked out at him, covered with blushes, that told him he could not be indifferent to her.
"Oh, Mr.Little, are you better ?" "I'm all right.

But, you see, I can't work." "Ah, poor arm.

But why should you work?
Why not accept Mr.Raby's offer?
How proud you are!" "Should you have thought any better of me if I had ?" "No.

I don't want you altered.