Even Bolt contributed something to Little's happiness.
The man, hard as he was in business, was not without a certain rough geniality; and then he was so brisk and bustling.

His exuberant energy pleased the inventor, and formed an agreeable relief to his reveries and deep fits of study.
The prospect was bright, and the air sunny.

In the midst of all which there rose in the horizon a cloud, like that seen by Elijah's servant, a cloud no bigger than a man's hand.
Bolt burst into the studio one day, like a shell, and, like a shell, exploded.
"Here's a pretty go! We're all at a standstill.

The brickmakers have struck." "Why, what is the matter ?" "Fourpence.

Young Whitbread, our brickmaker's son, is like you--a bit of an inventor; he altered the shape of the bricks, to fit a small hand-machine, and Whitbreads reckoned to save tenpence a thousand.