London mustn't have a hand that can beat us at anything in our line." He found Henry out, and offered him constant employment, as a forger and cutler of carving-tools, at L4 per week.
Henry's black eyes sparkled, but he restrained himself.

"That's to be thought of.

I must speak to my old lady.

She is not at home just now." He did speak to her, and she put her two hands together and said, "Hillsborough! Oh Henry!" and the tears stood in her eyes directly.
"Well, don't fret," said he: "it is only saying no." So when Mr.Cheetham called again for the reply, Henry declined, with thanks.

On this, Mr.Cheetham never moved, but smiled, and offered him L6 per week, and his journey free.
Henry went into another room, and argued the matter.