Bayne's face wore an expression so piteous, that Henry divined mischief at once.
"Little, my poor fellow, it is all over.

We are obliged to part with you." "Cheetham has thrown me over ?" "What could he do?
I am to ask you to vacate these rooms, that we may get our half-day out of the grinders." Henry turned pale, but there was no help for it.
He got up in a very leisurely way; and, while he was putting on his coat, he told Bayne, doggedly, he should expect his month's salary.
As he was leaving, Redcar spoke to him in rather a sheepish way.

"Shake hands, old lad," said he; "thou knows one or t'other must win; and there's not a grain of spite against thee.

It's just a trade matter." Henry stood with his arms akimbo, and looked at Redcar.

"I was in hopes," said he, grinding his teeth, "you were going to ask me to take a turn with you in the yard, man to man.