15/76 "I don't expect to get six guineas a week for whistling my own tune. How are we to do the job ?" "By putting our heads together. You have, on the side of your temple, a protuberance, which I have noticed in the crania of inventors. So I want you to go round the works, and observe for yourself how Life is thrown gayly away, in a moment, by needless accident, and painfully gnawed away by steel-dust, stone grit, sulphuret of lead, etc.; and then cudgel your brain for remedies." "Sir," said Henry, "I am afraid I shall not earn my money. My heart is not in the job." "Revenge is what you would like to be at, not Philanthropy--eh ?" "Ay, doctor." And his black eye flashed fire. |