"What's this business o' mine for, if it isna' for you?" asked his
father. "Architecting! There's neither sense nor reason in it!
Neither sense nor reason!"
He rose and walked out. Edwin was now sobbing. In a moment his father
returned, and stood in the doorway.
"Ye've been doing well, I'll say that, and I've shown it! I was
beginning to have hopes of ye!" It was a great deal to say.
He departed.
"Perhaps if I hadn't stopped his damned old machine from going through
the floor, he'd have let me off!" Edwin muttered bitterly. "I've been
too good, that's what's the matter with me!"
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