Poor child! when shall I be able to give her a carriage?
Perhaps some day--who knows!" He turned the conversation, and began telling me about the cloth mill--his old place of resort; which he had been over once again when they were at Rose Cottage.
"And do you know, while I was looking at the machinery, a notion came into my head that, instead of that great water-wheel--you remember it ?--it might be worked by steam." "What sort of steam ?" "Phineas, your memory is no better, I see.

Have you forgotten my telling you how, last year, some Scotch engineer tried to move boats by steam, on the Forth and Clyde canal?
Why should not the same power be turned to account in a cloth-mill?
I know it could--I have got the plan of the machinery in my head already.

I made a drawing of it last night, and showed it to Ursula; SHE understood it directly." I smiled.
"And I do believe, by common patience and skill, a man might make his fortune with it at those Enderley cloth-mills." "Suppose you try!" I said in half jest, and was surprised to see how seriously John took it.
"I wish I could try--if it were only practicable.

Once or twice I have thought it might be.

The mill belongs to Lord Luxmore.