He had changed sides, and was now inclined to connive, or, at all events to temporize; to abandon the matter till a more convenient time.

Grotait, on the other hand, whose vanity the young man had irritated, was bent on dismounting his forge.
But even he had cooled a little, and was now disinclined to violence.
He suggested that it must be easy to drive a smith out of a church, by going to the parochial authorities; and they could also send Little an anonymous letter, to tell him the Trades had their eyes on him; by this double stroke, they would probably bring him to some reasonable terms.
It certainly was a most unfortunate thing that Little passed that way just then; unfortunate that Youth is so impetuous.
He crossed the street to speak to these two potentates, whom it was his interest to let alone--if he could only have known it.
"Well, gentlemen, have you seen Simmons ?" "No," said Mr.Parkin.
"What, not been to see the poor fellow who owes his death to you ?" "He is not dead yet." "No, thank Heaven! He has got a good work to do first; some hypocrites, assassins, and cowards to expose." Parkin turned pale; Grotait's eye glistened like a snake's: he made Parkin a rapid signal to say nothing, but only listen.
"He has begun by telling me who it was that put gunpowder into my forge, and how it was done.

I have forgiven him.

He was only the tool of much worse villains; base, cowardly, sneaking villains.

Those I shall not forgive.