nothing would induce him to speak more. he looked up, for an instant at a time, when he was requested to do so; but, no persuasion would extract a word from him. he worked, and worked, and worked, in silence, and words fell on him as they would have fallen on an echoless wall, or on the air. the only ray of hope that mr. lorry could discover, was, that he sometimes furtively looked up without being asked. in that, there seemed a faint expression of curiosity or perplexity as though he were trying to reconcile some doubts in his mind.