"Old Mr. Clayhanger is a regular character," Janet eagerly went on, to Hilda's great content.

It was strange to think that Edwin Clayhanger, scarcely older than the irresponsible Charlie, was the heir to an important business, was potentially a rich and influential man.

When she reflected that one day the wistful, boyish Edwin Clayhanger would be the master of that house, that in that house his will would be stronger than any other will, the mystery that hides beneath the surface of all things surged up and overwhelmed thought.

Clayhanger (1910) is another strong story of life in the "Five Towns" pottery district of Staffordshire.

Which statement was an untruth, for the sole thought in her mind had been that Edwin Clayhanger was a printer.

And Edwin Clayhanger was precisely the topic which Janet seemed, as it were, expressly to avoid.