It's my belief as
God-a-mighty mixes Hisself up in it more nor we think. But there WAS
nothing amiss with him, was there, my sweet?'
Mrs Caffyn inclined her head towards Madge.
'Oh, no! Nothing, nothing.'
'Don't you think, my dear, if there's nothing atwixt you, as it was a
flyin' in the face of Providence to turn him off? You were reglarly
engaged to him, and I have heard you say he was very fond of you. I
suppose there were some high words about something, and a kind of a
quarrel like, and so you parted, but that's nothing. It might all be
made up now, and it ought to be made up. What was it about?'
'There was no quarrel.'
'Well, of course, if you don't like to say anything more to me, I
won't ask you. I don't want to hear any secrets as I shouldn't hear.
I speak only because I can't abear to see you here when I believe as
everything might be put right, and you might have a house of your
own, and a good husband, and be happy for the rest of your days. It
isn't too late for that now. I know what I know, and as how he'd
marry you at once.'
'Oh, my dear Mrs Caffyn, I have no secret from you, who have been so
good to me: I can only say I could not love him--not as I ought.'
'If you can't love a man, that's to say if you can't ABEAR him, it's
wrong to have him, but if there's a child that does make a
difference, for one has to think of the child and of being
respectable.
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