Neighbours, who had nothing but verbal
consolation to give, showed a disposition not only to greet Silas, and
discuss his misfortune at some length when they encountered him in the
village, but also to take the trouble of calling at his cottage, and
getting him to repeat all the details on the very spot; and then
they would try to cheer him by saying: 'Well, Master Marner, you're no
worse off nor other poor folks, after all; and if you was to be
crippled, the parish 'ud give you a 'lowance.'
I suppose one reason why we are seldom able to comfort our
neighbours with our words is, that our goodwill gets adulterated, in
spite of ourselves, before it can pass our lips. We can send black
puddings and pettitoes without giving them a flavour of our egoism;
but language is a stream that is almost sure to smack of a mingled
soil. There was a fair proportion of kindness in Raveloe; but it was
often of a beery and bungling sort, and took the shape least allied to
the complimentary and hypocritical.
Mr Macey, for example, coming one evening expressly to let Silas
know that recent events had given him the advantage of standing more
favourably in the opinion of a man whose judgment was not formed
lightly, opened the conversation by saying, as soon as he had seated
himself and adjusted his thumbs:
'Come, Master Marner, why, you've no call to sit a-moaning.
You're a deal better off to ha' lost your money, nor to ha' kep it
by foul means.
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