Nancy really felt much agitated by
the possibility Godfrey's words suggested, but this very pressure of
emotion that she was in danger of finding too strong for her, roused
all her power of self-command.
'I should be glad to see a good change in anybody, Mr Godfrey,' she
answered, with the slightest discernible difference of tone, 'but it
'ud be better if no change was wanted.'
'You're very hard-hearted, Nancy,' said Godfrey, pettishly. 'You
might encourage me to be a better fellow. I'm very miserable- but
you've no feeling.'
'I think those have the least feeling that act wrong to begin
with,' said Nancy, sending out a flash in spite of herself. Godfrey
was delighted with that little flash, and would have liked to go on
and make her quarrel with him; Nancy was so exasperatingly quiet and
firm. She was not indifferent to him yet, though--
The entrance of Priscilla, bustling forward and saying, 'Dear heart
alive, child, let us look at this gown,' cut off Godfrey's hopes of
a quarrel.
'I suppose I must go now,' he said to Priscilla.
'It's no matter to me whether you go or stay,' said that frank
lady, searching for something in her pocket, with a preoccupied brow.
'Do you want me to go?' said Godfrey, looking at Nancy, who was now
standing up by Priscilla's order.
'As you like,' said Nancy, trying to recover all her former
coldness, and looking down carefully at the hem of her gown.
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