We've been used to
be happy together every day, and I can't think o' no happiness without
him. And he says he'd nobody i' the world till I was sent to him,
and he'd have nothing when I was gone. And he's took care of me and
loved me from the first, and I'll cleave to him as long as he lives,
and nobody shall ever come between him and me.'
'But you must make sure, Eppie,' said Silas, in a low voice- 'you
must make sure as you won't ever be sorry, because you've made your
choice to stay among poor folks, and with poor clothes and things,
when you might ha' had everything o' the best.'
His sensitiveness on this point had increased as he listened to
Eppie's words of faithful affection.
'I can never be sorry, father,' said Eppie. 'I shouldn't know
what to think on or to wish for with fine things about me, as I
haven't been used to. And it 'ud be poor work for me to put on things,
and ride in a gig, and sit in a place at church, as 'ud make them as
I'm fond of think me unfitting company for 'em. What could I care
for then?'
Nancy looked at Godfrey with a pained questioning glance. But his
eyes were fixed on the floor, where he was moving the end of his
stick, as if he were pondering on something absently. She thought
there was a word which might perhaps come better from her lips than
from his.
'What you say is natural, my dear child- it's natural you should
cling to those who've brought you up,' she said, mildly; 'but
there's a duty you owe to your lawful father.
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