Even Nancy, with all the acute sensibility of her own affections, shared her husband's view, that Marner was not justifiable in his wish to retain Eppie, after her real father had avowed himself.She felt that it was a very hard trial for the poor weaver, but her code allowed no question that a father by blood must have a claim above that of any foster-father.Besides, Nancy, used all her life to plenteous circumstances and the privileges of "respectability", could not enter into the pleasures which early nurture and habit connect with all the little aims and efforts of the poor who are born poor: to her mind, Eppie, in being restored to her birthright, was entering on a too long withheld but unquestionable good.Hence she heard Silas's last words with relief, and thought, as Godfrey did, that their wish was achieved.
"Eppie, my dear," said Godfrey, looking at his daughter, not without some embarrassment, under the sense that she was old enough to judge him, "it'll always be our wish that you should show your love and gratitude to one who's been a father to you so many years, and we shall want to help you to make him comfortable in every way.
But we hope you'll come to love us as well; and though I haven't been what a father should ha' been to you all these years, I wish to do the utmost in my power for you for the rest of my life, and provide for you as my only child.And you'll have the best of mothers in my wife--that'll be a blessing you haven't known since you were old enough to know it.""My dear, you'll be a treasure to me," said Nancy, in her gentle voice."We shall want for nothing when we have our daughter."Eppie did not come forward and curtsy, as she had done before.She held Silas's hand in hers, and grasped it firmly--it was a weaver's hand, with a palm and finger-tips that were sensitive to such pressure--while she spoke with colder decision than before.
"Thank you, ma'am--thank you, sir, for your offers--they're very great, and far above my wish.For I should have no delight i'
life any more if I was forced to go away from my father, and knew he was sitting at home, a-thinking of me and feeling lone.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 Iwas 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 Ihaven'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.There's perhaps something to be given up on more sides than one.When your father opens his home to you, I think it's right you shouldn't turn your back on it.""I can't feel as I've got any father but one," said Eppie, impetuously, while the tears gathered."I've always thought of a little home where he'd sit i' the corner, and I should fend and do everything for him: I can't think o' no other home.I wasn't brought up to be a lady, and I can't turn my mind to it.I like the working-folks, and their victuals, and their ways.And," she ended passionately, while the tears fell, "I'm promised to marry a working-man, as'll live with father, and help me to take care of him."Godfrey looked up at Nancy with a flushed face and smarting dilated eyes.This frustration of a purpose towards which he had set out under the exalted consciousness that he was about to compensate in some degree for the greatest demerit of his life, made him feel the air of the room stifling.
"Let us go," he said, in an under-tone.
"We won't talk of this any longer now," said Nancy, rising.
"We're your well-wishers, my dear--and yours too, Marner.We shall come and see you again.It's getting late now."In this way she covered her husband's abrupt departure, for Godfrey had gone straight to the door, unable to say more.
