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with my mother’s ring？”
Silas gave an almost imperceptible start； though the question
fell in with the undercurrent of thought in his own mind； and then
said； in a subdued tone； “Why； Eppie； have you been a…thinking on
it？”
“Only this last week； father；” said Eppie； ingenuously； “since
Aaron talked to me about it。”
“And what did he say？” said Silas； still in the same subdued
way； as if he were anxious lest he should fall into the slightest tone
that was not for Eppie’s good。
“He said he should like to be married； because he was a…going
in four…and…twenty； and had got a deal of gardening work； now Mr。
Mott’s given up； and he goes twice a week regular to Mr。 Cass’s；
and once to Mr。 Osgood’s； and they’re going to take him on at the
Rectory。”
“And who is it as he’s wanting to marry？” said Silas； with
rather a sad smile。
“Why； me； to be sure； daddy；” said Eppie； with dimpling
laughter； kissing her father’s cheek； “as if he’d want to marry
anybody else！”
“And you mean to have him； do you？” said Silas。
“Yes； some time；” said Eppie； “I don’t know when。 Everybody’s
married some time； Aaron says。 But I told him that wasn’t true；
for； I said； look at father—he’s never been married。”
“No； child；” said Silas； “your father was a lone man till you was
sent to him。”
“But you’ll never be lone again； father；” said Eppie； tenderly。
“That was what Aaron said—’I could never think o’ taking you
away from Master Marner； Eppie。’ And I said； ‘It ’ud be no use if
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you did； Aaron。’ And he wants us all to live together； so as you
needn’t work a bit； father； only what’s for your own pleasure； and
he’d be as good as a son to you—that was what he said。”
“And should you like that； Eppie？” said Silas； looking at her。
“I shouldn’t mind it； father；” said Eppie； quite simply。 “And I
should like things to be so as you needn’t work much。 But if it
wasn’t for that； I’d sooner things didn’t change。 I’m very happy： I
like Aaron to be fond of me； and come and see us often； and
behave pretty to you—he always does behave pretty to you；
doesn’t he； father？”
“Yes； child； nobody could behave better；” said Silas；
emphatically。 “He’s his mother’s lad。”
“But I don’t want any change；” said Eppie。 “I should like to go
on a long； long while； just as we are。 Only Aaron does want a
change； and he made me cry a bit—only a bit—because he said I
didn’t care for him； for if I cared for him I should want us to be
married； as he did。”
“Eh； my blessed child；” said Silas； laying down his pipe as if it
were useless to pretend to smoke any longer； “you’re o’er young to
be married。 We’ll ask Mrs。 Winthrop—we’ll ask Aaron’s mother
what she thinks： if there’s a right thing to do； she’ll come at it。 But
there’s this to be thought on； Eppie： things will change； whether
we like it or no； things won’t go on for a long while just as they are
and no difference。 I shall get older and helplesser； and be a burden
on you； belike if I don’t go away from you altogether。 Not as I
mean you’d think me a burden—I know you wouldn’t—but it ’ud
be hard upon you； and when I look for’ard to that； I like to think as
you’d have somebody else besides me—somebody young and
strong； as’ll outlast your own life； and take care on you to the end。”
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Silas paused； and； resting his wrists on his knees； lifted his hands
up and down meditatively as he looked on the ground。
“Then； would you like me to be married； father？” said Eppie；
with a little trembling in her voice。
“I’ll not be the man to say no； Eppie；” said Silas； emphatically；
“but we’ll ask your godmother。 She’ll wish the right thing by you
and her son too。”
“There they come； then；” said Eppie。 “Let us go and meet ’em。
Oh the pipe！ won’t you have it lit again； father？” said Eppie； lifting
that medicinal appliance from the ground。
“Nay； child；” said Silas； “I’ve done enough for today。 I think；
mayhap； a little of it does me more good than so much at once。”
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Chapter 17
hile Silas and Eppie were seated on the bank
Wdiscoursing in the fleckered shade of the ash…tree； Miss
Priscilla Lammeter was resisting her sister’s arguments
that it would be better to take tea at the Red House； and let her
father have a long nap； than drive home to the Warrens so soon
after dinner。 The family party （of four only） were seated round the
table in the dark wainscoted parlour； with the Sunday dessert
before them； of fresh filberts； apples； and pears； duly ornamented
with leaves by Nancy’s own hand before the bells had rung for
church。
A great change has come over the dark wainscoted parlour
since we saw it in Godfrey’s bachelor days； and under the wifeless
reign of the old Squire。 Now all is polish； on which no yesterday’s
dust is ever allowed to rest； from the yard’s width of oaken boards
round the carpet； to the old Squire’s gun and whips and walking…
sticks； ranged on the stag’s antlers above the mantelpiece。 All
other signs of sporting and outdoor occupation Nancy has
removed to another room； but she has brought into the Red House
the habit of filial reverence； and preserves sacredly in a place of
honour these relics of her husband’s departed father。 The
tankards are on the side…table still； but the bossed silver is
undimmed by handling； and there are no dregs to send forth
unpleasant suggestions： the only prevailing scent is of the
lavender and rose…leaves that fill the vases of Derbyshire spar。 All
is purity and order in this once dreary room； for； fifteen years ago；
it was entered by a new presiding spirit。
“Now； father；” said Nancy； “is there any call for you to go home
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to tea？ Mayn’t you just as well stay with us？—such a beautiful
evening as it’s likely to be。”
The old gentleman had been talking with Godfrey about the
increasing poor…rate and the ruinous times； and had not heard the
dialogue between his daughters。
“My dear； you must ask Priscilla；” he said； in the once firm
voice； now become rather broken。 “She manages me and the farm
too。”
“And reason good as I should manage you； father；” said
Priscilla； “else you’d be giving yourself your death with
rheumatism。 And as for the farm； if anything turns out wrong； as it
can’t but do in these times； there’s nothing kills a man so soon as
having nobody to find fault with but himself。 It’s a deal the best
way o’ being master； to let somebody else do the ordering； and
keep the blaming in your own hands。 It ’ud save many a man a
stroke； I believe。”
“Well； well； my dear；” said her father； with a quiet laugh； “I
didn’t say you don’t manage for everybody’s good。”
“Then manage so as you may stay tea； Priscilla；” said N