CHAP. XI
SILAS MARNER
183
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.
'Then I like to stay,' said Godfrey, with a reckless determination to get as much of this joy as he could to-night, and think nothing of the morrow.
