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 houses, 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 a smarting dilation of the 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 undertone.
'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.
