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Was it an unequal marriage in point of years, this unlucky job of yours? said Mr. Bounderby. 'Not e'en so. I were one-and-twenty myseln; she were twenty nighbut. 'Indeed, sir? said Mrs. Sparsit to her Chief, with great placidity. 'I inferred, from its being so miserable a marriage, that it was probably an unequal one in point of years. Mr.
'I were not up to 't myseln, sir; I do assure yo. 'Now it's clear to me, said Mr. Bounderby, 'that you are one of those chaps who have always got a grievance. And you go about, sowing it and raising crops. That's the business of your life, my friend. Stephen shook his head, mutely protesting that indeed he had other business to do for his life.
'Why, middling, Miss, i' myseln my eyes is no better, but I'm a deal easier i' my mind nor I have been, replied she, rising to welcome me with a contented smile; which I was glad to see, for Nancy had been somewhat afflicted with religious melancholy. I congratulated her upon the change.
'No one, excepting myseln, can ever know what honour, an' what love, an' respect, I bear to Rachael, or wi' what cause. When I passed that promess, I towd her true, she were th' Angel o' my life. 'Twere a solemn promess. 'Tis gone fro' me, for ever. Louisa turned her head to him, and bent it with a deference that was new in her. She looked from him to Rachael, and her features softened.
But I'd liefer you'd hearn the truth concernin myseln, fro my lips than fro onny other man's, though I never cud'n speak afore so monny, wi'out bein moydert and muddled. Slackbridge shook his head as if he would shake it off, in his bitterness. 'I'm th' one single Hand in Bounderby's mill, o' a' the men theer, as don't coom in wi' th' proposed reg'lations. I canna coom in wi' 'em.
She disgraced herseln everyways, bitter and bad. She coom back, she coom back, she coom back. What could I do t' hinder her? I ha' walked the streets nights long, ere ever I'd go home. I ha' gone t' th' brigg, minded to fling myseln ower, and ha' no more on't. I ha' bore that much, that I were owd when I were young. Mrs.
'I'm sooary I ha spok'n on 't, said Stephen, 'I ought t' hadn in my mind as I might touch a sore place. I I blame myseln. While he excused himself, the old lady's cup rattled more and more. 'I had a son, she said, curiously distressed, and not by any of the usual appearances of sorrow; 'and he did well, wonderfully well. But he is not to be spoken of if you please.
It would ha brought'n trouble upon trouble if I had stayed theer. Haply 'tis a kindness to monny that I go; haply 'tis a kindness to myseln; anyways it mun be done. I mun turn my face fro Coketown fur th' time, and seek a fort'n, dear, by beginnin fresh. 'Where will you go, Stephen? 'I donno t'night, said he, lifting off his hat, and smoothing his thin hair with the flat of his hand.
I coom home wi'out a hope, and mad wi' thinking that when I said a word o' complaint I was reckoned a unreasonable Hand. I told thee I had had a fright. It were the Poison-bottle on table. I never hurt a livin' creetur; but happenin' so suddenly upon 't, I thowt, "How can I say what I might ha' done to myseln, or her, or both!"
Before it was raised, and while they were arranging how to go, he said to Rachael, looking upward at the star: 'Often as I coom to myseln, and found it shinin' on me down there in my trouble, I thowt it were the star as guided to Our Saviour's home. I awmust think it be the very star!
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