‘Shall I read you a chapter, now?’

‘Ay, do!  M’appen I shan’t listen to th’ sense, at first; it will seem far away—­but when yo’ come to words I like—­to th’ comforting texts—­it’ll seem close in my ear, and going through me as it were.’

Margaret began.  Bessy tossed to and fro.  If, by an effort, she attended for one moment, it seemed as though she were convulsed into double restlessness the next.  At last, she burst out ’Don’t go on reading.  It’s no use.  I’m blaspheming all the time in my mind, wi’ thinking angrily on what canna be helped.—­Yo’d hear of th’ riot, m’appen, yesterday at Marlborough Mills?  Thornton’s factory, yo’ know.’

‘Your father was not there, was he?’ said Margaret, colouring deep.

‘Not he.  He’d ha’ given his right hand if it had never come to pass.  It’s that that’s fretting me.  He’s fairly knocked down in his mind by it.  It’s no use telling him, fools will always break out o bounds.  Yo’ never saw a man so down-hearted as he is.’

‘But why?’ asked Margaret.  ‘I don’t understand.’

‘Why yo’ see, he’s a committee-man on this special strike’.  Th’ Union appointed him because, though I say it as shouldn’t say it, he’s reckoned a deep chap, and true to th’ back-bone.  And he and t other committee-men laid their plans.  They were to hou’d together through thick and thin; what the major part thought, t’others were to think, whether they would or no.  And above all there was to be no going again the law of the land.  Folk would go with them if they saw them striving and starving wi’ dumb patience; but if there was once any noise o’ fighting and struggling—­even wi’ knobsticks—­all was up, as they knew by th’ experience of many, and many a time before.  They would try and get speech o’ th’ knobsticks, and coax ’em, and reason wi’ ’em, and m’appen warn ’em off; but whatever came, the Committee charged all members o’ th’ Union to lie down and die, if need were, without striking a blow; and then they reckoned they were sure o’ carrying th’ public with them.  And beside all that, Committee knew they were right in their demand, and they didn’t want to have right all mixed up wi’ wrong, till folk can’t separate it, no more nor I can th’ physic-powder from th’ jelly yo’ gave me to mix it in; jelly is much the biggest, but powder tastes it all through.  Well, I’ve told yo’ at length about this’n, but I’m tired out.  Yo’ just think for yo’rsel, what it mun be for father to have a’ his work undone, and by such a fool as Boucher, who must needs go right again the orders of Committee, and ruin th’ strike, just as bad as if he meant to be a Judas.  Eh! but father giv’d it him last night!  He went so far as to say, he’d go and tell police where they might find th’ ringleader o’ th’ riot; he’d give him up to th’ mill-owners to do what they would wi’ him.  He’d show the world that th’ real leaders o’ the strike were not such as Boucher, but steady thoughtful men; good hands, and good citizens, who were friendly to law and judgment, and would uphold order; who only wanted their right wage, and wouldn’t work, even though they starved, till they got ’em; but who would ne’er injure property or life:  For,’ dropping her voice, ’they do say, that Boucher threw a stone at Thornton’s sister, that welly killed her.’