`Ne'er mind, sir,' said Luke, `I shan't plague mysen.I'n been wi' you twenty year, an' you can't get twenty year wi' whistlin' for 'em, no more nor you can make the trees grow: you mun wait till God A'mighty sends 'em.
I can't abide new victual nor new fazen, I can't - you niver know but what they'll gripe you.'
The walk was finished in silence after this, for Luke had disburthened himself of thoughts to an extent that left his conversational resources quite barren, and Mr Tulliver had relapsed from his recollections into a painful meditation on the choice of hardships before him.Maggie noticed that he was unusually absent that evening at tea; and afterwards he sat leaning forward in his chair, looking at the ground, moving his lips, and shaking his head from time to time.Then he looked hard at Mrs Tulliver, who was knitting opposite him, then at Maggie, who as she bent over her sewing was intensely conscious of some drama going forward in her father's mind.Suddenly he took up the poker and broke the large coal fiercely.
`Dear heart, Mr Tulliver, what can you be thinking of?' said his wife, looking up in alarm.`It's very wasteful, breaking the coal, and we've got hardly any large coal left, and I don't know where the rest is to come from.'
`I don't think you're quite so well to-night, are you, father?' said Maggie; `you seem uneasy.'
`Why, how is it Tom doesn't come?' said Mr Tulliver, impatiently.
`Dear heart! is it time? I must go and get his supper,' said Mrs Tulliver, laying down her knitting, and leaving the room.
`It's nigh upon half past eight,' said Mr Tulliver.`He'll be here soon.
Go, go and get the big Bible, and open it at the beginning where everything's set down.And get the pen and ink.'
Maggie obeyed, wondering: but her father gave no further orders, and only sat listening for Tom's footfall on the gravel, apparently irritated by the wind, which had risen and was roaring so as to drown all other sounds.
There was a strange light in his eyes that rather frightened Maggie: she began to wish that Tom would come, too.
`There he is, then,' said Mr Tulliver, in an excited way, when the knock came at last.Maggie went to open the door, but her mother came out of the kitchen hurriedly, saying, `Stop a bit, Maggie, I'll open it.'
Mrs Tulliver had begun to be a little frightened at her boy, but she was jealous of every office others did for him.
`Your supper's ready by the kitchen fire, my boy,' she said as he took off his hat and coat.`You shall have it by yourself, just as you like, and I won't speak to you.'
`I think my father wants Tom, mother,' said Maggie, `he must come into the parlour first.'
Tom entered with his usual saddened evening face, but his eyes fell immediately on the open Bible and the inkstand, and he glanced with a look of anxious surprise at his father, who was saying, `Come, come, you're late - I want you.'
`Is there anything the matter, father?' said Tom.
`You sit down - all of you,' said Mr Tulliver, peremptorily.`And, Tom, sit down here, I've got something for you to write i' the Bible.'
