“Nay, I s’ll do where I am.”
Both colliers sat away back. They could not be induced to come on to the hearth. The hearth is sacred to the family.
“Go thy ways i’ th’ armchair,” cried Morel cheerily.
“Nay, thank yer; I’m very nicely here.”
“Yes, come, of course,” insisted Mrs. Morel.
He rose and went awkwardly. He sat in Morel’s armchair awkwardly. It was too great a familiarity. But the fire made him blissfully happy.