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‘You don't know？'the Squire repeated scornfully．‘Well， I know why． I think you've done something wrong， and you've bribed Dunstan to keep it a secret！That's it，isn't it？’
The Squire had made a very clever guess，and Godfrey's heart banged in sudden alarm．He was not ready to confess ev－erything yet．‘Well，sir，’he said，trying to speak carelessly，‘it was just a little business between Dunstan and me． You wouldn't be interested in it，you know．’
‘How old are you now？Twenty－six？’asked the Squire an－grily．‘Old enough to look after your money and mine too！I've been much too generous to you boys， but I'm going to be harder on you all from now on． You've got a weak character，Godfrey， like your poor mother． I think you need a wife who knows what she wants， because you can't decide anything by yourself！When you were thinking of marrying Nancy Lammeter，I agreed， didn't I？Have you asked her or not？She hasn't refused to marry you， has she？’
‘No，I haven't asked her，'said Godfrey，feeling very hot ad uncomfortable，‘but I don't think she'll accept me．’
‘Don't be stupid， Godfrey！'said the Sqiuire with a scornful laugh．‘Any woman would want to marry into our family！Do you want to marry her？’
‘There's no other woman I want to marry，'said Godfrey，avoiding his father's eyes．
‘Well，then，let me speak to her father for you，since you aren't brave enough to do it yourself． She's a pretty girl， and intelligent．’
‘No，sir，please don't say anything at the moment，'said Godfrey quickly．‘I must ask her myself．’
‘Well，ask her then．When you marry her，you'll have to forget about horses and so on．It'll be good for you to do some serious work． You should get married soon．’
‘Please don't try to hurry things，sir，’begged Godfrey．
‘I'll do what I like，'said the Squire firmly．‘And if you don't do what I want，I'll disinherit you and you can leave the house．Now，if you know where Dunstan's hiding－I expect you do－tell him he needn't come home． He'll pay for his own food from now on．’
‘I don't know where he is，sir．Anyway，it's you who should tell him to leave home．’
‘Don't argue with me，Godfrey，'said the Squire，turning back to his breakfast．‘Just go and tell the servants to get my horse ready．’
Godfrey left the room． He was relieved that his father had not discovered the whole truth However， he was a little wor－ried that the Squire would try to arrange his marriage with Nancy．While he was married to Molly，he could not marry Nancy，although it was his dearest wish．But as usual he was waiting and hoping for some unexpected change in his situation， which would save him from any unpleasantness．
5 Silas's neighbours
In the weeks following the robbery，the police tried hard to find the pedlar，because so many people suspected him of being the thief．But there was no sign of him in any of the towns and villages round Raveloe．
Nobody was surprised at Dunstan Cass's absence．Once be…fore he had stayed away for six weeks and then come back．No…body imagined he could have anything to do with the robbery．The villagers continued to discuss Silas and his lost gold，but they had no more explanations to offer．
Silas himself still had his loom and his work，so he went on weaving But the only thing that had made his life worth living had gone，and now he had nothing to look forward to．A life－time of empty evenings lay ahead of him． He did not enjoy thinking of the money he would earn，because it reminded him of the money he had lost．As he sat weaving，he sometimes used to moan quietly to himself．And in the evenings，as he sat alone in front of the fire，he used to put his head in his hands and moan again．
But this disaster had one good result．Little by little，Silas's neighbours realized it was wrong to be suspicious of him． He was just a poor，simple，harmless man，who needed their help．
They showed their new opinion of him in many different ways．Some of the women，who were baking cakes and preparing meat for Christmas，brought him presents of food．Some of the men，who had nothing to give him，stopped him in the village to ask about his health，or visited him to discuss the robbery．They often finished their conversation by saying cheerfully，‘Now you're the same as the rest of us—we're poor too！Cheer up，Master Marner！If you get ill and can't work any more，the Squire'll give you food and your neigh－bours will take care of you．'this did not make Silas feel better，but he realized it was meant kindly．
Old Mr Macey，the church clerk，came to the cottage one day，to explain how his opinion of the weaver had changed．
‘You see，Master Marner，’he said in his high old voice，‘I used to think you worked for the devil—you've always looked strange，you know．But now I'm sure you're not evil，just a lit…tle bit crazy．That's what I tell the neighbours．’
He stopped to give Silas time to reply，but the weaver did not speak．He was sitting with his head in his hands as usual．He knew that the old man was trying to be kind，but he was too miserable to show any interest．
‘Come，Master Marner， what's your answer to that？’asked Mr Macey， a little impatiently．
‘Oh，'said Silas，slowly lifting his head，‘thank you． Thank you for your kindness．’
‘That's all right，'replied the old man，pleased． ‘Now， you shouldn't sit here moaning，you know． Here's my advice to you．Ask Tookey in the village to make you a Sunday suit—I don't expect you've got one—and then you can come to church with your neighbours．It'll make you feel better．You're not an old man yet，although you look like one． How old were you when you came here first？ Twenty…five？’
‘I don't remember，’answered Silas，shaking his head．
That evening，Mr Macey told a number of villagers at the Rainbow，‘Poor Master doesn't know how old he is！And I don't suppose he knows what day of the week it is！He really is a bit crazy．’
Another villager，Dolly Winthrop，was also worried about Silas's absence from church．She was a large，fresh…faced wom－an with a sweet，patient smile，who was always busy from early morning until late at night，and who went to church herself ev－ery Sunday．She believed in helping her neighbours，and if someone in Raveloe was ill or dying，Dolly was often asked to take care of the patient．This good，sensible woman decided that Silas needed her help．So one Sunday afternoon she took her son Aaron，a pretty little boy of seven， to visit the weaver．As they came closer to the cottage，they heard the sound of the loom．
‘Oh dear！Working on a Sunday！That's bad！'said Mrs Winthrop sadly．She had to knock loudy on the door before Silas heard．He said nothing，but opened the door to let them in，and Dolly sat down in an armchair．
‘I was baking yesterday，Master Marner，'she said， ‘and I've brought you some of my cakes．Here they are．’
‘Thank you，'replied Silas，taking the little bag of cakes Dolly was holding out to him．Aaron was hiding behind his mother's chair，in childish fear of the weaver．
‘You didn't hear the church bells thi