"Oh, John!" she said, and she lifted his face up. Such a strange, pallid look of gloom was on it, that for a moment it struck her that this look was the forerunner of death; but as the rigidity melted out of the countenance and the natural colour returned, and she saw that he was himself once again, all worldly mortification sank to nothing before the consciousness of the great blessing that he himself, by his simple existence was to her. She thanked God for this, and this alone, with a fervour that swept away all rebellious feelings from her mind.
He did not speak readily; but he went and opened the shutters, and let the ruddy light of dawn flood the room. But the wind was in the east; the weather was piercing cold, as it had been for weeks; there would be no demand for light summer goods this year. That hope for the revival of trade must utterly be given up.
It was a great comfort to have had this conversation with his mother; and to feel sure that, however they might henceforward keep silence on all these anxieties, they yet understood each other's feelings, and were, if not in harmony, at least in discord with each other, in their way of viewing them. Fanny's husband was vexed at Thornton's refusal to take any share in the speculation which he had offered to him, and withdrew from any possibility of being supposed able to assist him with the ready money, which indeed the speculator needed for his own venture.

'Oh, John!' she said, and she lifted his face up. Such a strange look of gloom was on it, that for a moment it struck her that this look was the forerunner of death; but, as the rigidity melted out of his face and his colour returned, she saw that he was himself once again, and she was conscious only of the great blessing of his existence. She thanked God for this, with a fervour that swept away all rebellious feelings.
He went and opened the shutters, and let the light of dawn flood the room. The wind was in the east; the weather was piercing cold, as it had been for weeks; there would be no demand for light summer goods this year.
It was a great comfort to have had this conversation with his mother; and to feel sure that they understood each other's feelings, and were, if not in harmony, at least not in discord with each other. Fanny's husband Mr. Watson was vexed at Thornton's refusal to take any share in the speculation which he had offered him, and which he himself had taken up.
