and gig, Izz jumped up beside him.

'I am going to leave England, Izz,' he said, as they drove on.

'Going to Brazil.'

'And do Mrs Clare like the notion of such a journey?' she asked.

'She is not going at present--say for a year or so. I am going out

to reconnoitre--to see what life there is like.'

They sped along eastward for some considerable distance, Izz making

no observation.

'How are the others?' he inquired. 'How is Retty?'

'She was in a sort of nervous state when I zid her last; and so thin

and hollow-cheeked that 'a do seem in a decline. Nobody will ever

fall in love wi' her any more,' said Izz absently.

'And Marian?'

Izz lowered her voice.

'Marian drinks.'

'Indeed!'

'Yes. The dairyman has got rid of her.'

'And you!'

'I don't drink, and I bain't in a decline. But--I am no great things

at singing afore breakfast now!'

'How is that? Do you remember how neatly you used to turn ''Twas

down in Cupid's Gardens' and 'The Tailor's Breeches' at morning

milking?'

'Ah, yes! When you first came, sir, that was. Not when you had been

there a bit.'

'Why was that falling-off?'

Her black eyes flashed up to his face for one moment by way of

answer.

'Izz!--how weak of you--for such as I!' he said, and fell into

reverie. 'Then--suppose I had asked YOU to marry me?'

'If you had I should have said 'Yes', and you would have married a

woman who loved 'ee!'

'Really!'

'Down to the ground!' she whispered vehemently. 'O my God! did you

never guess it till now!'

By-and-by they reached a branch road to a village.

'I must get down. I live out there,' said Izz abruptly, never having

spoken since her avowal.

Clare slowed the horse. He was incensed against his fate, bitterly

disposed towards social ordinances; for they had cooped him up in a

corner, out of which there was no legitimate pathway. Why not be

revenged on society by shaping his future domesticities loosely,

instead of kissing the pedagogic rod of convention in this ensnaring

manner?

'I am going to Brazil alone, Izz,' said he. 'I have separated from

my wife for personal, not voyaging, reasons. I may never live with

her again. I may not be able to love you; but--will you go with me

instead of her?'

'You truly wish me to go?'

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