She reproached him by a glance.
'No, you are not Mrs. Phillotson,' murmured Jude. 'You are dear, free Sue Bridehead, only you don't know it! Wifedom has not yet squashed up and digested you in its vast maw as an atom which has no further individuality.'
Sue put on a look of being offended, till she answered, 'Nor has husbandom you, so far as I can see!'
'But it has!' he said, shaking his head sadly.
When they reached the lone cottage under the firs, between the Brown House and Marygreen, in which Jude and Arabella had lived and quarrelled, he turned to look at it. A squalid family lived there now. He could not help saying to Sue: 'That's the house my wife and I occupied the whole of the time we lived together. I brought her home to that house.'
She looked at it. 'That to you was what the school-house at Shaston is to me.'
'Yes; but I was not very happy there as you are in yours.'
She closed her lips in retortive silence, and they walked some way till she glanced at him to see how he was taking it. 'Of course I may have exaggerated your happiness—one never knows,' he continued blandly.
'Don't think that, Jude, for a moment, even though you may have said it to sting me! He's as good to me as a man can be, and gives me perfect liberty—which elderly husbands don't do in general… If you think I am not happy because he's too old for me, you are wrong.'
'I don't think anything against him—to you dear.'
'And you won't say things to distress me, will you?'
'I will not.'
He said no more, but he knew that, from some cause or other, in taking Phillotson as a husband, Sue felt that she had done what she ought not to have done.
They plunged into the concave field on the other side of which rose the village—the field wherein Jude had received a thrashing from the farmer many years earlier. On ascending to the village and approaching the house they found Mrs. Edlin standing at the door, who at sight of them lifted her hands deprecatingly. 'She's downstairs, if you'll believe me!' cried the widow. 'Out o' bed she got, and nothing could turn her. What will come o't I do not know!'
On entering, there indeed by the fireplace sat the old woman, wrapped in blankets, and turning upon them a countenance like that of Sebastiano's Lazarus. They must have looked their amazement, for she said in a hollow voice:
'Ah—sceered ye, have I! I wasn't going to bide up there no longer, to please nobody! 'Tis more than flesh and blood can bear, to be ordered to do this and that by a feller that don't know half as well as you do yourself! … Ah—you'll rue this marrying as well as he!' she added, turning to Sue. 'All our family do—and nearly all everybody else's. You should have done as I did, you simpleton! And Phillotson the schoolmaster, of all men! What made 'ee marry him?'
'What makes most women marry, Aunt?'
'Ah! You mean to say you loved the man!'
'I don't meant to say anything definite.'
'Do ye love un?'
'Don't ask me, Aunt.'
'I can mind the man very well. A very civil, honourable liver; but Lord!—I don't want to wownd your feelings, but—there be certain men here and there that no woman of any niceness can stomach. I should have said he was one. I don't say so
Sue jumped up and went out. Jude followed her, and found her in the outhouse, crying.
'Don't cry, dear!' said Jude in distress. 'She means well, but is very crusty and queer now, you know.'
'Oh no—it isn't that!' said Sue, trying to dry her eyes. 'I don't mind her roughness one bit.'
'What is it, then?'
'It is that what she says is—is true!'
'God—what—you don't like him?' asked Jude.
'I don't mean that!' she said hastily. 'That I ought—perhaps I ought not to have married!'
He wondered if she had really been going to say that at first. They went back, and the subject was smoothed over, and her aunt took rather kindly to Sue, telling her that not many young women newly married would have come so far to see a sick old crone like her. In the afternoon Sue prepared to depart, Jude hiring a neighbour to drive her to Alfredston.
'I'll go with you to the station, if you'd like?' he said.
She would not let him. The man came round with the trap, and Jude helped her into it, perhaps with unnecessary attention, for she looked at him prohibitively.
'I suppose—I may come to see you some day, when I am back again at Melchester?' he half-crossly observed.
She bent down and said softly: 'No, dear—you are not to come yet. I don't think you are in a good mood.'
'Very well,' said Jude. 'Good-bye!'
'Good-bye!' She waved her hand and was gone.
'She's right! I won't go!' he murmured.
He passed the evening and following days in mortifying by every possible means his wish to see her, nearly starving himself in attempts to extinguish by fasting his passionate tendency to love her. He read sermons on discipline, and hunted up passages in Church history that treated of the Ascetics of the second century. Before he had returned from Marygreen to Melchester there arrived a letter from Arabella. The sight of it revived a stronger feeling of self-condemnation for his brief return to her society than for his attachment to Sue.
The letter, he perceived, bore a London postmark instead of the Christminster one. Arabella informed him that a few days after their parting in the morning at Christminster, she had been surprised by an affectionate letter from her Australian husband, formerly manager of the hotel in Sydney. He had come to England on purpose to find her; and had taken a free, fully-licensed public, in Lambeth, where he wished her to join him in conducting the business, which was likely to be a very thriving one, the house being situated in an excellent, densely populated, gin-drinking neighbourhood, and already doing a trade of ?200 a month, which could be easily doubled.
As he had said that he loved her very much still, and implored her to tell him where she was, and as they had only parted in a slight tiff, and as her engagement in Christminster was only temporary, she had just gone to join him as he urged. She could not help feeling that she belonged to him more than to Jude, since she had properly married him, and had lived with him much longer than with her first husband. In thus wishing Jude good-bye she bore him no ill-will, and trusted he would not turn upon her, a weak woman, and inform against her, and bring her to ruin now that she had a chance of improving her circumstances and leading a genteel life.
X
Jude returned to Melchester, which had the questionable recommendation of being only a dozen and a half miles from his Sue's now permanent residence. At first he felt that this nearness was a distinct reason for not going southward at all; but Christminster was too sad a place to bear, while the proximity of Shaston to Melchester might afford him the glory of worsting the Enemy in a close engagement, such as was deliberately sought by the priests and virgins of the early Church, who, disdaining an ignominious flight from temptation, became even chamber- partners with impunity. Jude did not pause to remember that, in the laconic words of the historian, 'insulted Nature sometimes vindicated her rights' in such circumstances.
He now returned with feverish desperation to his study for the priesthood—in the recognition that the single-mindedness of his aims, and his fidelity to the cause, had been more than questionable of late. His passion for Sue troubled his soul; yet his lawful abandonment to the society of Arabella for twelve hours seemed instinctively a worse thing—even though she had not told him of her Sydney husband till afterwards. He had, he verily believed, overcome all tendency to fly to liquor—which, indeed, he had never done from taste, but merely as
