Part 6 (1/2)

It began to grow dusk. They could not wait longer, really, for the tea, they said. ”Yet what else can we do?” asked Jude. ”It is a three-mile walk for you.”

”I suppose we can have some beer,” said Arabella.

”Beer, oh yes. I had forgotten that. Somehow it seems odd to come to a public-house for beer on a Sunday evening.”

”But we didn't.”

”No, we didn't.” Jude by this time wished he was out of such an uncongenial atmosphere; but he ordered the beer, which was promptly brought.

Arabella tasted it. ”Ugh!” she said.

Jude tasted. ”What's the matter with it?” he asked. ”I don't understand beer very much now, it is true. I like it well enough, but it is bad to read on, and I find coffee better. But this seems all right.”

”Adulterated-I can't touch it!” She mentioned three or four ingredients that she detected in the liquor beyond malt and hops, much to Jude's surprise.

”How much you know!” he said good-humouredly.

Nevertheless she returned to the beer and drank her share, and they went on their way. It was now nearly dark, and as soon as they had withdrawn from the lights of the town they walked closer together, till they touched each other. She wondered why he did not put his arm round her waist, but he did not; he merely said what to himself seemed a quite bold enough thing: ”Take my arm.”

She took it, thoroughly, up to the shoulder. He felt the warmth of her body against his, and putting his stick under his other arm held with his right hand her right as it rested in its place.

”Now we are well together, dear, aren't we?” he observed.

”Yes,” said she; adding to herself: ”Rather mild!”

”How fast I have become!” he was thinking.

Thus they walked till they reached the foot of the upland, where they could see the white highway ascending before them in the gloom. From this point the only way of getting to Arabella's was by going up the incline, and dipping again into her valley on the right. Before they had climbed far they were nearly run into by two men who had been walking on the gra.s.s unseen.

”These lovers-you find 'em out o' doors in all seasons and weathers-lovers and homeless dogs only,” said one of the men as they vanished down the hill.

Arabella t.i.ttered lightly.

”Are we lovers?” asked Jude.

”You know best.”

”But you can tell me?”

For answer she inclined her head upon his shoulder. Jude took the hint, and encircling her waist with his arm, pulled her to him and kissed her.

They walked now no longer arm in arm but, as she had desired, clasped together. After all, what did it matter since it was dark, said Jude to himself. When they were half-way up the long hill they paused as by arrangement, and he kissed her again. They reached the top, and he kissed her once more.

”You can keep your arm there, if you would like to,” she said gently.

He did so, thinking how trusting she was.

Thus they slowly went towards her home. He had left his cottage at half-past three, intending to be sitting down again to the New Testament by half-past five. It was nine o'clock when, with another embrace, he stood to deliver her up at her father's door.