Part 20 (1/2)
Sue came out into the town with him, and they walked and talked with tongues centred only on the pa.s.sing moments. Jude said he would like to buy her a little present of some sort, and then she confessed, with something of shame, that she was dreadfully hungry. They were kept on very short allowances in the college, and a dinner, tea, and supper all in one was the present she most desired in the world. Jude thereupon took her to an inn and ordered whatever the house afforded, which was not much. The place, however, gave them a delightful opportunity for a tete-a-tete, n.o.body else being in the room, and they talked freely.
She told him about the school as it was at that date, and the rough living, and the mixed character of her fellow-students, gathered together from all parts of the diocese, and how she had to get up and work by gas-light in the early morning, with all the bitterness of a young person to whom restraint was new. To all this he listened; but it was not what he wanted especially to know-her relations with Phillotson. That was what she did not tell. When they had sat and eaten, Jude impulsively placed his hand upon hers; she looked up and smiled, and took his quite freely into her own little soft one, dividing his fingers and coolly examining them, as if they were the fingers of a glove she was purchasing.
”Your hands are rather rough, Jude, aren't they?” she said.
”Yes. So would yours be if they held a mallet and chisel all day.”
”I don't dislike it, you know. I think it is n.o.ble to see a man's hands subdued to what he works in... Well, I'm rather glad I came to this training-school, after all. See how independent I shall be after the two years' training! I shall pa.s.s pretty high, I expect, and Mr. Phillotson will use his influence to get me a big school.”
She had touched the subject at last. ”I had a suspicion, a fear,” said Jude, ”that he-cared about you rather warmly, and perhaps wanted to marry you.”
”Now don't be such a silly boy!”
”He has said something about it, I expect.”
”If he had, what would it matter? An old man like him!”
”Oh, come, Sue; he's not so very old. And I know what I saw him doing-”
”Not kissing me-that I'm certain!”
”No. But putting his arm round your waist.”
”Ah-I remember. But I didn't know he was going to.”
”You are wriggling out if it, Sue, and it isn't quite kind!”
Her ever-sensitive lip began to quiver, and her eye to blink, at something this reproof was deciding her to say.
”I know you'll be angry if I tell you everything, and that's why I don't want to!”
”Very well, then, dear,” he said soothingly. ”I have no real right to ask you, and I don't wish to know.”
”I shall tell you!” said she, with the perverseness that was part of her. ”This is what I have done: I have promised-I have promised-that I will marry him when I come out of the training-school two years hence, and have got my certificate; his plan being that we shall then take a large double school in a great town-he the boys' and I the girls'-as married school-teachers often do, and make a good income between us.”
”Oh, Sue! ... But of course it is right-you couldn't have done better!”
He glanced at her and their eyes met, the reproach in his own belying his words. Then he drew his hand quite away from hers, and turned his face in estrangement from her to the window. Sue regarded him pa.s.sively without moving.
”I knew you would be angry!” she said with an air of no emotion whatever. ”Very well-I am wrong, I suppose! I ought not to have let you come to see me! We had better not meet again; and we'll only correspond at long intervals, on purely business matters!”
This was just the one thing he would not be able to bear, as she probably knew, and it brought him round at once. ”Oh yes, we will,” he said quickly. ”Your being engaged can make no difference to me whatever. I have a perfect right to see you when I want to; and I shall!”
”Then don't let us talk of it any more. It is quite spoiling our evening together. What does it matter about what one is going to do two years hence!”
She was something of a riddle to him, and he let the subject drift away. ”Shall we go and sit in the cathedral?” he asked, when their meal was finished.
”Cathedral? Yes. Though I think I'd rather sit in the railway station,” she answered, a remnant of vexation still in her voice. ”That's the centre of the town life now. The cathedral has had its day!”