Part 53 (2/2)
”Ah, but we suggested it! I am afraid I have done you mischief, Jude, instead of helping you by coming!”
To have suggested such a story was certainly not very exhilarating, in a serious view of their position. However, in a few minutes Sue seemed to see that their position this morning had a ludicrous side, and wiping her eyes she laughed.
”It is droll, after all,” she said, ”that we two, of all people, with our queer history, should happen to be here painting the Ten Commandments! You a reprobate, and I-in my condition... O dear!” ... And with her hand over her eyes she laughed again silently and intermittently, till she was quite weak.
”That's better,” said Jude gaily. ”Now we are right again, aren't we, little girl!”
”Oh but it is serious, all the same!” she sighed as she took up the brush and righted herself. ”But do you see they don't think we are married? They won't believe it! It is extraordinary!”
”I don't care whether they think so or not,” said Jude. ”I shan't take any more trouble to make them.”
They sat down to lunch-which they had brought with them not to hinder time-and having eaten it were about to set to work anew when a man entered the church, and Jude recognized in him the contractor Willis. He beckoned to Jude, and spoke to him apart.
”Here-I've just had a complaint about this,” he said, with rather breathless awkwardness. ”I don't wish to go into the matter-as of course I didn't know what was going on-but I am afraid I must ask you and her to leave off, and let somebody else finish this! It is best, to avoid all unpleasantness. I'll pay you for the week, all the same.”
Jude was too independent to make any fuss; and the contractor paid him, and left. Jude picked up his tools, and Sue cleansed her brush. Then their eyes met.
”How could we be so simple as to suppose we might do this!” said she, dropping to her tragic note. ”Of course we ought not-I ought not-to have come!”
”I had no idea that anybody was going to intrude into such a lonely place and see us!” Jude returned. ”Well, it can't be helped, dear; and of course I wouldn't wish to injure Willis's trade-connection by staying.” They sat down pa.s.sively for a few minutes, proceeded out of the church, and overtaking the boy pursued their thoughtful way to Aldbrickham.
Fawley had still a pretty zeal in the cause of education, and, as was natural with his experiences, he was active in furthering ”equality of opportunity” by any humble means open to him. He had joined an Artizans' Mutual Improvement Society established in the town about the time of his arrival there; its members being young men of all creeds and denominations, including Churchmen, Congregationalists, Baptists, Unitarians, Positivists, and others-agnostics had scarcely been heard of at this time-their one common wish to enlarge their minds forming a sufficiently close bond of union. The subscription was small, and the room homely; and Jude's activity, uncustomary acquirements, and above all, singular intuition on what to read and how to set about it-begotten of his years of struggle against malignant stars-had led to his being placed on the committee.
A few evenings after his dismissal from the church repairs, and before he had obtained any more work to do, he went to attend a meeting of the aforesaid committee. It was late when he arrived: all the others had come, and as he entered they looked dubiously at him, and hardly uttered a word of greeting. He guessed that something bearing on himself had been either discussed or mooted. Some ordinary business was transacted, and it was disclosed that the number of subscriptions had shown a sudden falling off for that quarter. One member-a really well-meaning and upright man-began speaking in enigmas about certain possible causes: that it behoved them to look well into their const.i.tution; for if the committee were not respected, and had not at least, in their differences, a common standard of conduct, they would bring the inst.i.tution to the ground. Nothing further was said in Jude's presence, but he knew what this meant; and turning to the table wrote a note resigning his office there and then.
Thus the supersensitive couple were more and more impelled to go away. And then bills were sent in, and the question arose, what could Jude do with his great-aunt's heavy old furniture, if he left the town to travel he knew not whither? This, and the necessity of ready money, compelled him to decide on an auction, much as he would have preferred to keep the venerable goods.
The day of the sale came on; and Sue for the last time cooked her own, the child's, and Jude's breakfast in the little house he had furnished. It chanced to be a wet day; moreover Sue was unwell, and not wis.h.i.+ng to desert her poor Jude in such gloomy circ.u.mstances, for he was compelled to stay awhile, she acted on the suggestion of the auctioneer's man, and ensconced herself in an upper room, which could be emptied of its effects, and so kept closed to the bidders. Here Jude discovered her; and with the child, and their few trunks, baskets, and bundles, and two chairs and a table that were not in the sale, the two sat in meditative talk.
Footsteps began stamping up and down the bare stairs, the comers inspecting the goods, some of which were of so quaint and ancient a make as to acquire an advent.i.tious value as art. Their door was tried once or twice, and to guard themselves against intrusion Jude wrote ”Private” on a sc.r.a.p of paper, and stuck it upon the panel.
They soon found that, instead of the furniture, their own personal histories and past conduct began to be discussed to an unexpected and intolerable extent by the intending bidders. It was not till now that they really discovered what a fools' paradise of supposed unrecognition they had been living in of late. Sue silently took her companion's hand, and with eyes on each other they heard these pa.s.sing remarks-the quaint and mysterious personality of Father Time being a subject which formed a large ingredient in the hints and innuendoes. At length the auction began in the room below, whence they could hear each familiar article knocked down, the highly prized ones cheaply, the unconsidered at an unexpected price.
”People don't understand us,” he sighed heavily. ”I am glad we have decided to go.”
”The question is, where to?”
”It ought to be to London. There one can live as one chooses.”
”No-not London, dear! I know it well. We should be unhappy there.”
”Why?”
”Can't you think?”
”Because Arabella is there?”
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