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Jude the Obscure by Thomas Hardy

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"It was out at Marygreen," said Jude, wishing he had not come.

"Yes. I was there a short time. And is this an old pupil, too?"

"No--that's my cousin.... I wrote to you for some grammars,
if you recollect, and you sent them?"

"Ah--yes!--I do dimly recall that incident."

"It was very kind of you to do it. And it was you who first
started me on that course. On the morning you left Marygreen,
when your goods were on the waggon, you wished me good-bye, and said
your scheme was to be a university man and enter the Church--
that a degree was the necessary hall-mark of one who wanted to do
anything as a theologian or teacher."

"I remember I thought all that privately; but I wonder I did not keep
my own counsel. The idea was given up years ago."

"I have never forgotten it. It was that which brought me to this
part of the country, and out here to see you to-night."

"Come in," said Phillotson. "And your cousin, too."

They entered the parlour of the school-house, where there was a lamp
with a paper shade, which threw the light down on three or four books.
Phillotson took it off, so that they could see each other better,
and the rays fell on the nervous little face and vivacious dark
eyes and hair of Sue, on the earnest features of her cousin,
and on the schoolmaster's own maturer face and figure, showing him
to be a spare and thoughtful personage of five-and-forty, with a
thin-lipped, somewhat refined mouth, a slightly stooping habit,
and a black frock coat, which from continued frictions shone
a little at the shoulder-blades, the middle of the back,
and the elbows.

The old friendship was imperceptibly renewed, the schoolmaster
speaking of his experiences, and the cousins of theirs.
He told them that he still thought of the Church sometimes,
and that though he could not enter it as he had intended
to do in former years he might enter it as a licentiate.
Meanwhile, he said, he was comfortable in his present position,
though he was in want of a pupil-teacher.

They did not stay to supper, Sue having to be indoors before
it grew late, and the road was retraced to Christminster.
Though they had talked of nothing more than general subjects,
Jude was surprised to find what a revelation of woman
his cousin was to him. She was so vibrant that everything
she did seemed to have its source in feeling. An exciting
thought would make her walk ahead so fast that he could
hardly keep up with her; and her sensitiveness on some
points was such that it might have been misread as vanity.
It was with heart-sickness he perceived that, while her sentiments
towards him were those of the frankest friendliness only,
he loved her more than before becoming acquainted with her;
and the gloom of the walk home lay not in the night overhead,
but in the thought of her departure.

"Why must you leave Christminster?" he said regretfully.
"How can you do otherwise than cling to a city in whose history
such men as Newman, Pusey, Ward, Keble, loom so large!"

"Yes--they do. Though how large do they loom in the history
of the world? ... What a funny reason for caring to stay!
I should never have thought of it!" She laughed.

"Well--I must go," she continued. "Miss Fontover, one of the partners
whom I serve, is offended with me, and I with her; and it is best to go."

"How did that happen?"

"She broke some statuary of mine."

"Oh? Wilfully?"

"Yes. She found it in my room, and though it was my property she threw it
on the floor and stamped on it, because it was not according to her taste,
and ground the arms and the head of one of the figures all to bits with
her heel--a horrid thing!"

"Too Catholic-Apostolic for her, I suppose? No doubt she called
them popish images and talked of the invocation of saints."

"No.... No, she didn't do that. She saw the matter quite differently."

"Ah! Then I am surprised!"

"Yes. It was for quite some other reason that she didn't
like my patron-saints. So I was led to retort upon her;
and the end of it was that I resolved not to stay, but to get
into an occupation in which I shall be more independent."

"Why don't you try teaching again? You once did, I heard."

"I never thought of resuming it; for I was getting on as an art-designer."

"DO let me ask Mr. Phillotson to let you try your hand in his school?
If you like it, and go to a training college, and become a first-class
certificated mistress, you get twice as large an income as any designer or
church artist, and twice as much freedom."

"Well--ask him. Now I must go in. Good-bye, dear Jude!
I am so glad we have met at last. We needn't quarrel because our
parents did, need we?"

Jude did not like to let her see quite how much he agreed with her,
and went his way to the remote street in which he had his lodging.

To keep Sue Bridehead near him was now a desire which operated without
regard of consequences, and the next evening he again set out for Lumsdon,
fearing to trust to the persuasive effects of a note only. The school-master
was unprepared for such a proposal.

"What I rather wanted was a second year's transfer, as it is called,"
he said. "Of course your cousin would do, personally; but she has had
no experience. Oh--she has, has she? Does she really think of adopting
teaching as a profession?"

Jude said she was disposed to do so, he thought, and his ingenious
arguments on her natural fitness for assisting Mr. Phillotson,
of which Jude knew nothing whatever, so influenced the schoolmaster
that he said he would engage her, assuring Jude as a friend that
unless his cousin really meant to follow on in the same course,
and regarded this step as the first stage of an apprenticeship,
of which her training in a normal school would be the second stage,
her time would be wasted quite, the salary being merely nominal.

The day after this visit Phillotson received a letter from Jude,
containing the information that he had again consulted his cousin,
who took more and more warmly to the idea of tuition; and that she
had agreed to come. It did not occur for a moment to the schoolmaster
and recluse that Jude's ardour in promoting the arrangement arose
from any other feelings towards Sue than the instinct of co-operation
common among members of the same family.


THE schoolmaster sat in his homely dwelling attached to the school, both being
modern erections; and he looked across the way at the old house in which his
teacher Sue had a lodging. The arrangement had been concluded very quickly.
A pupil-teacher who was to have been transferred to Mr. Phillotson's school
had failed him, and Sue had been taken as stop-gap. All such provisional
arrangements as these could only last till the next annual visit of H.M.
Inspector, whose approval was necessary to make them permanent. Having taught
for some two years in London, though she had abandoned that vocation of late,
Miss Bridehead was not exactly a novice, and Phillotson thought there would
be no difficulty in retaining her services, which he already wished to do,
though she had only been with him three or four weeks. He had found her quite
as bright as Jude had described her; and what master-tradesman does not wish
to keep an apprentice who saves him half his labour?

It was a little over half-past eight o'clock in the morning and he was
waiting to see her cross the road to the school, when he would follow.
At twenty minutes to nine she did cross, a light hat tossed on her head;
and he watched her as a curiosity. A new emanation, which had nothing
to do with her skill as a teacher, seemed to surround her this morning.
He went to the school also, and Sue remained governing her class at
the other end of the room, all day under his eye. She certainly was an
excellent teacher.

It was part of his duty to give her private lessons in the evening,
and some article in the Code made it necessary that a respectable,
elderly woman should be present at these lessons when the teacher
and the taught were of different sexes. Richard Phillotson thought
of the absurdity of the regulation in this case, when he was old
enough to be the girl's father; but he faithfully acted up to it;
and sat down with her in a room where Mrs. Hawes, the widow
at whose house Sue lodged, occupied herself with sewing.
The regulation was, indeed, not easy to evade, for there was no other
sitting-room in the dwelling.

Sometimes as she figured--it was arithmetic that they were working at--
she would involuntarily glance up with a little inquiring smile at him,
as if she assumed that, being the master, he must perceive all that was
passing in her brain, as right or wrong. Phillotson was not really thinking
of the arithmetic at all, but of her, in a novel way which somehow seemed
strange to him as preceptor. Perhaps she knew that he was thinking of
her thus.

For a few weeks their work had gone on with a monotony which in
itself was a delight to him. Then it happened that the children
were to be taken to Christminster to see an itinerant exhibition,
in the shape of a model of Jerusalem, to which schools were
admitted at a penny a head in the interests of education.
They marched along the road two and two, she beside her
class with her simple cotton sunshade, her little thumb
cocked up against its stem; and Phillotson behind in his
long dangling coat, handling his walking-stick genteelly,
in the musing mood which had come over him since her arrival.
The afternoon was one of sun and dust, and when they entered
the exhibition room few people were present but themselves.
The model of the ancient city stood in the middle of the apartment,
and the proprietor, with a fine religious philanthropy written
on his features, walked round it with a pointer in his hand,
showing the young people the various quarters and places known
to them by name from reading their Bibles, Mount Moriah,
the Valley of Jehoshaphat, the City of Zion, the walls and the gates,
outside one of which there was a large mound like a tumulus,
and on the mound a little white cross. The spot, he said,
was Calvary.

"I think," said Sue to the schoolmaster, as she stood with him
a little in the background, "that this model, elaborate as it is,
is a very imaginary production. How does anybody know that Jerusalem
was like this in the time of Christ? I am sure this man doesn't."

"It is made after the best conjectural maps, based on actual
visits to the city as it now exists."

"I fancy we have had enough of Jerusalem," she said, "considering we are
not descended from the Jews. There was nothing first-rate about the place,
or people, after all--as there was about Athens, Rome, Alexandria, and other
old cities."

"But my dear girl, consider what it is to us!"

She was silent, for she was easily repressed; and then perceived
behind the group of children clustered round the model a young man
in a white flannel jacket, his form being bent so low in his intent
inspection of the Valley of Jehoshaphat that his face was almost
hidden from view by the Mount of Olives. "Look at your cousin Jude,"
continued the schoolmaster. "He doesn't think we have had enough
of Jerusalem!"

"Ah--I didn't see him!" she cried in her quick, light voice.
"Jude--how seriously you are going into it!"

Jude started up from his reverie, and saw her. "Oh--Sue!" he said,
with a glad flush of embarrassment. "These are your school-children,
of course! I saw that schools were admitted in the afternoons,
and thought you might come; but I got so deeply interested that I
didn't remember where I was. How it carries one back, doesn't it!
I could examine it for hours, but I have only a few minutes, unfortunately;
for I am in the middle of a job out here."

"Your cousin is so terribly clever that she criticizes it unmercifully,"
said Phillotson, with good-humoured satire. "She is quite sceptical
as to its correctness."

"No, Mr. Phillotson, I am not--altogether! I hate to be what is
called a clever girl--there are too many of that sort now!"
answered Sue sensitively. "I only meant--I don't know what I meant--
except that it was what you don't understand!"

"I know your meaning," said Jude ardently (although he did not).
"And I think you are quite right."

"That's a good Jude--I know you believe in me!" She impulsively
seized his hand, and leaving a reproachful look on the schoolmaster
turned away to Jude, her voice revealing a tremor which she
herself felt to be absurdly uncalled for by sarcasm so gentle.
She had not the least conception how the hearts of the twain went
out to her at this momentary revelation of feeling, and what a
complication she was building up thereby in the futures of both.

The model wore too much of an educational aspect for the children
not to tire of it soon, and a little later in the afternoon they
were all marched back to Lumsdon, Jude returning to his work.
He watched the juvenile flock in their clean frocks and pinafores,
filing down the street towards the country beside Phillotson and Sue,
and a sad, dissatisfied sense of being out of the scheme of the latters'
lives had possession of him. Phillotson had invited him to walk
out and see them on Friday evening, when there would be no lessons
to give to Sue, and Jude had eagerly promised to avail himself of
the opportunity.

Meanwhile the scholars and teachers moved homewards, and the next day,
on looking on the blackboard in Sue's class, Phillotson was surprised
to find upon it, skilfully drawn in chalk, a perspective view of Jerusalem,
with every building shown in its place.

"I thought you took no interest in the model, and hardly looked at it?"
he said.

"I hardly did," said she, "but I remembered that much of it."

"It is more than I had remembered myself."

Her Majesty's school-inspector was at that time paying "surprise-visits"
in this neighbourhood to test the teaching unawares; and two days later,
in the middle of the morning lessons, the latch of the door was softly lifted,
and in walked my gentleman, the king of terrors--to pupil-teachers.

To Mr. Phillotson the surprise was not great; like the lady in the story
he had been played that trick too many times to be unprepared.
But Sue's class was at the further end of the room, and her back was towards
the entrance; the inspector therefore came and stood behind her and watched
her teaching some half-minute before she became aware of his presence.
She turned, and realized that an oft-dreaded moment had come.
The effect upon her timidity was such that she uttered a cry of fright.
Phillotson, with a strange instinct of solicitude quite beyond his control,
was at her side just in time to prevent her falling from faintness.
She soon recovered herself, and laughed; but when the inspector had gone there
was a reaction, and she was so white that Phillotson took her into his room,
and gave her some brandy to bring her round. She found him holding
her hand.

"You ought to have told me," she gasped petulantly, "that one of
the inspector's surprise-visits was imminent! Oh, what shall I do!
Now he'll write and tell the managers that I am no good, and I shall
be disgraced for ever!"

"He won't do that, my dear little girl. You are the best teacher ever I had!"

He looked so gently at her that she was moved, and regretted that she
had upbraided him. When she was better she went home.

Jude in the meantime had been waiting impatiently for Friday.
On both Wednesday and Thursday he had been so much under
the influence of his desire to see her that he walked
after dark some distance along the road in the direction
of the village, and, on returning to his room to read,
found himself quite unable to concentrate his mind on the page.
On Friday, as soon as he had got himself up as he thought
Sue would like to see him, and made a hasty tea, he set out,
notwithstanding that the evening was wet. The trees overhead
deepened the gloom of the hour, and they dripped sadly upon him,
impressing him with forebodings--illogical forebodings;
for though he knew that he loved her he also knew that he could
not be more to her than he was.

On turning the corner and entering the village the first sight
that greeted his eyes was that of two figures under one umbrella
coming out of the vicarage gate. He was too far back for them
to notice him, but he knew in a moment that they were Sue
and Phillotson. The latter was holding the umbrella over her head,
and they had evidently been paying a visit to the vicar--
probably on some business connected with the school work.
And as they walked along the wet and deserted lane Jude saw
Phillotson place his arm round the girl's waist; whereupon she
gently removed it; but he replaced it; and she let it remain,
looking quickly round her with an air of misgiving. She did
not look absolutely behind her, and therefore did not see Jude,
who sank into the hedge like one struck with a blight.
There he remained hidden till they had reached Sue's cottage
and she had passed in, Phillotson going on to the school
hard by.

"Oh, he's too old for her--too old!" cried Jude in all the terrible sickness
of hopeless, handicapped love.

He could not interfere. Was he not Arabella's? He was unable
to go on further, and retraced his steps towards Christminster.
Every tread of his feet seemed to say to him that he must
on no account stand in the schoolmaster's way with Sue.
Phillotson was perhaps twenty years her senior, but many a happy
marriage had been made in such conditions of age. The ironical
clinch to his sorrow was given by the thought that the intimacy
between his cousin and the schoolmaster had been brought about
entirely by himself.


JUDE'S old and embittered aunt lay unwell at Marygreen, and on the following
Sunday he went to see her--a visit which was the result of a victorious
struggle against his inclination to turn aside to the village of Lumsdon
and obtain a miserable interview with his cousin, in which the word nearest
his heart could not be spoken, and the sight which had tortured him could
not be revealed.

His aunt was now unable to leave her bed, and a great part of Jude's
short day was occupied in making arrangements for her comfort.
The little bakery business had been sold to a neighbour, and with
the proceeds of this and her savings she was comfortably supplied
with necessaries and more, a widow of the same village living
with her and ministering to her wants. It was not till the time had
nearly come for him to leave that he obtained a quiet talk with her,
and his words tended insensibly towards his cousin.

"Was Sue born here?"

"She was--in this room. They were living here at that time.
What made 'ee ask that?"

"Oh--I wanted to know."

"Now you've been seeing her!" said the harsh old woman.
"And what did I tell 'ee?"

"Well--that I was not to see her."

"Have you gossiped with her?"


"Then don't keep it up. She was brought up by her father
to hate her mother's family; and she'll look with no favour
upon a working chap like you--a townish girl as she's become
by now. I never cared much about her. A pert little thing,
that's what she was too often, with her tight-strained nerves.
Many's the time I've smacked her for her impertinence.
Why, one day when she was walking into the pond with her shoes
and stockings off, and her petticoats pulled above her knees,
afore I could cry out for shame, she said: 'Move on, Aunty!
This is no sight for modest eyes!'"

"She was a little child then."

"She was twelve if a day."

"Well--of course. But now she's older she's of a thoughtful,
quivering, tender nature, and as sensitive as--"

"Jude!" cried his aunt, springing up in bed. "Don't you be a fool about her!"

"No, no, of course not."

"Your marrying that woman Arabella was about as bad a thing
as a man could possibly do for himself by trying hard.
But she's gone to the other side of the world, and med never
trouble you again. And there'll be a worse thing if you,
tied and bound as you be, should have a fancy for Sue. If your
cousin is civil to you, take her civility for what it is worth.
But anything more than a relation's good wishes it is stark
madness for 'ee to give her. If she's townish and wanton it
med bring 'ee to ruin."

"Don't say anything against her, Aunt! Don't, please!"

A relief was afforded to him by the entry of the companion
and nurse of his aunt, who must have been listening to
the conversation, for she began a commentary on past years,
introducing Sue Bridehead as a character in her recollections.
She described what an odd little maid Sue had been when
a pupil at the village school across the green opposite,
before her father went to London--how, when the vicar arranged
readings and recitations, she appeared on the platform,
the smallest of them all, "in her little white frock,
and shoes, and pink sash"; how she recited "Excelsior,"
"There was a sound of revelry by night," and "The Raven";
how during the delivery she would knit her little brows and glare
round tragically, and say to the empty air, as if some real
creature stood there--

"Ghastly, grim, and ancient Raven, wandering from the Nightly shore,
Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!"

"She'd bring up the nasty carrion bird that clear," corroborated the sick
woman reluctantly, "as she stood there in her little sash and things,
that you could see un a'most before your very eyes. You too, Jude,
had the same trick as a child of seeming to see things in the air."

The neighbour told also of Sue's accomplishments in other kinds:

"She was not exactly a tomboy, you know; but she could do things
that only boys do, as a rule. I've seen her hit in and steer
down the long slide on yonder pond, with her little curls blowing,
one of a file of twenty moving along against the sky like shapes
painted on glass, and up the back slide without stopping.
All boys except herself; and then they'd cheer her, and then
she'd say, 'Don't be saucy, boys,' and suddenly run indoors.
They'd try to coax her out again. But 'a wouldn't come."

These retrospective visions of Sue only made Jude the more miserable
that he was unable to woo her, and he left the cottage of his aunt
that day with a heavy heart. He would fain have glanced into the school
to see the room in which Sue's little figure had so glorified itself;
but he checked his desire and went on.

It being Sunday evening some villagers who had known him during
his residence here were standing in a group in their best clothes.
Jude was startled by a salute from one of them:

"Ye've got there right enough, then!"

Jude showed that he did not understand.

"Why, to the seat of l'arning--the 'City of Light' you used
to talk to us about as a little boy! Is it all you expected
of it?"

"Yes; more!" cried Jude.

"When I was there once for an hour I didn't see much in it for my part;
auld crumbling buildings, half church, half almshouse, and not much going
on at that."

"You are wrong, John; there is more going on than meets the eye of a man
walking through the streets. It is a unique centre of thought and religion--
the intellectual and spiritual granary of this country. All that silence
and absence of goings-on is the stillness of infinite motion--the sleep of
the spinning-top, to borrow the simile of a well-known writer."

"Oh, well, it med be all that, or it med not. As I say,
I didn't see nothing of it the hour or two I was there;
so I went in and had a pot o' beer, and a penny loaf,
and a ha'porth o' cheese, and waited till it was time
to come along home. You've j'ined a college by this time,
I suppose?"

"Ah, no!" said Jude. "I am almost as far off that as ever."

"How so?"

Jude slapped his pocket.

"Just what we thought! Such places be not for such as you--
only for them with plenty o' money."

"There you are wrong," said Jude, with some bitterness.
"They are for such ones!"

Still, the remark was sufficient to withdraw Jude's attention
from the imaginative world he had lately inhabited, in which an
abstract figure, more or less himself, was steeping his mind
in a sublimation of the arts and sciences, and making his calling
and election sure to a seat in the paradise of the learned.
He was set regarding his prospects in a cold northern light.
He had lately felt that he could not quite satisfy himself
in his Greek--in the Greek of the dramatists particularly.
So fatigued was he sometimes after his day's work that
he could not maintain the critical attention necessary
for thorough application. He felt that he wanted a coach--
a friend at his elbow to tell him in a moment what sometimes
would occupy him a weary month in extracting from unanticipative,
clumsy books.

It was decidedly necessary to consider facts a little more closely
than he had done of late. What was the good, after all, of using up
his spare hours in a vague labour called "private study" without giving
an outlook on practicabilities?

"I ought to have thought of this before," he said, as he journeyed back.
"It would have been better never to have embarked in the scheme at all
than to do it without seeing clearly where I am going, or what I am aiming
at.... This hovering outside the walls of the colleges, as if expecting
some arm to be stretched out from them to lift me inside, won't do!
I must get special information."

The next week accordingly he sought it. What at first seemed an opportunity
occurred one afternoon when he saw an elderly gentleman, who had been
pointed out as the head of a particular college, walking in the public path
of a parklike enclosure near the spot at which Jude chanced to be sitting.
The gentleman came nearer, and Jude looked anxiously at his face.
It seemed benign, considerate, yet rather reserved. On second thoughts
Jude felt that he could not go up and address him; but he was sufficiently
influenced by the incident to think what a wise thing it would be for him
to state his difficulties by letter to some of the best and most judicious of
these old masters, and obtain their advice.

During the next week or two he accordingly placed himself in such positions
about the city as would afford him glimpses of several of the most
distinguished among the provosts, wardens, and other heads of houses;
and from those he ultimately selected five whose physiognomies seemed
to say to him that they were appreciative and far-seeing men.
To these five he addressed letters, briefly stating his difficulties,
and asking their opinion on his stranded situation.

When the letters were posted Jude mentally began to criticize them;
he wished they had not been sent. "It is just one of those intrusive,
vulgar, pushing, applications which are so common in these days," he thought.
"Why couldn't I know better than address utter strangers in such a way?
I may be an impostor, and idle scamp, a man with a bad character,
for all that they know to the contrary.... Perhaps that's what I am!"

Nevertheless, he found himself clinging to the hope of some reply
as to his one last chance of redemption. He waited day after day,
saying that it was perfectly absurd to expect, yet expecting.
While he waited he was suddenly stirred by news about Phillotson.
Phillotson was giving up the school near Christminster, for a larger
one further south, in Mid-Wessex. What this meant; how it would
affect his cousin; whether, as seemed possible, it was a practical
move of the schoolmaster's towards a larger income, in view of a
provision for two instead of one, he would not allow himself to say.
And the tender relations between Phillotson and the young girl
of whom Jude was passionately enamoured effectually made it
repugnant to Jude's tastes to apply to Phillotson for advice on his
own scheme.

Meanwhile the academic dignitaries to whom Jude had written vouchsafed
no answer, and the young man was thus thrown back entirely on himself,
as formerly, with the added gloom of a weakened hope. By indirect
inquiries he soon perceived clearly what he had long uneasily suspected,
that to qualify himself for certain open scholarships and exhibitions
was the only brilliant course. But to do this a good deal of coaching
would be necessary, and much natural ability. It was next to impossible
that a man reading on his own system, however widely and thoroughly,
even over the prolonged period of ten years, should be able to compete
with those who had passed their lives under trained teachers and had worked
to ordained lines.

The other course, that of buying himself in, so to speak, seemed the only one
really open to men like him, the difficulty being simply of a material kind.
With the help of his information he began to reckon the extent of this
material obstacle, and ascertained, to his dismay, that, at the rate at which,
with the best of fortune, he would be able to save money, fifteen years must
elapse before he could be in a position to forward testimonials to the head
of a college and advance to a matriculation examination. The undertaking
was hopeless.

He saw what a curious and cunning glamour the neighbourhood of the place
had exercised over him. To get there and live there, to move among
the churches and halls and become imbued with the GENIUS LOCI,
had seemed to his dreaming youth, as the spot shaped its charms to him
from its halo on the horizon, the obvious and ideal thing to do.
"Let me only get there," he had said with the fatuousness of Crusoe
over his big boat, "and the rest is but a matter of time and energy."
It would have been far better for him in every way if he had never come
within sight and sound of the delusive precincts, had gone to some busy
commercial town with the sole object of making money by his wits,
and thence surveyed his plan in true perspective. Well, all that was
clear to him amounted to this, that the whole scheme had burst up,
like an iridescent soap-bubble, under the touch of a reasoned inquiry.
He looked back at himself along the vista of his past years, and his thought
was akin to Heine's:

Above the youth's inspired and flashing eyes
I see the motley mocking fool's-cap rise!

Fortunately he had not been allowed to bring his disappointment
into his dear Sue's life by involving her in this collapse.
And the painful details of his awakening to a sense of his
limitations should now be spared her as far as possible.
After all, she had only know a little part of the miserable
struggle in which he had been engaged thus unequipped, poor,
and unforeseeing.

He always remembered the appearance of the afternoon on which
he awoke from his dream. Not quite knowing what to do with himself,
he went up to an octagonal chamber in the lantern of a singularly
built theatre that was set amidst this quaint and singular city.
It had windows all round, from which an outlook over the whole
town and its edifices could be gained. Jude's eyes swept all
the views in succession, meditatively, mournfully, yet sturdily.
Those buildings and their associations and privileges were not for him.
From the looming roof of the great library, into which he hardly
ever had time to enter, his gaze travelled on to the varied spires,
halls, gables, streets, chapels, gardens, quadrangles, which composed
the ensemble of this unrivalled panorama. He saw that his destiny lay
not with these, but among the manual toilers in the shabby purlieu
which he himself occupied, unrecognized as part of the city at all
by its visitors and panegyrists, yet without whose denizens the hard
readers could not read nor the high thinkers live.

He looked over the town into the country beyond, to the trees
which screened her whose presence had at first been the support
of his heart, and whose loss was now a maddening torture.
But for this blow he might have borne with his fate. With Sue
as companion he could have renounced his ambitions with a smile.
Without her it was inevitable that the reaction from the long
strain to which he had subjected himself should affect
him disastrously. Phillotson had no doubt passed through a similar
intellectual disappointment to that which now enveloped him.
But the schoolmaster had been since blest with the consolation of
sweet Sue, while for him there was no consoler.

Descending to the streets, he went listlessly along till he arrived at an inn,
and entered it. Here he drank several glasses of beer in rapid succession,
and when he came out it was night. By the light of the flickering
lamps he rambled home to supper, and had not long been sitting at table
when his landlady brought up a letter that had just arrived for him.
She laid it down as if impressed with a sense of its possible importance,
and on looking at it Jude perceived that it bore the embossed stamp
of one of the colleges whose heads he had addressed. "ONE--at last!"
cried Jude.

The communication was brief, and not exactly what he had expected;
though it really was from the master in person. It ran thus:


"SIR,--I have read your letter with interest; and, judging from your
description of yourself as a working-man, I venture to think that you
will have a much better chance of success in life by remaining
in your own sphere and sticking to your trade than by adopting
any other course. That, therefore, is what I advise you to do.
Yours faithfully, "T. TETUPHENAY. "To Mr. J. FAWLEY, Stone-mason."

This terribly sensible advice exasperated Jude. He had known all
that before. He knew it was true. Yet it seemed a hard slap after
ten years of labour, and its effect upon him just now was to make him
rise recklessly from the table, and, instead of reading as usual,
to go downstairs and into the street. He stood at a bar and tossed
off two or three glasses, then unconsciously sauntered along till
he came to a spot called The Fourways in the middle of the city,
gazing abstractedly at the groups of people like one in a trance,
till, coming to himself, he began talking to the policeman fixed there.

That officer yawned, stretched out his elbows, elevated himself
an inch and a half on the balls of his toes, smiled, and looking
humorously at Jude, said, "You've had a wet, young man."

"No; I've only begun," he replied cynically.

Whatever his wetness, his brains were dry enough.
He only heard in part the policeman's further remarks,
having fallen into thought on what struggling people like himself
had stood at that crossway, whom nobody ever thought of now.
It had more history than the oldest college in the city.
It was literally teeming, stratified, with the shades of
human groups, who had met there for tragedy, comedy, farce;
real enactments of the intensest kind. At Fourways men had stood
and talked of Napoleon, the loss of America, the execution
of King Charles, the burning of the Martyrs, the Crusades,
the Norman Conquest, possibly of the arrival of Caesar.
Here the two sexes had met for loving, hating, coupling, parting;
had waited, had suffered, for each other; had triumphed over
each other; cursed each other in jealousy, blessed each other
in forgiveness.

He began to see that the town life was a book of humanity infinitely
more palpitating, varied, and compendious than the gown life.
These struggling men and women before him were the reality
of Christminster, though they knew little of Christ or Minster.
That was one of the humours of things. The floating population
of students and teachers, who did know both in a way, were not
Christminster in a local sense at all.

He looked at his watch, and, in pursuit of this idea, he went on till
he came to a public hall, where a promenade concert was in progress.
Jude entered, and found the room full of shop youths and girls,
soldiers, apprentices, boys of eleven smoking cigarettes,
and light women of the more respectable and amateur class.
He had tapped the real Christminster life. A band was playing,
and the crowd walked about and jostled each other, and every now and then
a man got upon a platform and sang a comic song.

The spirit of Sue seemed to hover round him and prevent his
flirting and drinking with the frolicsome girls who made advances--
wistful to gain a little joy. At ten o'clock he came away,
choosing a circuitous route homeward to pass the gates of
the college whose head had just sent him the note.

The gates were shut, and, by an impulse, he took from his pocket
the lump of chalk which as a workman he usually carried there,
and wrote along the wall:



THE stroke of scorn relieved his mind, and the next morning
he laughed at his self-conceit. But the laugh was not a healthy one.
He re-read the letter from the master, and the wisdom in its lines,
which had at first exasperated him, chilled and depressed him now.
He saw himself as a fool indeed.

Deprived of the objects of both intellect and emotion, he could not proceed
to his work. Whenever he felt reconciled to his fate as a student,
there came to disturb his calm his hopeless relations with Sue.
That the one affined soul he had ever met was lost to him through his
marriage returned upon him with cruel persistency, till, unable to bear
it longer, he again rushed for distraction to the real Christminster life.
He now sought it out in an obscure and low-ceiled tavern up a court
which was well known to certain worthies of the place, and in brighter
times would have interested him simply by its quaintness. Here he sat more
or less all the day, convinced that he was at bottom a vicious character,
of whom it was hopeless to expect anything.

In the evening the frequenters of the house dropped in one by one,
Jude still retaining his seat in the corner, though his money was all spent,
and he had not eaten anything the whole day except a biscuit. He surveyed
his gathering companions with all the equanimity and philosophy of a man
who has been drinking long and slowly, and made friends with several:
to wit, Tinker Taylor, a decayed church-ironmonger who appeared to have been
of a religious turn in earlier years, but was somewhat blasphemous now;
also a red-nosed auctioneer; also two Gothic masons like himself,
called Uncle Jim and Uncle Joe. There were present, too, some clerks,
and a gown- and surplice-maker's assistant; two ladies who sported moral
characters of various depths of shade, according to their company,
nicknamed "Bower o' Bliss" and "Freckles"; some horsey men "in the know"
of betting circles; a travelling actor from the theatre, and two
devil-may-care young men who proved to be gownless undergraduates;
they had slipped in by stealth to meet a man about bull-pups, and stayed
to drink and smoke short pipes with the racing gents aforesaid, looking at
their watches every now and then.

The conversation waxed general. Christminster society was criticized,
the dons, magistrates, and other people in authority being sincerely
pitied for their shortcomings, while opinions on how they ought to conduct
themselves and their affairs to be properly respected, were exchanged
in a large-minded and disinterested manner.

Jude Fawley, with the self-conceit, effrontery, and APLOMB
of a strong-brained fellow in liquor, threw in his remarks
somewhat peremptorily; and his aims having been what they
were for so many years, everything the others said turned upon
his tongue, by a sort of mechanical craze, to the subject
of scholarship and study, the extent of his own learning
being dwelt upon with an insistence that would have appeared
pitiable to himself in his sane hours.

"I don't care a damn," he was saying, "for any provost, warden,
principal, fellow, or cursed master of arts in the university!
What I know is that I'd lick 'em on their own ground if they'd
give me a chance, and show 'em a few things they are not up to yet!"

"Hear, hear!" said the undergraduates from the corner, where they
were talking privately about the pups

"You always was fond o' books, I've heard," said Tinker Taylor,
"and I don't doubt what you state. Now with me 'twas different.
I always saw there was more to be learnt outside a book than in;
and I took my steps accordingly, or I shouldn't have been the man
I am."

"You aim at the Church, I believe?" said Uncle Joe.
"If you are such a scholar as to pitch yer hopes so high
as that, why not give us a specimen of your scholarship?
Canst say the Creed in Latin, man? That was how they once put it
to a chap down in my country."

"I should think so!" said Jude haughtily.

"Not he! Like his conceit!" screamed one of the ladies.

"Just you shut up, Bower o' Bliss!" said one of the undergraduates.
"Silence!" He drank off the spirits in his tumbler, rapped with it
on the counter, and announced, "The gentleman in the corner is
going to rehearse the Articles of his Belief, in the Latin tongue,
for the edification of the company."

"I won't!" said Jude.

"Yes--have a try!" said the surplice-maker.

"You can't!" said Uncle Joe.

"Yes, he can!" said Tinker Taylor.

"I'll swear I can!" said Jude. "Well, come now, stand me a small Scotch cold,
and I'll do it straight off."

"That's a fair offer," said the undergraduate, throwing down the money
for the whisky.

The barmaid concocted the mixture with the bearing of a person
compelled to live amongst animals of an inferior species,
and the glass was handed across to Jude, who, having drunk
the contents, stood up and began rhetorically, without hesitation:


"Good! Excellent Latin!" cried one of the undergraduates,
who, however, had not the slightest conception of a single word.

A silence reigned among the rest in the bar, and the maid stood still,
Jude's voice echoing sonorously into the inner parlour, where the
landlord was dozing, and bringing him out to see what was going on.
Jude had declaimed steadily ahead, and was continuing:


"That's the Nicene," sneered the second undergraduate.
"And we wanted the Apostles'!"

"You didn't say so! And every fool knows, except you, that the Nicene
is the most historic creed!"

"Let un go on, let un go on!" said the auctioneer.

But Jude's mind seemed to grow confused soon, and he could not get on.
He put his hand to his forehead, and his face assumed an expression
of pain.

"Give him another glass--then he'll fetch up and get through it,"
said Tinker Taylor.

Somebody threw down threepence, the glass was handed, Jude stretched
out his arm for it without looking, and having swallowed the liquor,
went on in a moment in a revived voice, raising it as he neared the end
with the manner of a priest leading a congregation:



"Well done!" said several, enjoying the last word, as being
the first and only one they had recognized.

Then Jude seemed to shake the fumes from his brain, as he stared
round upon them.

"You pack of fools!" he cried. "Which one of you knows whether I
have said it or no? It might have been the Ratcatcher's Daughter
in double Dutch for all that your besotted heads can tell!
See what I have brought myself to--the crew I have come among!"

The landlord, who had already had his license endorsed for harbouring
queer characters, feared a riot, and came outside the counter; but Jude,
in his sudden flash of reason, had turned in disgust and left the scene,
the door slamming with a dull thud behind him.

He hastened down the lane and round into the straight
broad street, which he followed till it merged in the highway,
and all sound of his late companions had been left behind.
Onward he still went, under the influence of a childlike yearning
for the one being in the world to whom it seemed possible to fly--
an unreasoning desire, whose ill judgement was not apparent
to him now. In the course of an hour, when it was between
ten and eleven o'clock, he entered the village of Lumsdon,
and reaching the cottage, saw that a light was burning in a
downstairs room, which he assumed, rightly as it happened,
to be hers.

Jude stepped close to the wall, and tapped with his finger on the pane,
saying impatiently, "Sue, Sue!"

She must have recognized his voice, for the light disappeared from
the apartment, and in a second or two the door was unlocked and opened,
and Sue appeared with a candle in her hand.

"Is it Jude? Yes, it is! My dear, dear cousin, what's the matter?"

"Oh, I am--I couldn't help coming, Sue!" said he, sinking down upon
the doorstep. "I am so wicked, Sue--my heart is nearly broken, and I could
not bear my life as it was! So I have been drinking, and blaspheming,
or next door to it, and saying holy things in disreputable quarters--
repeating in idle bravado words which ought never to be uttered
but reverently! Oh, do anything with me, Sue--kill me--I don't care!
Only don't hate me and despise me like all the rest of the world!"

"You are ill, poor dear! No, I won't despise you; of course I
won't! Come in and rest, and let me see what I can do for you.
Now lean on me, and don't mind." With one hand holding
the candle and the other supporting him, she led him indoors,
and placed him in the only easy chair the meagrely furnished
house afforded, stretching his feet upon another, and pulling
off his boots. Jude, now getting towards his sober senses,
could only say, "Dear, dear Sue!" in a voice broken by grief
and contrition.

She asked him if he wanted anything to eat, but he shook his head.
Then telling him to go to sleep, and that she would come down early
in the morning and get him some breakfast, she bade him good-night
and ascended the stairs.

Almost immediately he fell into a heavy slumber, and did not wake till dawn.
At first he did not know where he was, but by degrees his situation
cleared to him, and he beheld it in all the ghastliness of a right mind.
She knew the worst of him--the very worst. How could he face her now?
She would soon be coming down to see about breakfast, as she had said,
and there would he be in all his shame confronting her. He could not
bear the thought, and softly drawing on his boots, and taking his hat
from the nail on which she had hung it, he slipped noiselessly out of
the house.

His fixed idea was to get away to some obscure spot and hide,
and perhaps pray; and the only spot which occurred to him
was Marygreen. He called at his lodging in Christminster,
where he found awaiting him a note of dismissal from his employer;
and having packed up he turned his back upon the city that had
been such a thorn in his side, and struck southward into Wessex.
He had no money left in his pocket, his small savings,
deposited at one of the banks in Christminster, having fortunately
been left untouched. To get to Marygreen, therefore, his only
course was walking; and the distance being nearly twenty miles,
he had ample time to complete on the way the sobering process begun
in him.

At some hour of the evening he reached Alfredston. Here he pawned
his waistcoat, and having gone out of the town a mile or two,
slept under a rick that night. At dawn he rose, shook off
the hayseeds and stems from his clothes, and started again,
breasting the long white road up the hill to the downs,
which had been visible to him a long way off, and passing
the milestone at the top, whereon he had carved his hopes
years ago.

He reached the ancient hamlet while the people were at breakfast.
Weary and mud-bespattered, but quite possessed of his ordinary
clearness of brain, he sat down by the well, thinking as he did
so what a poor Christ he made. Seeing a trough of water near
he bathed his face, and went on to the cottage of his great-aunt,
whom he found breakfasting in bed, attended by the woman who lived
with her.

"What--out o' work?" asked his relative, regarding him through
eyes sunken deep, under lids heavy as pot-covers, no other cause
for his tumbled appearance suggesting itself to one whose whole
life had been a struggle with material things.

"Yes," said Jude heavily. "I think I must have a little rest."

Refreshed by some breakfast, he went up to his old room and lay
down in his shirt-sleeves, after the manner of the artizan.
He fell asleep for a short while, and when he awoke it
was as if he had awakened in hell. It WAS hell--"the hell
of conscious failure," both in ambition and in love.
He thought of that previous abyss into which he had fallen
before leaving this part of the country; the deepest deep
he had supposed it then; but it was not so deep as this.
That had been the breaking in of the outer bulwarks of his hope:
this was of his second line.

If he had been a woman he must have screamed under the nervous
tension which he was now undergoing. But that relief being
denied to his virility, he clenched his teeth in misery,
bringing lines about his mouth like those in the Laocoon,
and corrugations between his brows.

A mournful wind blew through the trees, and sounded in the chimney
like the pedal notes of an organ. Each ivy leaf overgrowing
the wall of the churchless church-yard hard by, now abandoned,
pecked its neighbour smartly, and the vane on the new Victorian-Gothic
church in the new spot had already begun to creak. Yet apparently
it was not always the outdoor wind that made the deep murmurs;
it was a voice. He guessed its origin in a moment or two;
the curate was praying with his aunt in the adjoining room.
He remembered her speaking of him. Presently the sounds ceased,
and a step seemed to cross the landing. Jude sat up,
and shouted "Hoi!"

The step made for his door, which was open, and a man looked in.
It was a young clergyman.

"I think you are Mr. Highridge," said Jude. "My aunt has
mentioned you more than once. Well, here I am, just come home;
a fellow gone to the bad; though I had the best intentions
in the world at one time. Now I am melancholy mad, what with
drinking and one thing and another."

Slowly Jude unfolded to the curate his late plans and movements,
by an unconscious bias dwelling less upon the intellectual
and ambitious side of his dream, and more upon the theological,
though this had, up till now, been merely a portion of the general
plan of advancement.

"Now I know I have been a fool, and that folly is with me,"
added Jude in conclusion. "And I don't regret the collapse of my
university hopes one jot. I wouldn't begin again if I were sure
to succeed. I don't care for social success any more at all.
But I do feel I should like to do some good thing; and I bitterly
regret the Church, and the loss of my chance of being her
ordained minister."

The curate, who was a new man to this neighbourhood,
had grown deeply interested, and at last he said: "If you
feel a real call to the ministry, and I won't say from your
conversation that you do not, for it is that of a thoughtful
and educated man, you might enter the Church as a licentiate.
Only you must make up your mind to avoid strong drink."

"I could avoid that easily enough, if I had any kind of hope to support me!"

Part Third


"For there was no other girl, O bridegroom, like her!"--SAPPHO (H.T. Wharton).


IT was a new idea--the ecclesiastical and altruistic life
as distinct from the intellectual and emulative life.
A man could preach and do good to his fellow-creatures
without taking double-firsts in the schools of Christminster,
or having anything but ordinary knowledge. The old fancy
which had led on to the culminating vision of the bishopric
had not been an ethical or theological enthusiasm at all,
but a mundane ambition masquerading in a surplice.
He feared that his whole scheme had degenerated to, even though
it might not have originated in, a social unrest which had no
foundation in the nobler instincts; which was purely an artificial
product of civilization. There were thousands of young
men on the same self-seeking track at the present moment.
The sensual hind who ate, drank, and lived carelessly with his
wife through the days of his vanity was a more likable being
than he.

But to enter the Church in such an unscholarly way that he could not
in any probability rise to a higher grade through all his career than
that of the humble curate wearing his life out in an obscure village
or city slum--that might have a touch of goodness and greatness in it;
that might be true religion, and a purgatorial course worthy of being
followed by a remorseful man.

The favourable light in which this new thought showed itself by contrast
with his foregone intentions cheered Jude, as he sat there, shabby and lonely;
and it may be said to have given, during the next few days, the COUP DE GRACE
to his intellectual career--a career which had extended over the greater
part of a dozen years. He did nothing, however, for some long stagnant
time to advance his new desire, occupying himself with little local jobs
in putting up and lettering headstones about the neighbouring villages,
and submitting to be regarded as a social failure, a returned purchase,
by the half-dozen or so of farmers and other country-people who condescended
to nod to him.

The human interest of the new intention--and a human interest
is indispensable to the most spiritual and self-sacrificing--
was created by a letter from Sue, bearing a fresh postmark.
She evidently wrote with anxiety, and told very little
about her own doings, more than that she had passed some sort
of examination for a Queen's Scholarship, and was going
to enter a training college at Melchester to complete herself
for the vocation she had chosen, partly by his influence.
There was a theological college at Melchester; Melchester was a quiet
and soothing place, almost entirely ecclesiastical in its tone;
a spot where worldly learning and intellectual smartness had
no establishment; where the altruistic feeling that he did
possess would perhaps be more highly estimated than a brilliancy
which he did not.

As it would be necessary that he should continue for a time to work at his
trade while reading up Divinity, which he had neglected at Christminster
for the ordinary classical grind, what better course for him than to get
employment at the further city, and pursue this plan of reading?
That his excessive human interest in the new place was entirely of
Sue's making, while at the same time Sue was to be regarded even less
than formerly as proper to create it, had an ethical contradictoriness
to which he was not blind. But that much he conceded to human frailty,
and hoped to learn to love her only as a friend and kinswoman.

He considered that he might so mark out his coming years as to begin
his ministry at the age of thirty--an age which much attracted him
as being that of his exemplar when he first began to teach in Galilee.
This would allow him plenty of time for deliberate study, and for acquiring
capital by his trade to help his aftercourse of keeping the necessary terms
at a theological college.

Christmas had come and passed, and Sue had gone to the Melchester
Normal School. The time was just the worst in the year for Jude to get
into new employment, and he had written suggesting to her that he should
postpone his arrival for a month or so, till the days had lengthened.
She had acquiesced so readily that he wished he had not proposed it--
she evidently did not much care about him, though she had never once
reproached him for his strange conduct in coming to her that night,
and his silent disappearance. Neither had she ever said a word about her
relations with Mr. Phillotson.

Suddenly, however, quite a passionate letter arrived from Sue. She was
quite lonely and miserable, she told him. She hated the place she was in;
it was worse than the ecclesiastical designer's; worse than anywhere.
She felt utterly friendless; could he come immediately?--though when he did
come she would only be able to see him at limited times, the rules
of the establishment she found herself in being strict to a degree.
It was Mr. Phillotson who had advised her to come there, and she wished she
had never listened to him.

Phillotson's suit was not exactly prospering, evidently; and Jude felt
unreasonably glad. He packed up his things and went to Melchester
with a lighter heart than he had known for months.

This being the turning over a new leaf he duly looked about
for a temperance hotel, and found a little establishment
of that description in the street leading from the station.
When he had had something to eat he walked out into the dull winter
light over the town bridge, and turned the corner towards the Close.
The day was foggy, and standing under the walls of the most
graceful architectural pile in England he paused and looked up.
The lofty building was visible as far as the roofridge;
above, the dwindling spire rose more and more remotely, till its
apex was quite lost in the mist drifting across it.

The lamps now began to be lighted, and turning to the west front
he walked round. He took it as a good omen that numerous blocks
of stone were lying about, which signified that the cathedral
was undergoing restoration or repair to a considerable extent.
It seemed to him, full of the superstitions of his beliefs,
that this was an exercise of forethought on the part of a ruling Power,
that he might find plenty to do in the art he practised while waiting
for a call to higher labours.

Then a wave of warmth came over him as he thought how near he now
stood to the bright-eyed vivacious girl with the broad forehead
and pile of dark hair above it; the girl with the kindling glance,
daringly soft at times--something like that of the girls he had seen
in engravings from paintings of the Spanish school. She was here--
actually in this Close--in one of the houses confronting this very
west facade.

He went down the broad gravel path towards the building.
It was an ancient edifice of the fifteenth century, once a palace,
now a training-school, with mullioned and transomed windows,
and a courtyard in front shut in from the road by a wall.
Jude opened the gate and went up to the door through which,
on inquiring for his cousin, he was gingerly admitted to a
waiting-room, and in a few minutes she came.

Though she had been here such a short while, she was not
as he had seen her last. All her bounding manner was gone;
her curves of motion had become subdued lines. The screens
and subtleties of convention had likewise disappeared.
Yet neither was she quite the woman who had written the letter
that summoned him. That had plainly been dashed off
in an impulse which second thoughts had somewhat regretted;
thoughts that were possibly of his recent self-disgrace. Jude
was quite overcome with emotion.

"You don't--think me a demoralized wretch--for coming to you as I was--
and going so shamefully, Sue?"

"Oh, I have tried not to! You said enough to let me know what had caused it.
I hope I shall never have any doubt of your worthiness, my poor Jude! And I
am glad you have come!"

She wore a murrey-coloured gown with a little lace collar.
It was made quite plain, and hung about her slight figure with
clinging gracefulness. Her hair, which formerly she had worn
according to the custom of the day was now twisted up tightly,
and she had altogether the air of a woman clipped and pruned
by severe discipline, an under-brightness shining through
from the depths which that discipline had not yet been able
to reach.

She had come forward prettily, but Jude felt that she had
hardly expected him to kiss her, as he was burning to do,
under other colours than those of cousinship. He could not
perceive the least sign that Sue regarded him as a lover,
or ever would do so, now that she knew the worst of him,
even if he had the right to behave as one; and this helped on
his growing resolve to tell her of his matrimonial entanglement,
which he had put off doing from time to time in sheer dread of
losing the bliss of her company.

Sue came out into the town with him, and they walked and
talked with tongues centred only on the passing 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, nobody 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 noble 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 pass 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 passively 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!"

"How modern you are!"

"So would you be if you had lived so much in the Middle Ages as I have done
these last few years! The cathedral was a very good place four or five
centuries ago; but it is played out now ... I am not modern, either. I am
more ancient than mediaevalism, if you only knew."

Jude looked distressed.

"There--I won't say any more of that!" she cried. "Only you
don't know how bad I am, from your point of view, or you wouldn't
think so much of me, or care whether I was engaged or not.
Now there's just time for us to walk round the Close, then I must
go in, or I shall be locked out for the night."

He took her to the gate and they parted. Jude had a conviction
that his unhappy visit to her on that sad night had precipitated this
marriage engagement, and it did anything but add to his happiness.
Her reproach had taken that shape, then, and not the shape
of words. However, next day he set about seeking employment,
which it was not so easy to get as at Christminster, there being,
as a rule, less stone-cutting in progress in this quiet city,
and hands being mostly permanent. But he edged himself in by degrees.
His first work was some carving at the cemetery on the hill;
and ultimately he became engaged on the labour he most desired--
the cathedral repairs, which were very extensive, the whole interior
stonework having been overhauled, to be largely replaced by new.
It might be a labour of years to get it all done, and he had
confidence enough in his own skill with the mallet and chisel
to feel that it would be a matter of choice with himself how long
he would stay.

The lodgings he took near the Close Gate would not have
disgraced a curate, the rent representing a higher percentage
on his wages than mechanics of any sort usually care to pay.
His combined bed and sitting-room was furnished with framed
photographs of the rectories and deaneries at which his landlady
had lived as trusted servant in her time, and the parlour
downstairs bore a clock on the mantelpiece inscribed to
the effect that it was presented to the same serious-minded
woman by her fellow-servants on the occasion of her marriage.
Jude added to the furniture of his room by unpacking photographs
of the ecclesiastical carvings and monuments that he had executed
with his own hands; and he was deemed a satisfactory acquisition
as tenant of the vacant apartment.

He found an ample supply of theological books in the city
book-shops, and with these his studies were recommenced
in a different spirit and direction from his former course.
As a relaxation from the Fathers, and such stock works as Paley
and Butler, he read Newman, Pusey, and many other modern lights.
He hired a harmonium, set it up in his lodging, and practised
chants thereon, single and double.


"TO-MORROW is our grand day, you know. Where shall we go?"

"I have leave from three till nine. Wherever we can get to and come
back from in that time. Not ruins, Jude--I don't care for them."

"Well--Wardour Castle. And then we can do Fonthill if we like--
all in the same afternoon."

"Wardour is Gothic ruins--and I hate Gothic!"

"No. Quite otherwise. It is a classic building--Corinthian, I think;
with a lot of pictures."

"Ah--that will do. I like the sound of Corinthian. We'll go."

Their conversation had run thus some few weeks later, and next
morning they prepared to start. Every detail of the outing
was a facet reflecting a sparkle to Jude, and he did not venture
to meditate on the life of inconsistency he was leading.
His Sue's conduct was one lovely conundrum to him; he could say
no more.

There duly came the charm of calling at the college door for her;
her emergence in a nunlike simplicity of costume that was rather
enforced than desired; the traipsing along to the station,
the porters' "B'your leave!," the screaming of the trains--
everything formed the basis of a beautiful crystallization.
Nobody stared at Sue, because she was so plainly dressed,
which comforted Jude in the thought that only himself knew
the charms those habiliments subdued. A matter of ten pounds
spent in a drapery-shop, which had no connection with her real
life or her real self, would have set all Melchester staring.
The guard of the train thought they were lovers, and put them into a
compartment all by themselves.

"That's a good intention wasted!" said she.

Jude did not respond. He thought the remark unnecessarily cruel,
and partly untrue.

They reached the park and castle and wandered through the picture-galleries,
Jude stopping by preference in front of the devotional pictures by Del Sarto,
Guido Reni, Spagnoletto, Sassoferrato, Carlo Dolci, and others. Sue paused
patiently beside him, and stole critical looks into his face as, regarding
the Virgins, Holy Families, and Saints, it grew reverent and abstracted.
When she had thoroughly estimated him at this, she would move on and wait
for him before a Lely or Reynolds. It was evident that her cousin deeply
interested her, as one might be interested in a man puzzling out his way along
a labyrinth from which one had one's self escaped.

When they came out a long time still remained to them and Jude
proposed that as soon as they had had something to eat they should
walk across the high country to the north of their present position,
and intercept the train of another railway leading back to Melchester,
at a station about seven miles off. Sue, who was inclined for any
adventure that would intensify the sense of her day's freedom,
readily agreed; and away they went, leaving the adjoining station
behind them.

It was indeed open country, wide and high. They talked and bounded on,
Jude cutting from a little covert a long walking-stick for Sue as tall
as herself, with a great crook, which made her look like a shepherdess.
About half-way on their journey they crossed a main road running
due east and west--the old road from London to Land's End.
They paused, and looked up and down it for a moment, and remarked upon
the desolation which had come over this once lively thoroughfare,
while the wind dipped to earth and scooped straws and hay-stems from
the ground.

They crossed the road and passed on, but during the next half-mile
Sue seemed to grow tired, and Jude began to be distressed for her.
They had walked a good distance altogether, and if they could not reach
the other station it would be rather awkward. For a long time there
was no cottage visible on the wide expanse of down and turnip-land;
but presently they came to a sheepfold, and next to the shepherd,
pitching hurdles. He told them that the only house near was his mother's
and his, pointing to a little dip ahead from which a faint blue smoke arose,
and recommended them to go on and rest there.

This they did, and entered the house, admitted by an old woman without
a single tooth, to whom they were as civil as strangers can be when their
only chance of rest and shelter lies in the favour of the householder.

"A nice little cottage," said Jude.

"Oh, I don't know about the niceness. I shall have to thatch it soon,
and where the thatch is to come from I can't tell, for straw do get
that dear, that 'twill soon be cheaper to cover your house wi'
chainey plates than thatch."

They sat resting, and the shepherd came in. "Don't 'ee mind I,"
he said with a deprecating wave of the hand "bide here as long as ye will.
But mid you be thinking o' getting back to Melchester to-night by train?
Because you'll never do it in this world, since you don't know the lie
of the country. I don't mind going with ye some o' the ways, but even then
the train mid be gone."

They started up.

"You can bide here, you know, over the night--can't 'em, Mother?
The place is welcome to ye. 'Tis hard lying, rather, but volk
may do worse." He turned to Jude and asked privately: "Be you a
married couple?"

"Hsh--no!" said Jude.

"Oh--I meant nothing ba'dy--not I! Well then, she can go into Mother's room,
and you and I can lie in the outer chimmer after they've gone through.
I can call ye soon enough to catch the first train back. You've lost this
one now."

On consideration they decided to close with this offer, and drew
up and shared with the shepherd and his mother the boiled bacon
and greens for supper.

"I rather like this," said Sue, while their entertainers were clearing
away the dishes. "Outside all laws except gravitation and germination."

"You only think you like it; you don't: you are quite a product
of civilization," said Jude, a recollection of her engagement
reviving his soreness a little.

"Indeed I am not, Jude. I like reading and all that, but I crave
to get back to the life of my infancy and its freedom."

"Do you remember it so well? You seem to me to have nothing
unconventional at all about you."

"Oh, haven't I! You don't know what's inside me."


"The Ishmaelite."

"An urban miss is what you are."

She looked severe disagreement, and turned away.

The shepherd aroused them the next morning, as he had said.
It was bright and clear, and the four miles to the train were
accomplished pleasantly. When they had reached Melchester,
and walked to the Close, and the gables of the old building
in which she was again to be immured rose before Sue's eyes,
she looked a little scared. "I expect I shall catch it!"
she murmured.

They rang the great bell and waited.

"Oh, I bought something for you, which I had nearly forgotten,"
she said quickly, searching her pocket. "It is a new little
photograph of me. Would you like it?"

"WOULD I!" He took it gladly, and the porter came. There seemed
to be an ominous glance on his face when he opened the gate.
She passed in, looking back at Jude, and waving her hand.


THE seventy young women, of ages varying in the main from nineteen
to one-and-twenty, though several were older, who at this date
filled the species of nunnery known as the Training-School
at Melchester, formed a very mixed community, which included
the daughters of mechanics, curates, surgeons, shopkeepers, farmers,
dairy-men, soldiers, sailors, and villagers. They sat in the large
school-room of the establishment on the evening previously described, and
word was passed round that Sue Bridehead had not come in at closing-time.

"She went out with her young man," said a second-year's student, who knew
about young men. "And Miss Traceley saw her at the station with him.
She'll have it hot when she does come."

"She said he was her cousin," observed a youthful new girl.

"That excuse has been made a little too often in this school to be effectual
in saving our souls," said the head girl of the year, drily.

The fact was that, only twelve months before, there had occurred
a lamentable seduction of one of the pupils who had made
the same statement in order to gain meetings with her lover.
The affair had created a scandal, and the management had
consequently been rough on cousins ever since.

At nine o'clock the names were called, Sue's being pronounced three times
sonorously by Miss Traceley without eliciting an answer.

At a quarter past nine the seventy stood up to sing the "Evening Hymn,"
and then knelt down to prayers. After prayers they went in to supper,
and every girl's thought was, Where is Sue Bridehead? Some of the students,
who had seen Jude from the window, felt that they would not mind risking her
punishment for the pleasure of being kissed by such a kindly-faced young men.
Hardly one among them believed in the cousinship.

Half an hour later they all lay in their cubicles, their tender feminine
faces upturned to the flaring gas-jets which at intervals stretched
down the long dormitories, every face bearing the legend "The Weaker"
upon it, as the penalty of the sex wherein they were moulded, which by no
possible exertion of their willing hearts and abilities could be made
strong while the inexorable laws of nature remain what they are.
They formed a pretty, suggestive, pathetic sight, of whose pathos and
beauty they were themselves unconscious, and would not discover till,
amid the storms and strains of after-years, with their injustice,
loneliness, child-bearing, and bereavement, their minds would revert
to this experience as to something which had been allowed to slip past them
insufficiently regarded.

One of the mistresses came in to turn out the lights, and before
doing so gave a final glance at Sue's cot, which remained empty,
and at her little dressing-table at the foot, which, like all
the rest, was ornamented with various girlish trifles,
framed photographs being not the least conspicuous among them.
Sue's table had a moderate show, two men in their filigree and
velvet frames standing together beside her looking-glass.

"Who are these men--did she ever say?" asked the mistress.
"Strictly speaking, relations' portraits only are allowed on
these tables, you know."

"One--the middle-aged man," said a student in the next bed--"is
the schoolmaster she served under--Mr. Phillotson."

"And the other--this undergraduate in cap and gown--who is he?"

"He is a friend, or was. She has never told his name."

"Was it either of these two who came for her?"


"You are sure 'twas not the undergraduate?"

"Quite. He was a young man with a black beard."

The lights were promptly extinguished, and till they fell asleep the girls
indulged in conjectures about Sue, and wondered what games she had carried
on in London and at Christminster before she came here, some of the more
restless ones getting out of bed and looking from the mullioned windows at
the vast west front of the cathedral opposite, and the spire rising behind it.

When they awoke the next morning they glanced into Sue's nook,
to find it still without a tenant. After the early lessons
by gas-light, in half-toilet, and when they had come up to dress
for breakfast, the bell of the entrance gate was heard to ring loudly.
The mistress of the dormitory went away, and presently came back
to say that the principal's orders were that nobody was to speak to
Bridehead without permission.

When, accordingly, Sue came into the dormitory to hastily tidy herself,
looking flushed and tired, she went to her cubicle in silence, none of them
coming out to greet her or to make inquiry. When they had gone downstairs
they found that she did not follow them into the dining-hall to breakfast,
and they then learnt that she had been severely reprimanded, and ordered
to a solitary room for a week, there to be confined, and take her meals,
and do all her reading.

At this the seventy murmured, the sentence being, they thought,
too severe. A round robin was prepared and sent in to the principal,
asking for a remission of Sue's punishment. No notice was taken.
Towards evening, when the geography mistress began dictating her subject,
the girls in the class sat with folded arms.

"You mean that you are not going to work?" said the mistress at last.
"I may as well tell you that it has been ascertained that the young
man Bridehead stayed out with was not her cousin, for the very good
reason that she has no such relative. We have written to Christminster
to ascertain."

"We are willing to take her word," said the head girl.

"This young man was discharged from his work at Christminster
for drunkenness and blasphemy in public-houses, and he has
come here to live, entirely to be near her."

However, they remained stolid and motionless, and the mistress left the room
to inquire from her superiors what was to be done.

Presently, towards dusk, the pupils, as they sat, heard exclamations
from the first-year's girls in an adjoining classroom, and one rushed
in to say that Sue Bridehead had got out of the back window of the room
in which she had been confined, escaped in the dark across the lawn,
and disappeared. How she had managed to get out of the garden nobody
could tell, as it was bounded by the river at the bottom, and the side
door was locked.

They went and looked at the empty room, the casement between the middle
mullions of which stood open. The lawn was again searched with a lantern,
every bush and shrub being examined, but she was nowhere hidden.
Then the porter of the front gate was interrogated, and on reflection he said
that he remembered hearing a sort of splashing in the stream at the back,
but he had taken no notice, thinking some ducks had come down the river
from above.

"She must have walked through the river!" said a mistress.

"Or drownded herself," said the porter.

The mind of the matron was horrified--not so much at the possible
death of Sue as at the possible half-column detailing that event
in all the newspapers, which, added to the scandal of the year before,
would give the college an unenviable notoriety for many months
to come.

More lanterns were procured, and the river examined; and then,
at last, on the opposite shore, which was open to the fields,
some little boot-tracks were discerned in the mud,
which left no doubt that the too excitable girl had waded
through a depth of water reaching nearly to her shoulders--
for this was the chief river of the county, and was mentioned
in all the geography books with respect. As Sue had not brought
disgrace upon the school by drowning herself, the matron began
to speak superciliously of her, and to express gladness that she
was gone.

On the self-same evening Jude sat in his lodgings by the Close Gate.
Often at this hour after dusk he would enter the silent Close,
and stand opposite the house that contained Sue, and watch
the shadows of the girls' heads passing to and fro upon the blinds,
and wish he had nothing else to do but to sit reading and
learning all day what many of the thoughtless inmates despised.
But to-night, having finished tea and brushed himself up,
he was deep in the perusal of the Twenty-ninth Volume of Pusey's
Library of the Fathers, a set of books which he had purchased
of a second-hand dealer at a price that seemed to him
to be one of miraculous cheapness for that invaluable work.
He fancied he heard something rattle lightly against his window;
then he heard it again. Certainly somebody had thrown gravel.
He rose and gently lifted the sash.

"Jude!" (from below).


"Yes--it is! Can I come up without being seen?"

"Oh yes!"

"Then don't come down. Shut the window."

Jude waited, knowing that she could enter easily enough, the front
door being opened merely by a knob which anybody could turn,
as in most old country towns. He palpitated at the thought that she
had fled to him in her trouble as he had fled to her in his.
What counterparts they were! He unlatched the door of his room,
heard a stealthy rustle on the dark stairs, and in a moment she
appeared in the light of his lamp. He went up to seize her hand,
and found she was clammy as a marine deity, and that her clothes clung
to her like the robes upon the figures in the Parthenon frieze.

"I'm so cold!" she said through her chattering teeth.
"Can I come by your fire, Jude?"

She crossed to his little grate and very little fire, but as the water
dripped from her as she moved, the idea of drying herself was absurd.
"Whatever have you done, darling?" he asked, with alarm, the tender epithet
slipping out unawares.

"Walked through the largest river in the county--that's what I've done!
They locked me up for being out with you; and it seemed so unjust that I
couldn't bear it, so I got out of the window and escaped across the stream!"
She had begun the explanation in her usual slightly independent tones,
but before she had finished the thin pink lips trembled, and she could hardly
refrain from crying.

"Dear Sue!" he said. "You must take off all your things!
And let me see--you must borrow some from the landlady.
I'll ask her."

"No, no! Don't let her know, for God's sake! We are so near
the school that they'll come after me!"

"Then you must put on mine. You don't mind?"

"Oh no."

"My Sunday suit, you know. It is close here." In fact,
everything was close and handy in Jude's single chamber,
because there was not room for it to be otherwise. He opened
a drawer, took out his best dark suit, and giving the garments
a shake, said, "Now, how long shall I give you?"

"Ten minutes."

Jude left the room and went into the street, where he walked up
and down. A clock struck half-past seven, and he returned.
Sitting in his only arm-chair he saw a slim and fragile being
masquerading as himself on a Sunday, so pathetic in her
defencelessness that his heart felt big with the sense of it.
On two other chairs before the fire were her wet garments.
She blushed as he sat down beside her, but only for
a moment.

"I suppose, Jude, it is odd that you should see me like this
and all my things hanging there? Yet what nonsense!
They are only a woman's clothes--sexless cloth and linen.... I
wish I didn't feel so ill and sick! Will you dry my clothes now?
Please do, Jude, and I'll get a lodging by and by. It is not
late yet."

"No, you shan't, if you are ill. You must stay here. Dear, dear Sue,
what can I get for you?"

"I don't know! I can't help shivering. I wish I could get warm."
Jude put on her his great-coat in addition, and then ran out to the nearest
public-house, whence he returned with a little bottle in his hand.
"Here's six of best brandy," he said. "Now you drink it, dear;
all of it."

"I can't out of the bottle, can I?" Jude fetched the glass from
the dressing-table, and administered the spirit in some water.
She gasped a little, but gulped it down, and lay back in the armchair.

She then began to relate circumstantially her experiences since they
had parted; but in the middle of her story her voice faltered,
her head nodded, and she ceased. She was in a sound sleep.
Jude, dying of anxiety lest she should have caught a chill which might
permanently injure her, was glad to hear the regular breathing.
He softly went nearer to her, and observed that a warm flush now rosed
her hitherto blue cheeks, and felt that her hanging hand was no
longer cold. Then he stood with his back to the fire regarding her,
and saw in her almost a divinity.


JUDE'S reverie was interrupted by the creak of footsteps ascending the stairs.

He whisked Sue's clothing from the chair where it was drying,
thrust it under the bed, and sat down to his book.
Somebody knocked and opened the door immediately. It was
the landlady.

"Oh, I didn't know whether you was in or not, Mr. Fawley.
I wanted to know if you would require supper. I see you've a
young gentleman----"

"Yes, ma'am. But I think I won't come down to-night. Will you bring supper
up on a tray, and I'll have a cup of tea as well."

It was Jude's custom to go downstairs to the kitchen,
and eat his meals with the family, to save trouble.
His landlady brought up the supper, however, on this occasion,
and he took it from her at the door.

When she had descended he set the teapot on the hob,
and drew out Sue's clothes anew; but they were far from dry.
A thick woollen gown, he found, held a deal of water.
So he hung them up again, and enlarged his fire and mused as
the steam from the garments went up the chimney.

Suddenly she said, "Jude!"

"Yes. All right. How do you feel now?"

"Better. Quite well. Why, I fell asleep, didn't I? What time is it?
Not late surely?"

"It is past ten."

"Is it really? What SHALL I do!" she said, starting up.

"Stay where you are."

"Yes; that's what I want to do. But I don't know what they would say!
And what will you do?"

"I am going to sit here by the fire all night, and read.
To-morrow is Sunday, and I haven't to go out anywhere.
Perhaps you will be saved a severe illness by resting there.
Don't be frightened. I'm all right. Look here, what I have got
for you. Some supper."

When she had sat upright she breathed plaintively and said, "I do feel rather
weak still. l thought I was well; and I ought not to be here, ought I?"
But the supper fortified her somewhat, and when she had had some tea and had
lain back again she was bright and cheerful.

The tea must have been green, or too long drawn, for she seemed
preternaturally wakeful afterwards, though Jude, who had not taken any,
began to feel heavy; till her conversation fixed his attention.

"You called me a creature of civilization, or something, didn't you?"
she said, breaking a silence. "It was very odd you should have done that."


"Well, because it is provokingly wrong. I am a sort of negation of it."

"You are very philosophical. 'A negation' is profound talking."

"Is it? Do I strike you as being learned?" she asked, with a touch
of raillery.

"No--not learned. Only you don't talk quite like a girl--well, a girl
who has had no advantages."

"I have had advantages. I don't know Latin and Greek, though I
know the grammars of those tongues. But I know most of the Greek
and Latin classics through translations, and other books too.
I read Lempriere, Catullus, Martial, Juvenal, Lucian, Beaumont
and Fletcher, Boccaccio, Scarron, De Brantame, Sterne, De Foe,
Smollett, Fielding, Shakespeare, the Bible, and other such;
and found that all interest in the unwholesome part of those books
ended with its mystery."

"You have read more than I," he said with a sigh. "How came you
to read some of those queerer ones?"

"Well," she said thoughtfully, "it was by accident. My life has
been entirely shaped by what people call a peculiarity in me.
I have no fear of men, as such, nor of their books.
I have mixed with them--one or two of them particularly--
almost as one of their own sex. I mean I have not felt
about them as most women are taught to feel--to be on their
guard against attacks on their virtue; for no average man--
no man short of a sensual savage--will molest a woman by day
or night, at home or abroad, unless she invites him.
Until she says by a look 'Come on' he is always afraid to,
and if you never say it, or look it, he never comes. However, what I
was going to say is that when I was eighteen I formed a friendly
intimacy with an undergraduate at Christminster, and he taught me
a great deal, and lent me books which I should never have got hold
of otherwise."

"Is your friendship broken off?"

"Oh yes. He died, poor fellow, two or three years after he had taken
his degree and left Christminster."

"You saw a good deal of him, I suppose?"

"Yes. We used to go about together--on walking tours,
reading tours, and things of that sort--like two men almost.
He asked me to live with him, and I agreed to by letter.
But when I joined him in London I found he meant a different
thing from what I meant. He wanted me to be his mistress,
in fact, but I wasn't in love with him--and on my saying I
should go away if he didn't agree to MY plan, he did so.
We shared a sitting-room for fifteen months; and he became
a leader-writer for one of the great London dailies; till he was
taken ill, and had to go abroad. He said I was breaking his
heart by holding out against him so long at such close quarters;
he could never have believed it of woman. I might play that
game once too often, he said. He came home merely to die.
His death caused a terrible remorse in me for my cruelty--
though I hope he died of consumption and not of me entirely.
l went down to Sandbourne to his funeral, and was his only mourner.
He left me a little money--because I broke his heart, I suppose.
That's how men are--so much better than women!"

"Good heavens!--what did you do then?"

"Ah--now you are angry with me!" she said, a contralto note of tragedy
coming suddenly into her silvery voice. "I wouldn't have told you if I
had known!"

"No, I am not. Tell me all."

"Well, I invested his money, poor fellow, in a bubble scheme,
and lost it. I lived about London by myself for some time,
and then I returned to Christminster, as my father--
who was also in London, and had started as an art metal-worker
near Long-Acre--wouldn't have me back; and I got that occupation
in the artist-shop where you found me.... I said you didn't know
how bad I was!"

Jude looked round upon the arm-chair and its occupant, as if
to read more carefully the creature he had given shelter to.
His voice trembled as he said: "However you have lived, Sue,
I believe you are as innocent as you are unconventional!"

"I am not particularly innocent, as you see, now that I have

'twitched the robe
From that blank lay-figure your fancy draped,'"

said she, with an ostensible sneer, though he could hear that she was
brimming with tears. "But I have never yielded myself to any lover,
if that's what you mean! I have remained as I began."

"I quite believe you. But some women would not have remained as they began."

"Pehaps not. Better women would not. People say I must
be cold-natured--sexless--on account of it. But I won't have it!
Some of the most passionately erotic poets have been the most
self-contained in their daily lives."

"Have you told Mr. Phillotson about this university scholar friend?"

"Yes--long ago. I have never made any secret of it to anybody."

"What did he say?"

"He did not pass any criticism--only said I was everything to him,
whatever I did; and things like that."

Jude felt much depressed; she seemed to get further and further away
from him with her strange ways and curious unconsciousness of gender.

"Aren't you REALLY vexed with me, dear Jude?" she suddenly asked,

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