The companions then went their several ways,the one in crape walking firmly along with a mien of disconnection from her miscellaneous surroundings.Making inquiries she came to a hoarding,within which were excavations denoting the foundations of a building;and on the boards without one or two large posters announcing that the foundation-stone of the chapel about to be erected would be laid that afternoon at three o'clock by a London preacher of great popularity among his body.
Having ascertained thus much the immensely weeded widow retraced her steps,and gave herself leisure to observe the movements of the fair.
By and by her attention was arrested by a little stall of cakes and ginger-breads,standing between the more pretentious erections of trestles and canvas.
It was covered with an immaculate cloth,and tended by a young woman apparently unused to the business,she being accompanied by a boy with an octogenarian face,who assisted her.
'Upon my -senses!'murmured the widow to herself.'His wife Sue -if she is so!'She drew nearer to the stall.'How do you do,Mrs.Fawley?'she said blandly.
Sue changed colour and recognized Arabella through the crape veil.
'How are you,Mrs.Cartlett?'she said stiffly.And then perceiving Arabella's garb her voice grew sympathetic in spite of herself.'What?you have lost --'
'My poor husband.Yes.He died suddenly,six weeks ago,leaving me none too well off,though he was a kind husband to me.But whatever profit there is in public-house keeping goes to them that brew the liquors,and not to them that retail 'em....And you,my little old man!You don't know me,I expect?'
'Yes,I do.You be the woman I thought wer my mother for a bit,till I found you wasn't,'replied Father Time,who had learned to use the Wessex tongue quite naturally by now.
'All right.Never mind.I am a friend.'
'Juey,'said Sue suddenly,'go down to the station platform with this tray -there's another train coming in,I think.'
When he was gone Arabella continued:'He'll never be a beauty,will he,poor chap!Does he know I am his mother really?'
'No.He thinks there is some mystery about his parentage -that's all.Jude is going to tell him when he is a little older.'
'But how do you come to be doing this?I am surprised.'
'It is only a temporary occupation -a fancy of ours while we are in a difficulty.'
'Then you are living with him still?'
'Yes.'
'Married?'
'Of course.'
'Any children?'
'Two.'
'And another coming soon,I see.'
Sue writhed under the hard and direct questioning,and her tender little mouth began to quiver.
'Lord -I mean goodness gracious -what is there to cry about?
Some folks would be proud enough!'
'It is not that I am ashamed -not as you think!But it seems such a terribly tragic thing to bring beings into the world -so presumptuous -that I question my right to do it sometimes!'
'Take it easy,my dear....But you don't tell me why you do such a thing as this?Jude used to be a proud sort of chap -above any business almost,leave alone keeping a standing.'
'Perhaps my husband has altered a little since then.I am sure he is not proud now!'And Sue's lips quivered again.'I am doing this because he caught a chill early in the year while putting up some stonework of a music-hall,at Quartershot,which he had to do in the rain,the work having to be executed by a fixed day.He is better than he was;but it has been a long,weary time!We have had an old widow friend with us to help us through it;but she's leaving soon.'
'Well,I am respectable too,thank God,and of a serious way of thinking since my loss.Why did you choose to sell gingerbreads?'
'That's a pure accident.He was brought up to the baking business,and it occurred to him to try his hand at these,which he can make without coming out of doors.We call them Christminster cakes.They are a great success.'
'I never saw any like 'em.Why,they are windows and towers,and pinnacles!And upon my word they are very nice.'She had helped herself,and was unceremoniously munching one of the cakes.
'Yes.They are reminiscences of the Christminster Colleges.Traceried windows,and cloisters,you see.It was a whim of his to do them in pastry.'
'Still harping on Christminster -even in his cakes!'laughed Arabella.'Just like Jude.A ruling passion.What a queer fellow he is,and always will be!'
Sue sighed,and she looked her distress at hearing him criticized.
'Don't you think he is?Come now;you do,though you are so fond of him!'
'Of course Christminster is a sort of fixed vision with him,which I suppose he'll never be cured of believing in.He still thinks it a great centre of high and fearless thought,instead of what it is,a nest of commonplace schoolmasters whose characteristic is timid obsequiousness to tradition.'
Arabella was quizzing Sue with more regard of how she was speaking than of what she was saying.'How odd to hear a woman selling cakes talk like that!'she said.'Why don't you go back to school-keeping?'
She shook her head.'They won't have me.'
'Because of the divorce,I suppose?'
'That and other things.And there is no reason to wish it.We gave up all ambition,and were never so happy in our lives till his illness came.'
'Where are you living?'
'I don't care to say.'
'Here in Kennetbridge?'
Sue's manner showed Arabella that her random guess was right.
'Here comes the boy back again,'continued Arabella.'My boy and Jude's!'
Sue's eyes darted a spark.'You needn't throw that in my face!'
she cried.
'Very well -though I half-feel as if I should like to have him with me!...But Lord,I don't want to take him from 'ee -ever I should sin to speak so profane -though I should think you must have enough of your own!He's in very good hands,that I know;and I am not the woman to find fault with what the Lord has ordained.I've reached a more resigned frame of mind.'
'Indeed!I wish I had been able to do so.'
