'I'll go round and explain.Perhaps you had better let me pay up,or they'll think we've run away?'
'Yes.You'll find enough money in my pocket there.'
Quite indifferent,and shutting his eyes because he could not bear the daylight in his throbbing eye-balls,Jude seemed to doze again.
Arabella took his purse,softly left the room,and putting on her outdoor things went off to the lodgings she and he had quitted the evening before.
Scarcely half an hour had elapsed ere she reappeared round the corner,walking beside a lad wheeling a truck on which were piled all Jude's household possessions,and also the few of Arabella's things which she had taken to the lodging for her short sojourn there.Jude was in such physical pain from his unfortunate break-down of the previous night,and in such mental pain from the loss of Sue and from having yielded in his half-somnolent state to Arabella,that when he saw his few chattels unpacked and standing before his eyes in this strange bedroom,intermixed with woman's apparel,he scarcely considered how they had come there,or what their coming signalized.
'Now,'said Arabella to her father downstairs,'we must keep plenty of good liquor going in the house these next few days.I know his nature,and if he once gets into that fearfully low state that he does get into sometimes,he'll never do the honourable thing by me in this world,and I shall be left in the lurch.He must be kept cheerful.He has a little money in the savings bank,and he has given me his purse to pay for anything necessary.Well,that will be the licence;for I must have that ready at hand,to catch him the moment he's in the humour.You must pay for the liquor.A few friends,and a quiet convivial party would be the thing,if we could get it up.It would advertise the shop,and help me too.'
'That can be got up easy enough by anybody who'll afford victuals and drink....Well yes -it would advertise the shop -that's true.'
Three days later,when Jude had recovered somewhat from the fearful throbbing of his eyes and brain,but was still considerably confused in his mind by what had been supplied to him by Arabella during the interval -to keep him,jolly,as she expressed it -the quiet convivial gathering,suggested by her,to wind Jude up to the striking point,took place.
Donn had only just opened his miserable little pork and sausage shop,which had as yet scarce any customers;nevertheless that party advertised it well,and the Donns acquired a real notoriety among a certain class in Christminster who knew not the colleges,nor their works,nor their ways.Jude was asked if he could suggest any guest in addition to those named by Arabella and her father,and in a saturnine humour of perfect recklessness mentioned Uncle Joe,and Stagg,and the decayed auctioneer,and others whom he remembered as having been frequenters of the well-known tavern during his bout therein years before.He also suggested Freckles and Bower o'Bliss.Arabella took him at his word so far as the men went,but drew the line at the ladies.
Another man they knew,Tinker Taylor,though he lived in the same street,was not invited;but as he went homeward from a late job on the evening of the party,he had occasion to call at the shop for trotters.
There were none in,but he was promised some the next morning.While making his inquiry Taylor glanced into the back room,and saw the guests sitting round,card-playing,and drinking,and otherwise enjoying themselves at Donn's expense.He went home to bed,and on his way out next morning wondered how the party went off.He thought it hardly worth while to call at the shop for his provisions at that hour,Donn and his daughter being probably not up,if they caroused late the night before.However,he found in passing that the door was open,and he could hear voices within,though the shutters of the meat-stall were not down.He went and tapped at the sitting-room door,and opened it.
'Well -to be sure!'he said,astonished.
Hosts and guests were sitting card-playing,smoking,and talking,precisely as he had left them eleven hours earlier;the gas was burning and the curtains drawn,though it had been broad daylight for two hours out of doors.
'Yes!'cried Arabella,laughing.'Here we are,just the same.
We ought to be ashamed of ourselves,oughtn't we!But it is a sort of housewarming,you see;and our friends are in no hurry.Come in,Mr.Taylor,and sit down.'
The tinker,or rather reduced ironmonger,was nothing loath,and entered and took a seat.'I shall lose a quarter,but never mind,'he said.
'Well,really,I could hardly believe my eyes when I looked in!It seemed as if I was flung back again into last night,all of a sudden.'
'So you are.Pour out for Mr.Taylor.'
He now perceived that she was sitting beside Jude,her arm being round his waist.Jude,like the rest of the company,bore on his face the signs of how deeply he had been indulging.
'Well,we've been waiting for certain legal hours to arrive,to tell the truth,'she continued bashfully,and making her spirituous crimson look as much like a maiden blush as possible.'Jude and I have decided to make up matters between us by tying the knot again,as we find we can't do without one another after all.So,as a bright notion,we agreed to sit on till it was late enough,and go and do it off-hand.'
Jude seemed to pay no great heed to what she was announcing,or indeed to anything whatever.The entrance of Taylor infused fresh spirit into the company,and they remained sitting,till Arabella whispered to her father:'Now we may as well go.'
'But the parson don't know?'
'Yes,I told him last night that we might come between eight and nine,as there were reasons of decency for doing it as early and quiet as possible;on account of it being our second marriage,which might make people curious to look on if they knew.He highly approved.'
'Oh very well:I'm ready,'said her father,getting up and shaking himself.
'Now,old darling,'she said to Jude.'Come along,as you promised.'
