'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.'
