'For there was no other girl，O bridegroom，like her ！'
-Sappho (H.T.Wharton).III-i 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 deion 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.
