His passion for Sue troubled his soul;yet his lawful abandonment to the society of Arabella for twelve hours seemed instinctively a worse thing -even though she had not told him of her Sydney husband till afterwards.
He had,he verily believed,overcome all tendency to fly to liquor -which,indeed,he had never done from taste,but merely as an escape from intolerable misery of mind.Yet he perceived with despondency that,taken all round,he was a man of too many passions to make a good clergyman;the utmost he could hope for was that in a life of constant internal warfare between flesh and spirit the former might not always be victorious.
As a hobby,auxiliary to his readings in Divinity,he developed his slight skill in church-music and thorough-bass,till he could join in part-singing from notation with some accuracy.A mile or two from Melchester there was a restored village church,to which Jude had originally gone to fix the new columns and capitals.By this means he had become acquainted with the organist,and the ultimate result was that he joined the choir as a bass voice.
He walked out to this parish twice every Sunday,and sometimes in the week.One evening about Easter the choir met for practice,and a new hymn which Jude had heard of as being by a Wessex composer was to be tried and prepared for the following week.It turned out to be a strangely emotional composition.As they all sang it over and over again its harmonies grew upon Jude,and moved him exceedingly.
When they had finished he went round to the organist to make inquiries.
The score was in manu,the name of the composer being at the head,together with the title of the hymn:'The Foot of the Cross.'
'Yes,'said the organist.'He is a local man.He is a professional musician at Kennetbridge -between here and Christminster.The vicar knows him.He was brought up and educated in Christminster traditions,which accounts for the quality of the piece.I think he plays in the large church there,and has a surpliced choir.He comes to Melchester sometimes,and once tried to get the cathedral organ when the post was vacant.The hymn is getting about everywhere this Easter.'
As he walked humming the air on his way home,Jude fell to musing on its composer,and the reasons why he composed it.What a man of sympathies he must be!Perplexed and harassed as he himself was about Sue and Arabella,and troubled as was his conscience by the complication of his position,how he would like to know that man!'He of all men would understand my difficulties,'said the impulsive Jude.If there were any person in the world to choose as a confidant,this composer would be the one,for he must have suffered,and throbbed,and yearned.
In brief,ill as he could afford the time and money for the journey,Fawley resolved,like the child that he was,to go to Kennetbridge the very next Sunday.He duly started,early in the morning,for it was only by a series of crooked railways that he could get to the town.About mid-day he reached it,and crossing the bridge into the quaint old borough he inquired for the house of the composer.
They told him it was a red brick building some little way further on.Also that the gentleman himself had just passed along the street not five minutes before.
'Which way?'asked Jude with alacrity.
'Straight along homeward from church.'
Jude hastened on,and soon had the pleasure of observing a man in a black coat and a black slouched felt hat no considerable distance ahead.Stretching out his legs yet more widely he stalked after.'A hungry soul in pursuit of a full soul!'he said.'I must speak to that man!'
