In the meantime the more exceptional couple and the boy still lingered in the pavilion of flowers -an enchanted palace to their appreciative taste -Sue's usually pale cheeks reflecting the pink of the tinted roses at which she gazed;for the gay sights,the air,the music,and the excitement of a day's outing with Jude had quickened her blood and made her eyes sparkle with vivacity.She adored roses,and what Arabella had witnessed was Sue detaining Jude almost against his will while she learnt the names of this variety and that,and put her face within an inch of their blooms to smell them.
'I should like to push my face quite into them -the dears!'she had said.'But I suppose it is against the rules to touch them -isn't it,Jude?'
'Yes,you baby,'said he:and then playfully gave her a little push,so that her nose went among the petals.
'The policeman will be down on us,and I shall say it was my husband's fault!'
Then she looked up at him,and smiled in a way that told so much to Arabella.
'Happy?'he murmured.
She nodded.
'Why?Because you have come to the great Wessex Agricultural Show -or because we have come?'
'You are always trying to make me confess to all sorts of absurdities.
Because I am improving my mind,of course,by seeing all these steam-ploughs,and threshing-machines,and chaff-cutters,and cows,and pigs,and sheep.'
Jude was quite content with a baffle from his ever evasive companion.
But when he had forgotten that he had put the question,and because he no longer wished for an answer,she went on:'I feel that we have returned to Greek joyousness,and have blinded ourselves to sickness and sorrow,and have forgotten what twenty-five centuries have taught the race since their time,as one of your Christminster luminaries says....There is one immediate shadow,however -only one.'And she looked at the aged child,whom,though they had taken him to everything likely to attract a young intelligence,they had utterly failed to interest.
He knew what they were saying and thinking.'I am very,very sorry,Father and Mother,'he said.'But please don't mind!-I can't help it.
I should like the flowers very very much,if I didn't keep on thinking they'd be all withered in a few days!'
The unnoticed lives that the pair had hitherto led began,from the day of the suspended wedding onwards,to be observed and discussed by other persons than Arabella.The society of Spring Street and the neighbourhood generally did not understand,and probably could not have been made to understand,Sue and Jude's private minds,emotions,positions,and fears.
The curious facts of a child coming to them unexpectedly,who called Jude 'Father,'and Sue 'Mother,'and a hitch in a marriage ceremony intended for quietness to be performed at a registrar's office,together with rumours of the undefended cases in the law-courts,bore only one translation to plain minds.
Little Time -for though he was formally turned into 'Jude,'the apt nickname stuck to him -would come home from school in the evening,and repeat inquiries and remarks that had been made to him by the other boys;and cause Sue,and Jude when he heard them,a great deal of pain and sadness.
The result was that shortly after the attempt at the registrar's the pair went off -to London it was believed -for several days,hiring somebody to look to the boy.When they came back they let it be understood indirectly,and with total indifference and weariness of mien,that they were legally married at last.Sue,who had previously been called Mrs.
Bridehead now openly adopted the name of Mrs.Fawley.Her dull,cowed,and listless manner for days seemed to substantiate all this.
But the mistake (as it was called)of their going away so secretly to do the business,kept up much of the mystery of their lives;and they found that they made not such advances with their neighbours as they had expected to do thereby.A living mystery was not much less interesting than a dead scandal.
The baker's lad and the grocer's boy,who at first had used to lift their hats gallantly to Sue when they came to execute their errands,in these days no longer took the trouble to render her that homage,and the neighbouring artizans'wives looked straight along the pavement when they encountered her.
Nobody molested them,it is true;but an oppressive atmosphere began to encircle their souls,particularly after their excursion to the show,as if that visit had brought some evil influence to bear on them.
And their temperaments were precisely of a kind to suffer from this atmosphere,and to be indisposed to lighten it by vigorous and open statements.Their apparent attempt at reparation had come too late to be effective.
The headstone and epitaph orders fell off:and two or three months later,when autumn came,Jude perceived that he would have to return to journey-work again,a course all the more unfortunate just now,in that he had not as yet cleared off the debt he had unavoidably incurred in the payment of the law-costs of the previous year.
One evening he sat down to share the common meal with Sue and the child as usual.'I am thinking,'he said to her,'that I'll hold on here no longer.The life suits us,certainly;but if we could get away to a place where we are unknown,we should be lighter hearted,and have a better chance.And so I am afraid we must break it up here,however awkward for you,poor dear!'
Sue was always much affected at a picture of herself as an object of pity,and she saddened.
'Well -I am not sorry,'said she presently.'I am much depressed by the way they look at me here.And you have been keeping on this house and furniture entirely for me and the boy!You don't want it yourself,and the expense is unnecessary.But whatever we do,wherever we go,you won't take him away from me,Jude dear?I could not let him go now!The cloud upon his young mind makes him so pathetic to me;I do hope to lift it some day!And he loves me so.You won't take him away from me?'
