"Prettier than I am, no doubt!"
"You are not the least alike. And I have never seen her for years... But she"s sure to come back-they always do!"
"How strange of you to stay apart from her like this!" said Sue, her trembling lip and lumpy throat belying her irony. "You, such a religious man. How will the demi-G.o.ds in your Pantheon-I mean those legendary persons you call saints-intercede for you after this? Now if I had done such a thing it would have been different, and not remarkable, for I at least don"t regard marriage as a sacrament. Your theories are not so advanced as your practice!"
"Sue, you are terribly cutting when you like to be-a perfect Voltaire! But you must treat me as you will!"
When she saw how wretched he was she softened, and trying to blink away her sympathetic tears said with all the winning reproachfulness of a heart-hurt woman: "Ah-you should have told me before you gave me that idea that you wanted to be allowed to love me! I had no feeling before that moment at the railway-station, except-" For once Sue was as miserable as he, in her attempts to keep herself free from emotion, and her less than half-success.
"Don"t cry, dear!" he implored.
"I am-not crying-because I meant to-love you; but because of your want of-confidence!"
They were quite screened from the market-square without, and he could not help putting out his arm towards her waist. His momentary desire was the means of her rallying. "No, no!" she said, drawing back stringently, and wiping her eyes. "Of course not! It would be hypocrisy to pretend that it would be meant as from my cousin; and it can"t be in any other way."
They moved on a dozen paces, and she showed herself recovered. It was distracting to Jude, and his heart would have ached less had she appeared anyhow but as she did appear; essentially large-minded and generous on reflection, despite a previous exercise of those narrow womanly humours on impulse that were necessary to give her s.e.x.
"I don"t blame you for what you couldn"t help," she said, smiling. "How should I be so foolish? I do blame you a little bit for not telling me before. But, after all, it doesn"t matter. We should have had to keep apart, you see, even if this had not been in your life."
"No, we shouldn"t, Sue! This is the only obstacle."
"You forget that I must have loved you, and wanted to be your wife, even if there had been no obstacle," said Sue, with a gentle seriousness which did not reveal her mind. "And then we are cousins, and it is bad for cousins to marry. And-I am engaged to somebody else. As to our going on together as we were going, in a sort of friendly way, the people round us would have made it unable to continue. Their views of the relations of man and woman are limited, as is proved by their expelling me from the school. Their philosophy only recognizes relations based on animal desire. The wide field of strong attachment where desire plays, at least, only a secondary part, is ignored by them-the part of-who is it?-Venus Urania."
Her being able to talk learnedly showed that she was mistress of herself again; and before they parted she had almost regained her vivacious glance, her reciprocity of tone, her gay manner, and her second-thought att.i.tude of critical largeness towards others of her age and s.e.x.
He could speak more freely now. "There were several reasons against my telling you rashly. One was what I have said; another, that it was always impressed upon me that I ought not to marry-that I belonged to an odd and peculiar family-the wrong breed for marriage."
"Ah-who used to say that to you?"
"My great-aunt. She said it always ended badly with us Fawleys."
"That"s strange. My father used to say the same to me!"
They stood possessed by the same thought, ugly enough, even as an a.s.sumption: that a union between them, had such been possible, would have meant a terrible intensification of unfitness-two bitters in one dish.
"Oh, but there can"t be anything in it!" she said with nervous lightness. "Our family have been unlucky of late years in choosing mates-that"s all."
And then they pretended to persuade themselves that all that had happened was of no consequence, and that they could still be cousins and friends and warm correspondents, and have happy genial times when they met, even if they met less frequently than before. Their parting was in good friendship, and yet Jude"s last look into her eyes was tinged with inquiry, for he felt that he did not even now quite know her mind.
VII
Tidings from Sue a day or two after pa.s.sed across Jude like a withering blast.
Before reading the letter he was led to suspect that its contents were of a somewhat serious kind by catching sight of the signature-which was in her full name, never used in her correspondence with him since her first note:
My dear Jude,-I have something to tell you which perhaps you will not be surprised to hear, though certainly it may strike you as being accelerated (as the railway companies say of their trains). Mr. Phillotson and I are to be married quite soon-in three or four weeks. We had intended, as you know, to wait till I had gone through my course of training and obtained my certificate, so as to a.s.sist him, if necessary, in the teaching. But he generously says he does not see any object in waiting, now I am not at the training school. It is so good of him, because the awkwardness of my situation has really come about by my fault in getting expelled.
Wish me joy. Remember I say you are to, and you mustn"t refuse!-Your affectionate cousin,
Susanna Florence Mary Bridehead.
Jude staggered under the news; could eat no breakfast; and kept on drinking tea because his mouth was so dry. Then presently he went back to his work and laughed the usual bitter laugh of a man so confronted. Everything seemed turning to satire. And yet, what could the poor girl do? he asked himself: and felt worse than shedding tears.
"O Susanna Florence Mary!" he said as he worked. "You don"t know what marriage means!"
Could it be possible that his announcement of his own marriage had p.r.i.c.ked her on to this, just as his visit to her when in liquor may have p.r.i.c.ked her on to her engagement? To be sure, there seemed to exist these other and sufficient reasons, practical and social, for her decision; but Sue was not a very practical or calculating person; and he was compelled to think that a pique at having his secret sprung upon her had moved her to give way to Phillotson"s probable representations, that the best course to prove how unfounded were the suspicions of the school authorities would be to marry him off-hand, as in fulfilment of an ordinary engagement. Sue had, in fact, been placed in an awkward corner. Poor Sue!
He determined to play the Spartan; to make the best of it, and support her; but he could not write the requested good wishes for a day or two. Meanwhile there came another note from his impatient little dear:
Jude, will you give me away? I have n.o.body else who could do it so conveniently as you, being the only married relation I have here on the spot, even if my father were friendly enough to be willing, which he isn"t. I hope you won"t think it a trouble? I have been looking at the marriage service in the prayer-book, and it seems to me very humiliating that a giver-away should be required at all. According to the ceremony as there printed, my bridegroom chooses me of his own will and pleasure; but I don"t choose him. Somebody gives me to him, like a she-a.s.s or she-goat, or any other domestic animal. Bless your exalted views of woman, O churchman! But I forget: I am no longer privileged to tease you.-Ever,
Susanna Florence Mary Bridehead.
Jude screwed himself up to heroic key; and replied:
My dear Sue,-Of course I wish you joy! And also of course I will give you away. What I suggest is that, as you have no house of your own, you do not marry from your school friend"s, but from mine. It would be more proper, I think, since I am, as you say, the person nearest related to you in this part of the world.
I don"t see why you sign your letter in such a new and terribly formal way? Surely you care a bit about me still!-Ever your affectionate,
Jude.
What had jarred on him even more than the signature was a little sting he had been silent on-the phrase "married relation"-What an idiot it made him seem as her lover! If Sue had written that in satire, he could hardly forgive her; if in suffering-ah, that was another thing!
His offer of his lodging must have commended itself to Phillotson at any rate, for the schoolmaster sent him a line of warm thanks, accepting the convenience. Sue also thanked him. Jude immediately moved into more commodious quarters, as much to escape the espionage of the suspicious landlady who had been one cause of Sue"s unpleasant experience as for the sake of room.
Then Sue wrote to tell him the day fixed for the wedding; and Jude decided, after inquiry, that she should come into residence on the following Sat.u.r.day, which would allow of a ten days" stay in the city prior to the ceremony, sufficiently representing a nominal residence of fifteen.
She arrived by the ten o"clock train on the day aforesaid, Jude not going to meet her at the station, by her special request, that he should not lose a morning"s work and pay, she said (if this were her true reason). But so well by this time did he know Sue that the remembrance of their mutual sensitiveness at emotional crises might, he thought, have weighed with her in this. When he came home to dinner she had taken possession of her apartment.
She lived in the same house with him, but on a different floor, and they saw each other little, an occasional supper being the only meal they took together, when Sue"s manner was something like that of a scared child. What she felt he did not know; their conversation was mechanical, though she did not look pale or ill. Phillotson came frequently, but mostly when Jude was absent. On the morning of the wedding, when Jude had given himself a holiday, Sue and her cousin had breakfast together for the first and last time during this curious interval; in his room-the parlour-which he had hired for the period of Sue"s residence. Seeing, as women do, how helpless he was in making the place comfortable, she bustled about.
"What"s the matter, Jude?" she said suddenly.
He was leaning with his elbows on the table and his chin on his hands, looking into a futurity which seemed to be sketched out on the tablecloth.
"Oh-nothing!"
"You are "father", you know. That"s what they call the man who gives you away."