`St。PeterandSt-St。MaryMagdalen。’
　　`Well-nowcomedowntotea，andgoandfinishthatorgan-text，ifthere’slightenoughafterwards。’
　　TheselittleobstaclestotheindulgenceofwhathadbeenthemerestpassingfancycreatedinSueagreatzestforunpackingherobjectsandlookingatthem；andatbedtime，whenshewassureofbeingundisturbed，sheunrobedthedivinitiesincomfort。Placingthepairoffiguresonthechestofdrawers，acandleoneachsideofthem，shewithdrewtothebed，flungherselfdownthereon，andbeganreadingabookshehadtakenfromherbox，whichMissFontoverknewnothingof。ItwasavolumeofGibbon，andshereadthechapterdealingwiththereignofJuliantheApostate。
　　Occasionallyshelookedupatthestatuettes，whichappearedstrangeandoutofplace，therehappeningtobeaCalvaryprinthangingbetweenthem，and，asifthescenesuggestedtheaction，sheatlengthjumpedupandwithdrewanotherbookfromherbox-avolumeofverse-andturnedtothefamiliarpoem-Thouhastconquered，OpaleGalilean：
　　Theworldhasgrowngreyfromthybreath！whichshereadtotheend。Presentlysheputoutthecandles，undressed，andfinallyextinguishedherownlight。
　　Shewasofanagewhichusuallysleepssoundly，yetto-nightshekeptwakingup，andeverytimesheopenedhereyestherewasenoughdiffusedlightfromthestreettoshowherthewhiteplasterfigures，standingonthechestofdrawersinoddcontrasttotheirenvironmentoftextandmartyr，andtheGothic-framedCrucifix-picturethatwasonlydiscerniblenowasaLatincross，thefigurethereonbeingobscuredbytheshades。
　　Ononeoftheseoccasionsthechurchclocksstrucksomesmallhour。Itfellupontheearsofanotherpersonwhosatbendingoverhisbooksatanotverydistantspotinthesamecity。BeingSaturdaynightthemorrowwasoneonwhichJudehadnotsethisalarm-clocktocallhimathisusuallyearlytime，andhencehehadstayedup，aswashiscustom，twoorthreehourslaterthanhecouldaffordtodoonanyotherdayoftheweek。JustthenhewasearnestlyreadingfromhisGriesbach’stext。
　　AttheverytimethatSuewastossingandstaringatherfigures，thepolicemanandbelatedcitizenspassingalongunderhiswindowmighthaveheard，iftheyhadstoodstill，strangesyllablesmumbledwithfervourwithin-wordsthathadforJudeanindescribableenchantment：inexplicablesoundssomethinglikethese：-
　　`Allheminheistheoshopater，exhoutapanta，kaihemeiseisauton：’
　　Tillthesoundsrolledwithreverentloudness，asabookwasheardtoclose：-
　　`KaiheisKuriosIesousChristos，dihoutapantakaihemeisdiautou！’
　　JudetheObscureChapter15II-ivHewasahandymanathistrade，anall-roundman，asartizansincountry-townsareapttobe。InLondonthemanwhocarvesthebossorknobofleafagedeclinestocutthefragmentofmouldingwhichmergesinthatleafage，asifitwereadegradationtodothesecondhalfofonewhole。WhentherewasnotmuchGothicmouldingforJudetorun，ormuchwindow-traceryonthebankers，hewouldgooutletteringmonumentsortombstones，andtakeapleasureinthechangeofhandiwork。
　　Thenexttimethathesawherwaswhenhewasonaladderexecutingajobofthissortinsideoneofthechurches。Therewasashortmorningservice，andwhentheparsonenteredJudecamedownfromhisladder，andsatwiththehalf-dozenpeopleformingthecongregation，tilltheprayershouldbeended，andhecouldresumehistapping。HedidnotobservetilltheservicewashalfoverthatoneofthewomenwasSue，whohadperforceaccompaniedtheelderlyMissFontoverthither。
　　Judesatwatchingherprettyshoulders，hereasy，curiouslynonchalantrisingsandsittings，andherperfunctorygenuflexions，andthoughtwhatahelpsuchanAnglicanwouldhavebeentohiminhappiercircumstances。
　　Itwasnotsomuchhisanxietytogetonwithhisworkthatmadehimgouptoitimmediatelytheworshipersbegantotaketheirleave：itwasthathedarednot，inthisholyspot，confrontthewomanwhowasbeginningtoinfluencehiminsuchanindescribablemanner。ThosethreeenormousreasonswhyhemustnotattemptintimateacquaintancewithSueBridehead，nowthathisinterestinherhadshownitselftobeunmistakablyofasexualkind，loomedasstubbornlyasever。Butitwasalsoobviousthatmancouldnotlivebyworkalone；thattheparticularmanJude，atanyrate，wantedsomethingtolove。Somemenwouldhaverushedincontinentlytoher，snatchedthepleasureofeasyfriendshipwhichshecouldhardlyrefuse，andhavelefttheresttochance。NotsoJude-atfirst。
　　Butasthedays，andstillmoreparticularlythelonelyevenings，draggedalong，hefoundhimself，tohismoralconsternation，tobethinkingmoreofherinsteadofthinkinglessofher，andexperiencingafearfulblissindoingwhatwaserratic，informal，andunexpected。Surroundedbyherinfluenceallday，walkingpastthespotsshefrequented，hewasalwaysthinkingofher，andwasobligedtoowntohimselfthathisconsciencewaslikelytobetheloserinthisbattle。
　　Tobesureshewasalmostanidealitytohimstill。Perhapstoknowherwouldbetocurehimselfofthisunexpectedandunauthorizedpassion。
　　Avoicewhisperedthat，thoughhedesiredtoknowher，hedidnotdesiretobecured。
　　Therewasnottheleastdoubtthatfromhisownorthodoxpointofviewthesituationwasgrowingimmoral。ForSuetobethelovedoneofamanwhowaslicensedbythelawsofhiscountrytoloveArabellaandnoneotheruntohislife’send，wasaprettybadsecondbeginningwhenthemanwasbentonsuchacourseasJudepurposed。Thisconvictionwassorealwithhimthatonedaywhen，aswasfrequent，hewasatworkinaneighbouringvillagechurchalone，hefeltittobehisdutytoprayagainsthisweakness。Butmuchashewishedtobeanexemplarinthesethingshecouldnotgeton。Itwasquiteimpossible，hefound，toasktobedeliveredfromtemptationwhenyourheart’sdesirewastobetempteduntoseventytimesseven。Soheexcusedhimself。`Afterall，’hesaid，`itisnotaltogetheranerotolepsythatisthematterwithme，asatthatfirsttime。Icanseethatsheisexceptionallybright；anditispartlyawishforintellectualsympathy，andacravingforloving-kindnessinmysolitude。’Thushewentonadoringher，fearingtorealizethatitwashumanperversity。ForwhateverSue’svirtues，talents，orecclesiasticalsaturation，itwascertainthatthoseitemswerenotatallthecauseofhisaffectionforher。
　　Onanafternoonatthistimeayounggirlenteredthestone-mason’syardwithsomehesitation，and，liftingherskirtstoavoiddragglingtheminthewhitedust，crossedtowardstheoffice。
　　`That’sanicegirl，’saidoneofthemenknownasUncleJoe。
　　`Whoisshe？’askedanother。
　　`Idon’tknow-I’veseenherabouthereandthere。Why，yes，she’sthedaughterofthatcleverchapBrideheadwhodidallthewroughtironworkatSt。Silas’tenyearsago，andwentawaytoLondonafterwards。
　　Idon’tknowwhathe’sdoingnow-notmuchIfancy-asshe’scomebackhere。’
　　MeanwhiletheyoungwomanhadknockedattheofficedoorandaskedifMr。JudeFawleywasatworkintheyard。ItsohappenedthatJudehadgoneoutsomewhereorotherthatafternoon，whichinformationshereceivedwithalookofdisappointment，andwentawayimmediately。WhenJudereturnedtheytoldhim，anddescribedher，whereuponheexclaimed，`Why-that’smycousinSue！’
　　Helookedalongthestreetafterher，butshewasoutofsight。
　　Hehadnolongeranythoughtofaconscientiousavoidanceofher，andresolvedtocalluponherthatveryevening。Andwhenhereachedhislodginghefoundanotefromher-afirstnote-oneofthosedocumentswhich，simpleandcommonplaceinthemselves，areseenretrospectivelytohavebeenpregnantwithimpassionedconsequences。Theveryunconsciousnessofaloomingdramawhichisshowninsuchinnocentfirstepistlesfromwomentomen，orviceversa，makesthem，whensuchadramafollows，andtheyarereadoverbythepurpleorluridlightofit，allthemoreimpressive，solemn，andincases，terrible。
　　Sue’swasofthemostartlessandnaturalkind。SheaddressedhimasherdearcousinJude；saidshehadonlyjustlearntbythemerestaccidentthathewaslivinginChristminster，andreproachedhimwithnotlettingherknow。Theymighthavehadsuchnicetimestogether，shesaid，forshewasthrownmuchuponherself，andhadhardlyanycongenialfriend。
　　Butnowtherewaseveryprobabilityofhersoongoingaway，sothatthechanceofcompanionshipwouldbelostperhapsforever。
　　AcoldsweatoverspreadJudeatthenewsthatshewasgoingaway。
　　Thatwasacontingencyhehadneverthoughtof，anditspurredhimtowriteallthemorequicklytoher。Hewouldmeetherthatveryevening，hesaid，onehourfromthetimeofwriting，atthecrossinthepavementwhichmarkedthespotoftheMartyrdoms。
　　Whenhehaddespatchedthenotebyaboyheregrettedthatinhishurryheshouldhavesuggestedtohertomeethimoutofdoors，whenhemighthavesaidhewouldcalluponher。Itwas，infact，thecountrycustomtomeetthus，andnothingelsehadoccurredtohim。Arabellahadbeenmetinthesameway，unfortunately，anditmightnotseemrespectabletoadeargirllikeSue。However，itcouldnotbehelpednow，andhemovedtowardsthepointafewminutesbeforethehour，undertheglimmerofthenewlylightedlamps。
　　Thebroadstreetwassilent，andalmostdeserted，althoughitwasnotlate。Hesawafigureontheotherside，whichturnedouttobehers，andtheybothconvergedtowardsthecrossmarkatthesamemoment。
　　Beforeeitherhadreacheditshecalledouttohim：
　　`Iamnotgoingtomeetyoujustthere，forthefirsttimeinmylife！Comefurtheron。’
　　Thevoice，thoughpositiveandsilvery，hadbeentremulous。Theywalkedoninparallellines，and，waitingherpleasure，Judewatchedtillsheshowedsignsofclosingin，whenhedidlikewise，theplacebeingwherethecarriers’cartsstoodinthedaytime，thoughtherewasnoneonthespotthen。
　　`IamsorrythatIaskedyoutomeetme，anddidn’tcall，’beganJudewiththebashfulnessofalover。`ButIthoughtitwouldsavetimeifweweregoingtowalk。’
　　`Oh-Idon’tmindthat，’shesaidwiththefreedomofafriend。
　　`Ihavereallynoplacetoaskanybodyinto。WhatImeantwasthattheplaceyouchosewassohorrid-IsupposeIoughtnottosayhorrid-I
　　meangloomyandinauspiciousinitsassociations……Butisn’titfunnytobeginlikethis，whenIdon’tknowyouyet？’Shelookedhimupanddowncuriously，thoughJudedidnotlookmuchather。
　　`YouseemtoknowmemorethanIknowyou，’sheadded。
　　`Yes-Ihaveseenyounowandthen。’
　　`AndyouknewwhoIwas，anddidn’tspeak？AndnowIamgoingaway！’
　　`Yes。That’sunfortunate。Ihavehardlyanyotherfriend。Ihave，indeed，oneveryoldfriendheresomewhere，butIdon’tquiteliketocallonhimjustyet。Iwonderifyouknowanythingofhim-Mr。Phillotson？
　　AparsonsomewhereaboutthecountyIthinkheis。’
　　`No-IonlyknowofoneMr。Phillotson。Helivesalittlewayoutinthecountry，atLumsdon。He’savillageschoolmaster。’
　　`Ah！Iwonderifhe’sthesame。Surelyitisimpossible！Onlyaschoolmasterstill！DoyouknowhisChristianname-isitRichard？’
　　`Yes-itis；I’vedirectedbookstohim，thoughI’veneverseenhim。’
　　`Thenhecouldn’tdoit！’
　　Jude’scountenancefell，forhowcouldhesucceedinanenterprisewhereinthegreatPhillotsonhadfailed？HewouldhavehadadayofdespairifthenewshadnotarrivedduringhissweetSue’spresence，butevenatthismomenthehadvisionsofhowPhillotson’sfailureinthegranduniversityschemewoulddepresshimwhenshehadgone。
　　`Aswearegoingtotakeawalk，supposewegoandcalluponhim？’
　　saidJudesuddenly。`Itisnotlate。’
　　Sheagreed，andtheywentalongupahill，andthroughsomeprettilywoodedcountry。Presentlytheembattledtowerandsquareturretofthechurchroseintothesky，andthentheschool-house。TheyinquiredofapersoninthestreetifMr。Phillotsonwaslikelytobeathome，andwereinformedthathewasalwaysathome。Aknockbroughthimtotheschool-housedoor，withacandleinhishandandalookofinquiryonhisface，whichhadgrownthinandcarewornsinceJudelastseteyesonhim。
　　ThatafteralltheseyearsthemeetingwithMr。Phillotsonshouldbeofthishomelycomplexiondestroyedatonestrokethehalowhichhadsurroundedtheschool-master’sfigureinJude’simaginationeversincetheirparting。ItcreatedinhimatthesametimeasympathywithPhillotsonasanobviouslymuchchastenedanddisappointedman。Judetoldhimhisname，andsaidhehadcometoseehimasanoldfriendwhohadbeenkindtohiminhisyouthfuldays。
　　`Idon’trememberyouintheleast，’saidtheschool-masterthoughtfully。
　　`Youwereoneofmypupils，yousay？Yes，nodoubt；buttheynumbersomanythousandsbythistimeofmylife，andhavenaturallychangedsomuch，thatIrememberveryfewexceptthequiterecentones。’
　　`ItwasoutatMarygreen，’saidJude，wishinghehadnotcome。
　　`Yes。Iwasthereashorttime。Andisthisanoldpupil，too？’
　　`No-that’smycousin……Iwrotetoyouforsomegrammars，ifyourecollect，andyousentthem？’