Whentheothertravellersclosedtheireyes,whichtheydidonebyone-eventhekittencurlingitselfupinthebasket,wearyofitstoocircumscribedplay-theboyremainedjustasbefore。Hethenseemedtobedoublyawake,likeanenslavedanddwarfeddivinity,sittingpassiveandregardinghiscompanionsasifhesawtheirwholeroundedlivesratherthantheirimmediatefigures。
ThiswasArabella’sboy。WithherusualcarelessnessshehadpostponedwritingtoJudeabouthimtilltheeveofhislanding,whenshecouldabsolutelypostponenolonger,thoughshehadknownforweeksofhisapproachingarrival,andhad,asshetrulysaid,visitedAldbrickhammainlytorevealtheboy’sexistenceandhisnearhome-comingtoJude。Thisverydayonwhichshehadreceivedherformerhusband’sansweratsometimeintheafternoon,thechildreachedtheLondonDocks,andthefamilyinwhosechargehehadcome,havingputhimintoacabforLambethanddirectedthecabmantohismother’shouse,badehimgood-bye,andwenttheirway。
OnhisarrivalattheThreeHorns,Arabellahadlookedhimoverwithanexpressionthatwasasgoodassaying,`YouareverymuchwhatIexpectedyoutobe,’hadgivenhimagoodmeal,alittlemoney,and,lateasitwasgetting,dispatchedhimtoJudebythenexttrain,wishingherhusbandCartlett,whowasout,nottoseehim。
ThetrainreachedAldbrickham,andtheboywasdepositedonthelonelyplatformbesidehisbox。Thecollectortookhisticketand,withameditativesenseoftheunfitnessofthings,askedhimwherehewasgoingbyhimselfatthattimeofnight。
`GoingtoSpringStreet,’saidthelittleoneimpassively。
`Why,that’salongwayfromhere;a’mostoutinthecountry;
andthefolkswillbegonetobed。’
`I’vegottogothere。’
`Youmusthaveaflyforyourbox。’
`No。Imustwalk。’
`Ohwell:you’dbetterleaveyourboxhereandsendforit。There’sa’busgoeshalf-way,butyou’llhavetowalktherest。’
`Iamnotafraid。’
`Whydidn’tyourfriendscometomeet’ee?’
`Isupposetheydidn’tknowIwascoming。’
`Whoisyourfriends?’
`Motherdidn’twishmetosay。’
`AllIcando,then,istotakechargeofthis。Nowwalkasfastasyoucan。’
Sayingnothingfurthertheboycameoutintothestreet,lookingroundtoseethatnobodyfollowedorobservedhim。Whenhehadwalkedsomelittledistanceheaskedforthestreetofhisdestination。Hewastoldtogostraightonquiteintotheoutskirtsoftheplace。
Thechildfellintoasteadymechanicalcreepwhichhadinitanimpersonalquality-themovementofthewave,orofthebreeze,orofthecloud。Hefollowedhisdirectionsliterally,withoutaninquiringgazeatanything。Itcouldhavebeenseenthattheboy’sideasoflifeweredifferentfromthoseofthelocalboys。Childrenbeginwithdetail,andlearnuptothegeneral;theybeginwiththecontiguous,andgraduallycomprehendtheuniversal。Theboyseemedtohavebegunwiththegeneralsoflife,andnevertohaveconcernedhimselfwiththeparticulars。Tohimthehouses,thewillows,theobscurefieldsbeyond,wereapparentlyregardednotasbrickresidences,pollards,meadows;butashumandwellingsintheabstract,vegetation,andthewidedarkworld。
Hefoundthewaytothelittlelane,andknockedatthedoorofJude’shouse。Judehadjustretiredtobed,andSuewasabouttoenterherchamberadjoiningwhensheheardtheknockandcamedown。
`IsthiswhereFatherlives?’askedthechild。
`Who?’
`Mr。Fawley,that’shisname。’
SueranuptoJude’sroomandtoldhim,andhehurrieddownassoonashecould,thoughtoherimpatienceheseemedlong。
`What-isithe-sosoon?’sheaskedasJudecame。
Shescrutinizedthechild’sfeatures,andsuddenlywentawayintothelittlesitting-roomadjoining。Judeliftedtheboytoalevelwithhimself,keenlyregardedhimwithgloomytenderness,andtellinghimhewouldhavebeenmetiftheyhadknownofhiscomingsosoon,sethimprovisionallyinachairwhilsthewenttolookforSue,whosesupersensitivenesswasdisturbed,asheknew。Hefoundherinthedark,bendingoveranarm-chair。
Heenclosedherwithhisarm,andputtinghisfacebyhers,whispered,`What’sthematter?’
`WhatArabellasaysistrue-true!Iseeyouinhim!’
`Well:that’sonethinginmylifeasitshouldbe,atanyrate。’
`Buttheotherhalfofhimis-she!Andthat’swhatI
can’tbear!ButIoughtto-I’lltrytogetusedtoit;yes,Iought!’
`JealouslittleSue!Iwithdrawallremarksaboutyoursexlessness。
Nevermind!Timemayrightthings……AndSue,darling;Ihaveanidea!
We’lleducateandtrainhimwithaviewtotheuniversity。WhatIcouldn’taccomplishinmyownpersonperhapsIcancarryoutthroughhim?Theyaremakingiteasierforpoorstudentsnow,youknow。’
`Ohyoudreamer!’saidshe,andholdinghishandreturnedtothechildwithhim。Theboylookedatherasshehadlookedathim。`Isityouwho’smyrealmotheratlast?’heinquired。
`Why?DoIlooklikeyourfather’swife?’
`Well,yes;’ceptheseemsfondofyou,andyouofhim。CanI
callyouMother?’
Thenayearninglookcameoverthechildandhebegantocry。
Suethereuponcouldnotrefrainfrominstantlydoinglikewise,beingaharpwhichtheleastwindofemotionfromanother’sheartcouldmaketovibrateasreadilyasaradicalstirinherown。
`YoumaycallmeMother,ifyouwishto,mypoordear!’shesaid,bendinghercheekagainsthistohidehertears。
`What’sthisroundyourneck?’askedJudewithaffectedcalmness。
`Thekeyofmyboxthat’satthestation。’
Theybustledaboutandgothimsomesupper,andmadehimupatemporarybed,wherehesoonfellasleep。Bothwentandlookedathimashelay。
`HecalledyouMothertwoorthreetimesbeforehedroppedoff,’
murmuredJude。`Wasn’titoddthatheshouldhavewantedto!’
`Well-itwassignificant,’saidSue。`There’smoreforustothinkaboutinthatonelittlehungryheartthaninallthestarsofthesky……Isuppose,dear,wemustpluckupcourage,andgetthatceremonyover?Itisnousestrugglingagainstthecurrent,andIfeelmyselfgettingintertwinedwithmykind。OhJude,you’lllovemedearly,won’tyou,afterwards!Idowanttobekindtothischild,andtobeamothertohim;andouraddingthelegalformtoourmarriagemightmakeiteasierforme。’
JudetheObscureChapter38V-ivTheirnextandsecondattemptthereatwasmoredeliberatelymade,thoughitwasbegunonthemorningfollowingthesingularchild’sarrivalattheirhome。
Himtheyfoundtobeinthehabitofsittingsilent,hisquaintandweirdfaceset,andhiseyesrestingonthingstheydidnotseeinthesubstantialworld。
`HisfaceislikethetragicmaskofMelpomene,’saidSue。`Whatisyourname,dear?Didyoutellus?’
`LittleFatherTimeiswhattheyalwayscalledme。Itisanickname;
becauseIlooksoaged,theysay。’
`Andyoutalkso,too,’saidSuetenderly。`Itisstrange,Jude,thatthesepreternaturallyoldboysalmostalwayscomefromnewcountries。
Butwhatwereyouchristened?’
`Ineverwas。’
`Whywasthat?’
`Because,ifIdiedindamnation,’twouldsavetheexpenseofaChristianfuneral。’
`Oh-yournameisnotJude,then?’saidhisfatherwithsomedisappointment。
Theboyshookhishead。`Neverheerdonit。’
`Ofcoursenot,’saidSuequickly;`sinceshewashatingyouallthetime!’
`We’llhavehimchristened,’saidJude;andprivatelytoSue:
`Thedaywearemarried。’Yettheadventofthechilddisturbedhim。
Theirpositionlentthemshyness,andhavinganimpressionthatamarriageatasuperintendentregistrar’sofficewasmoreprivatethananecclesiasticalone,theydecidedtoavoidachurchthistime。BothSueandJudetogetherwenttotheofficeofthedistricttogivenotice:theyhadbecomesuchcompanionsthattheycouldhardlydoanythingofimportanceexceptineachother’scompany。
JudeFawleysignedtheformofnotice,Suelookingoverhisshoulderandwatchinghishandasittracedthewords。Asshereadthefour-squareundertaking,neverbeforeseenbyher,intowhichherownandJude’snameswereinserted,andbywhichthatveryvolatileessence,theirloveforeachother,wassupposedtobemadepermanent,herfaceseemedtogrowpainfullyapprehensive。`NamesandSurnamesoftheParties’-theyweretobepartiesnow,notlovers,shethought。`Condition’-ahorrididea-
`RankorOccupation’-`Age’-`Dwellingat’-`LengthofResidence’-
`ChurchorBuildinginwhichtheMarriageistobesolemnized’-`DistrictandCountyinwhichthePartiesrespectivelydwell。’
`Itspoilsthesentiment,doesn’tit!’shesaidontheirwayhome。
`Itseemsmakingamoresordidbusinessofiteventhansigningthecontractinavestry。Thereisalittlepoetryinachurch。Butwe’lltrytogetthroughwithit,dearest,now。’
`Wewill。`Forwhatmanishethathathbetrothedawifeandhathnottakenher?Lethimgoandreturnuntohishouse,lesthedieinthebattle,andanothermantakeher。’SosaidtheJewishlaw-giver。’
`HowyouknowtheScriptures,Jude!Youreallyoughttohavebeenaparson。Icanonlyquoteprofanewriters!’
DuringtheintervalbeforetheissuingofthecertificateSue,inherhousekeepingerrands,sometimeswalkedpasttheoffice,andfurtivelyglancinginsawaffixedtothewallthenoticeofthepurposedclinchtotheirunion。Shecouldnotbearitsaspect。Comingafterherpreviousexperienceofmatrimony,alltheromanceoftheirattachmentseemedtobestarvedawaybyplacingherpresentcaseinthesamecategory。ShewasusuallyleadinglittleFatherTimebythehand,andfanciedthatpeoplethoughthimhers,andregardedtheintendedceremonyasthepatchingupofanolderror。
MeanwhileJudedecidedtolinkhispresentwithhispastinsomeslightdegreebyinvitingtotheweddingtheonlypersonremainingonearthwhowasassociatedwithhisearlylifeatMarygreen-theagedwidowMrs。
Edlin,whohadbeenhisgreat-aunt’sfriendandnurseinherlastillness。
Hehardlyexpectedthatshewouldcome;butshedid,bringingsingularpresents,intheformofapples,jam,brasssnuffers,anancientpewterdish,awarming-pan,andanenormousbagofgoosefeatherstowardsabed。
ShewasallottedthespareroominJude’shouse,whithersheretiredearly,andwheretheycouldhearherthroughtheceilingbelow,honestlysayingtheLord’sPrayerinaloudvoice,astheRubricdirected。
As,however,shecouldnotsleep,anddiscoveredthatSueandJudewerestillsittingup-itbeinginfactonlyteno’clock-shedressedherselfagainandcamedown,andtheyallsatbythefiretillalatehour-FatherTimeincluded;though,asheneverspoke,theywerehardlyconsciousofhim。
`Well,Ibain’tsetagainstmarryingasyourgreat-auntwas,’
saidthewidow。`AndIhope’twillbeajocundweddingforyeinallrespectsthistime。Nobodycanhopeitmore,knowingwhatIdoofyourfamilies,whichismore,Isuppose,thananybodyelsenowliving。Fortheyhavebeenunluckythatway,Godknows。’
Suebreatheduneasily。
`Theywasalwaysgood-heartedpeople,too-wouldn’tkillaflyiftheyknowedit,’continuedtheweddingguest。`Butthingshappenedtothwart’em,andifeverythingwasn’tvittytheywereupset。Nodoubtthat’showhethatthetaleistoldofcametodowhat’adid-ifhewereoneofyourfamily。’
`Whatwasthat?’saidJude。
`Well-thattale,yeknow;hethatwasgibbetedjustonthebrowofthehillbytheBrownHouse-notfarfromthemilestonebetweenMarygreenandAlfredston,wheretheotherroadbranchesoff。ButLord,’twasinmygrandfather’stime;anditmedn’havebeenoneofyourfolkatall。’
`Iknowwherethegibbetissaidtohavestood,verywell,’murmuredJude。`ButIneverheardofthis。What-didthisman-myancestorandSue’s-killhiswife?’
`’Twernotthatexactly。Sheranawayfromhim,withtheirchild,toherfriends;andwhileshewastherethechilddied。Hewantedthebody,toburyitwherehispeoplelay,butshewouldn’tgiveitup。Herhusbandthencameinthenightwithacart,andbrokeintothehousetostealthecoffinaway;buthewascatched,andbeingobstinate,wouldn’ttellwhathebrokeinfor。Theybroughtitinburglary,andthat’swhyhewashangedandgibbetedonBrownHouseHill。Hiswifewentmadafterhewasdead。
Butitmedn’tbetruethathebelongedtoyemorethantome。’
Asmallslowvoicerosefromtheshadeofthefireside,asifoutoftheearth:`IfIwasyou,Mother,Iwouldn’tmarryFather!’ItcamefromlittleTime,andtheystarted,fortheyhadforgottenhim。
`Oh,itisonlyatale,’saidSuecheeringly。