"I expect I took too much liberty with her, somehow," Jude said to

himself, as he withdrew with a sigh and went on to Marygreen.

On Sunday morning the interior of Arabella's home was, as usual,

the scene of a grand weekly cooking, the preparation of the special

Sunday dinner. Her father was shaving before a little glass hung on

the mullion of the window, and her mother and Arabella herself were

shelling beans hard by. A neighbour passed on her way home from

morning service at the nearest church, and seeing Donn engaged at

the window with the razor, nodded and came in.

She at once spoke playfully to Arabella: "I zeed 'ee running with

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'un--hee-hee! I hope 'tis coming to something?"

Arabella merely threw a look of consciousness into her face without

raising her eyes.

"He's for Christminster, I hear, as soon as he can get there."

"Have you heard that lately--quite lately?" asked Arabella with a

jealous, tigerish indrawing of breath.

"Oh no! But it has been known a long time that it is his plan. He's

on'y waiting here for an opening. Ah well: he must walk about with

somebody, I s'pose. Young men don't mean much now-a-days. 'Tis a sip

here and a sip there with 'em. 'Twas different in my time."

When the gossip had departed Arabella said suddenly to her mother:

"I want you and Father to go and inquire how the Edlins be, this

evening after tea. Or no--there's evening service at Fensworth--you

can walk to that."

"Oh? What's up to-night, then?"

"Nothing. Only I want the house to myself. He's shy; and I can't

get un to come in when you are here. I shall let him slip through my

fingers if I don't mind, much as I care for 'n!"

"If it is fine we med as well go, since you wish."

In the afternoon Arabella met and walked with Jude, who had now

for weeks ceased to look into a book of Greek, Latin, or any other

tongue. They wandered up the slopes till they reached the green

track along the ridge, which they followed to the circular British

earth-bank adjoining, Jude thinking of the great age of the trackway,

and of the drovers who had frequented it, probably before the Romans

knew the country. Up from the level lands below them floated the

chime of church bells. Presently they were reduced to one note,

which quickened, and stopped.

"Now we'll go back," said Arabella, who had attended to the sounds.




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