"That and other things.
And there is no reason to wish it.
We gave up all ambition, and were never so happy in our lives till his illness came."
"Where are you living?"
"I don't care to say."
"Here in Kennetbridge?"
Sue's manner showed Arabella that her random guess was right.
"Here comes the boy back again," continued Arabella.
"My boy and Jude's!"
Sue's eyes darted a spark.
"You needn't throw that in my face!" she cried.
"Very well—though I half-feel as if I should like to have him with me! … But Lord, I don't want to take him from 'ee—ever I should sin to speak so profane—though I should think you must have enough of your own! He's in very good hands, that I know; and I am not the woman to find fault with what the Lord has ordained.
I've reached a more resigned frame of mind."
"Indeed!
I wish I had been able to do so."
"You should try," replied the widow, from the serene heights of a soul conscious not only of spiritual but of social superiority.
"I make no boast of my awakening, but I'm not what I was.
After Cartlett's death I was passing the chapel in the street next ours, and went into it for shelter from a shower of rain.
I felt a need of some sort of support under my loss, and, as 'twas righter than gin, I took to going there regular, and found it a great comfort.
But I've left London now, you know, and at present I am living at Alfredston, with my friend Anny, to be near my own old country.
I'm not come here to the fair to-day.
There's to be the foundation-stone of a new chapel laid this afternoon by a popular London preacher, and I drove over with Anny.
Now I must go back to meet her."
Then Arabella wished Sue good-bye, and went on.
VIII
In the afternoon Sue and the other people bustling about Kennetbridge fair could hear singing inside the placarded hoarding farther down the street.
Those who peeped through the opening saw a crowd of persons in broadcloth, with hymn-books in their hands, standing round the excavations for the new chapel-walls.
Arabella Cartlett and her weeds stood among them.
She had a clear, powerful voice, which could be distinctly heard with the rest, rising and falling to the tune, her inflated bosom being also seen doing likewise.
It was two hours later on the same day that Anny and Mrs. Cartlett, having had tea at the Temperance Hotel, started on their return journey across the high and open country which stretches between Kennetbridge and Alfredston.
Arabella was in a thoughtful mood; but her thoughts were not of the new chapel, as Anny at first surmised.
"No—it is something else," at last said Arabella sullenly.
"I came here to-day never thinking of anybody but poor Cartlett, or of anything but spreading the Gospel by means of this new tabernacle they've begun this afternoon.
But something has happened to turn my mind another way quite.
Anny, I've heard of un again, and I've seen her!"
"Who?"
"I've heard of Jude, and I've seen his wife.
And ever since, do what I will, and though I sung the hymns wi' all my strength, I have not been able to help thinking about 'n; which I've no right to do as a chapel member."
"Can't ye fix your mind upon what was said by the London preacher to-day, and try to get rid of your wandering fancies that way?"
"I do. But my wicked heart will ramble off in spite of myself!"
"Well—I know what it is to have a wanton mind o' my own, too!
If you on'y knew what I do dream sometimes o' nights quite against my wishes, you'd say I had my struggles!" (Anny, too, had grown rather serious of late, her lover having jilted her.)
"What shall I do about it?" urged Arabella morbidly.
"You could take a lock of your late-lost husband's hair, and have it made into a mourning brooch, and look at it every hour of the day."
"I haven't a morsel!—and if I had 'twould be no good… After all that's said about the comforts of this religion, I wish I had Jude back again!"
"You must fight valiant against the feeling, since he's another's.
And I've heard that another good thing for it, when it afflicts volupshious widows, is to go to your husband's grave in the dusk of evening, and stand a long while a-bowed down."
"Pooh!
I know as well as you what I should do; only I don't do it!"
They drove in silence along the straight road till they were within the horizon of Marygreen, which lay not far to the left of their route.