Chapter 10WHILE she still sat under the Scotchman's eyes a man came up to the door, reaching it as Henchard opened the door of the inner office to admit Elizabeth. The new-comer stepped forward like the quicker cripple at Bethesda, and entered in her stead. She could hear his words to Henchard: "Joshua Jopp, sir - by appointment - the new manager."
"The new manager! - he's in his office," said Henchard bluntly.
"In his office!" said the man, with a stultified air.
"I mentioned Thursday," said Henchard; "and as you did not keep your appointment, I have engaged another manager. At first I thought he must be you. Do you think I can wait when business is in question?"
"You said Thursday or Saturday, sir," said the new-comer, pulling out a letter.
"Well, you are too late," said the corn-factor. "I can say no more."
"You as good as engaged me," murmured the man.
"Subject to an interview," said Henchard. "I am sorry for you - very sorry indeed. But it can't be helped."
There was no more to be said, and the man came out, encountering Elizabeth-Jane in his passage. She could see that his mouth twitched with anger, and that bitter disappointment was written in his face everywhere.
Elizabeth-Jane now entered, and stood before the master of the premises. His dark pupils - which always seemed to have a red spark of light in them, though this could hardly be a physical fact - turned indifferently round under his dark brows until they rested on her figure. "Now then, what is it, my young woman?" he said blandly.
"Can I speak to you - not on business, sir?" said she.
"Yes - I suppose." He looked at her more thoughtfully.
"I am sent to tell you, sir," she innocently went on, "that a distant relative of yours by marriage, Susan Newson, a sailor's widow, is in the town; and to ask whether you would wish to see her."
The rich rouge-et-noir of his countenance underwent a slight change. "Oh - Susan is - still alive?" he asked with difficulty.
"Are you her daughter?"
"Yes sir - her only daughter."
"What - do you call yourself - your Christian name?"
This at once suggested to Henchard that the transaction of his early married life at Weydon Fair was unrecorded in the family history. It was more than he could have expected. His wife had behaved kindly to him in return for his unkindness, and had never proclaimed her wrong to her child or to the world.
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