`I have never forgotten it. It was that which brought me to this part of the country, and out here to see you to-night.'

`Come in,' said Phillotson. `And your cousin, too.'

They entered the parlour of the school-house, where there was a lamp with a paper shade, which threw the light down on three or four books. Phillotson took it off, so that they could see each other better, and the rays fell on the nervous little face and vivacious dark eyes and hair of Sue, on the earnest features of her cousin, and on the schoolmaster's own maturer face and figure, showing him to be a spare and thoughtful personage of five-and-forty, with a thin-lipped, somewhat refined mouth, a slightly stooping habit, and a black frock coat, which from continued frictions shone a little at the shoulder-blades, the middle of the back, and the elbows.

The old friendship was imperceptibly renewed, the schoolmaster speaking of his experiences, and the cousins of theirs. He told them that he still thought of the Church sometimes, and that though he could not enter it as he had intended to do in former years he might enter it as a licentiate. Meanwhile, he said, he was comfortable in his present position, though he was in want of a pupil-teacher.

They did not stay to supper, Sue having to be indoors before it grew late, and the road was retraced to Christminster. Though they had talked of nothing more than general subjects, Jude was surprised to find what a revelation of woman his cousin was to him. She was so vibrant that everything she did seemed to have its source in feeling. An exciting thought would make her walk ahead so fast that he could hardly keep up with her; and her sensitiveness on some points was such that it might have been misread as vanity. It was with heart-sickness he perceived that, while her sentiments towards him were those of the frankest friendliness only, he loved her more than before becoming acquainted with her; and the gloom of the walk home lay not in the night overhead, but in the thought of her departure.

`Why must you leave Christminster?' he said regretfully. `How can you do otherwise than cling to a city in whose history such men as Newman, Pusey, Ward, Keble, loom so large!'

`Yes - they do. Though how large do they loom in the history of the world? ... What a funny reason for caring to stay! I should never have thought of it!' She laughed.

`Well - I must go,' she continued. `Miss Fontover, one of the partners whom I serve, is offended with me, and I with her; and it is best to go.'

`How did that happen?'

`She broke some statuary of mine.'

`Oh? Wilfully?'

`Yes. She found it in my room, and though it was my property she threw it on the floor and stamped on it, because it was not according to her taste, and ground the arms and the head of one of the figures all to bits with her heel - a horrid thing!'

`Too Catholic-Apostolic for her, I suppose? No doubt she called them popish images and talked of the invocation of saints.'

`No.... No, she didn't do that. She saw the matter quite differently.'

`Ah! Then I am surprised!'

`Yes. It was for quite some other reason that she didn't like my patron-saints. So I was led to retort upon her; and the end of it was that I resolved not to stay, but to get into an occupation in which I shall be more independent.'