There was no limit to the strange and unnecessary penances which Sue would meekly undertake when in a contrite mood; and this going to see all sorts of extraordinary persons whose relation to her was precisely of a kind that would have made other people shun them was her instinct ever, so that the request did not surprise him.

`And when you come back,' he added, `I'll be ready to go about the banns. You'll come with me?'

Sue agreed, and went off under cloak and umbrella letting Jude kiss her freely, and returning his kisses in a way she had never done before. Times had decidedly changed. `The little bird is caught at last!' she said, a sadness showing in her smile.

`No - only nested,' he assured her.

She walked along the muddy street till she reached the public house mentioned by Arabella, which was not so very far off. She was informed that Arabella had not yet left, and in doubt how to announce herself so that her predecessor in Jude's affections would recognize her, she sent up word that a friend from Spring Street had called, naming the place of Jude's residence. She was asked to step upstairs, and on being shown into a room found that it was Arabella's bedroom, and that the latter had not yet risen. She halted on the turn of her toe till Arabella cried from the bed, `Come in and shut the door,' which Sue accordingly did.

Arabella lay facing the window, and did not at once turn her head: and Sue was wicked enough, despite her penitence, to wish for a moment that Jude could behold her forerunner now, with the daylight full upon her. She may have seemed handsome enough in profile under the lamps, but a frowsiness was apparent this morning; and the sight of her own fresh charms in the looking-glass made Sue's manner bright, till she reflected what a meanly sexual emotion this was in her, and hated herself for it.

`I've just looked in to see if you got back comfortably last night, that's all,' she said gently. `I was afraid afterwards that you might have met with any mishap?'

`Oh - how stupid this is! I thought my visitor was - your friend - your husband - Mrs. Fawley, as I suppose you call yourself?' said Arabella, flinging her head back upon the pillows with a disappointed toss, and ceasing to retain the dimple she had just taken the trouble to produce.

`Indeed I don't,' said Sue.

`Oh, I thought you might have, even if he's not really yours. Decency is decency, any hour of the twenty- four.'

`I don't know what you mean,' said Sue stiffly. `He is mine, if you come to that!'

`He wasn't yesterday.'

Sue coloured roseate, and said `How do you know?'

`From your manner when you talked to me at the door. Well, my dear, you've been quick about it, and I expect my visit last night helped it on - ha-ha! But I don't want to get him away from you.'

Sue looked out at the rain, and at the dirty toilet-cover, and at the detached tail of Arabella's hair hanging on the looking-glass, just as it had done in Jude's time; and wished she had not come. In the pause there was a knock at the door, and the chambermaid brought in a telegram for `Mrs. Cartlett.'

Arabella opened it as she lay, and her ruffled look disappeared.

`I am much obliged to you for your anxiety about me,' she said blandly when the maid had gone; `but it is not necessary you should feel it. My man finds he can't do without me after all, and agrees to stand