Jude was at that moment in a railway train that was drawing near to Alfredston, oddly swathed, pale as a monumental figure in alabaster, and much stared at by other passengers. An hour later his thin form, in the long great-coat and blanket he had come with, but without an umbrella, could have been seen walking along the five-mile road to Marygreen. On his face showed the determined purpose that alone sustained him, but to which has weakness afforded a sorry foundation. By the up-hill walk he was quite blown, but he pressed on; and at half-past three o'clock stood by the familiar well at Marygreen. The rain was keeping everybody indoors; Jude crossed the green to the church without observation, and found the building open. Here he stood, looking forth at the school, whence he could hear the usual sing-song tones of the little voices that had not learnt Creation's groan.

He waited till a small boy came from the school - one evidently allowed out before hours for some reason or other. Jude held up his hand, and the child came.

`Please call at the schoolhouse and ask Mrs. Phillotson if she will be kind enough to come to the church for a few minutes.'

The child departed, and Jude heard him knock at the door of the dwelling. He himself went further into the church. Everything was new, except a few pieces of carving preserved from the wrecked old fabric, now fixed against the new walls. He stood by these: they seemed akin to the perished people of that place who were his ancestors and Sue's.

A light footstep, which might have been accounted no more than an added drip to the rainfall, sounded in the porch, and he looked round.

`Oh - I didn't think it was you! I didn't - Oh, Jude!' A hysterical catch in her breath ended in a succession of them. He advanced, but she quickly recovered and went back.

`Don't go - don't go!' he implored. `This is my last time! I thought it would be less intrusive than to enter your house. And I shall never come again. Don't then be unmerciful. Sue, Sue! We are acting by the letter; and 'the letter killeth'!'

`I'll stay - I won't be unkind!' she said, her mouth quivering and her tears flowing as she allowed him to come closer. `But why did you come, and do this wrong thing, after doing such a right thing as you have done?'

`What right thing?'

`Marrying Arabella again. It was in the Alfredston paper. She has never been other than yours, Jude - in a proper sense. And therefore you did so well - Oh so well! - in recognizing it - and taking her to you again.'

`God above - and is that all I've come to hear? If there is anything more degrading, immoral, unnatural, than another in my life, it is this meretricious contract with Arabella which has been called doing the right thing! And you too - you call yourself Phillotson's wife! His wife! You are mine.'

`Don't make me rush away from you - I can't bear much! But on this point I am decided.'

`I cannot understand how you did it - how you think it - I cannot!'

`Never mind that. He is a kind husband to me - And I - I've wrestled and struggled, and fasted, and prayed. I have nearly brought my body into complete subjection. And you mustn't - will you - wake - '

`Oh you darling little fool; where is your reason? You seem to have suffered the loss of your faculties! I would argue with you if I didn't know that a woman in your state of feeling is quite beyond all appeals to her brains. Or is it that you are humbugging yourself, as so many women do about these things; and