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PART III: Chapter 9
ON the morrow between nine and half-past they were journeying back to
Christminster, the only two occupants of a compartment in a third-class railway-
carriage. Having, like Jude, made rather a hasty toilet to catch the train, Arabella
looked a little frowsy, and her face was very far from possessing the animation
which had characterized it at the bar the night before. When they came out of the
station she found that she still had half an hour to spare before she was due at
the bar. They walked in silence a little way out of the town in the direction of
Alfredston. Jude looked up the far highway.
"Ah ... poor feeble me!" he murmured at last.
"What?" said she.
"This is the very road by which I came into Christminster years ago full of plans!"
"Well, whatever the road is I think my time is nearly up, as I have to be in the bar
by eleven o'clock. And as I said, I shan't ask for the day to go with you to see
your aunt. So perhaps we had better part here. I'd sooner not walk up Chief
Street with you, since we've come to no conclusion at all."
"Very well. But you said when we were getting up this morning that you had
something you wished to tell me before I left?"
"So I had--two things--one in particular. But you wouldn't promise to keep it a
secret. I'll tell you now if you promise? As an honest woman I wish you to know
it.... It was what I began telling you in the night--about that gentleman who
managed the Sydney hotel." Arabella spoke somewhat hurriedly for her. "You'll
keep it close?"
"Yes--yes--I promise!" said Jude impatiently. "Of course I don't want to reveal
"Whenever I met him out for a walk, he used to say that he was much taken with
my looks, and he kept pressing me to marry him. I never thought of coming back
to England again; and being out there in Australia, with no home of my own after
leaving my father, I at last agreed, and did."
"Yes. And lived with him till shortly before I left. It was stupid, I know; but I did!
There, now I've told you. Don't round upon me! He talks of coming back to
England, poor old chap. But if he does, he won't be likely to find me."
Jude stood pale and fixed.
"Why the devil didn't you tell me last, night!" he said.
"Well--I didn't.... Won't you make it up with me, then?"
"So in talking of 'your husband' to the bar gentlemen you meant him, of course--
"Of course.... Come, don't fuss about it."
"I have nothing more to say!" replied Jude. "I have nothing at all to say about the-
-crime--you've confessed to!"