Jude the Obsure

Unwilling to enter till the children were dismissed he remained here

till young voices could be heard in the open air, and girls in white

pinafores over red and blue frocks appeared dancing along the paths

which the abbess, prioress, subprioress, and fifty nuns had demurely

paced three centuries earlier. Retracing his steps he found that he

had waited too long, and that Sue had gone out into the town at the

heels of the last scholar, Mr. Phillotson having been absent all the

afternoon at a teachers' meeting at Shottsford.

Jude went into the empty schoolroom and sat down, the girl who was

sweeping the floor having informed him that Mrs. Phillotson would be

back again in a few minutes. A piano stood near--actually the old

piano that Phillotson had possessed at Marygreen--and though the dark

afternoon almost prevented him seeing the notes Jude touched them in

his humble way, and could not help modulating into the hymn which had

so affected him in the previous week.

A figure moved behind him, and thinking it was still the girl with

the broom Jude took no notice, till the person came close and laid

her fingers lightly upon his bass hand. The imposed hand was a

little one he seemed to know, and he turned.

"Don't stop," said Sue. "I like it. I learnt it before I left

Melchester. They used to play it in the training school."

"I can't strum before you! Play it for me."

"Oh well--I don't mind."

Sue sat down, and her rendering of the piece, though not remarkable,

seemed divine as compared with his own. She, like him, was evidently

touched--to her own surprise--by the recalled air; and when she

had finished, and he moved his hand towards hers, it met his own

half-way. Jude grasped it--just as he had done before her marriage.

"It is odd," she said, in a voice quite changed, "that I should care

about that air; because--"

"Because what?"

"I am not that sort--quite."

"Not easily moved?"

"I didn't quite mean that."

"Oh, but you ARE one of that sort, for you are just like me at

heart!"

"But not at head."

She played on and suddenly turned round; and by an unpremeditated

instinct each clasped the other's hand again.

She uttered a forced little laugh as she relinquished his quickly.

"How funny!" she said. "I wonder what we both did that for?"

"I suppose because we are both alike, as I said before."