The acquaintance grew and ripened.Her situation,her history,her beauty,her age--a year or two above his own--all tended to make an impression on the young man's heart,and a reckless flirtation was soon in blithe progress upon that lonely shore.
It was said by her detractors afterwards that she had chosen her lodging to be near this gentleman,but there is reason to believe that she had never seen him till her arrival there.Just now Casterbridge was so deeply occupied with its own sad affairs--a daily burying of the dead and destruction of contaminated clothes and bedding--that it had little inclination to promulgate such gossip as may have reached its ears on the pair.Nobody long considered Laura in the tragic cloud which overhung all.
Meanwhile,on the Budmouth side of the hill the very mood of men was in contrast.The visitation there had been slight and much earlier,and normal occupations and pastimes had been resumed.Mr.Maumbry had arranged to see Laura twice a week in the open air,that she might run no risk from him;and,having heard nothing of the faint rumour,he met her as usual one dry and windy afternoon on the summit of the dividing hill,near where the high road from town to town crosses the old Ridge-way at right angles.
He waved his hand,and smiled as she approached,shouting to her:
'We will keep this wall between us,dear.'(Walls formed the field-fences here.)'You mustn't be endangered.It won't be for long,with God's help!'
'I will do as you tell me,Jack.But you are running too much risk yourself,aren't you?I get little news of you;but I fancy you are.''Not more than others.'
Thus somewhat formally they talked,an insulating wind beating the wall between them like a mill-weir.
'But you wanted to ask me something?'he added.
'Yes.You know we are trying in Budmouth to raise some money for your sufferers;and the way we have thought of is by a dramatic performance.They want me to take a part.'His face saddened.'I have known so much of that sort of thing,and all that accompanies it!I wish you had thought of some other way.'She said lightly that she was afraid it was all settled.'You object to my taking a part,then?Of course--'He told her that he did not like to say he positively objected.He wished they had chosen an oratorio,or lecture,or anything more in keeping with the necessity it was to relieve.
'But,'said she impatiently,'people won't come to oratorios or lectures!They will crowd to comedies and farces.'
'Well,I cannot dictate to Budmouth how it shall earn the money it is going to give us.Who is getting up this performance?'
'The boys of the -st.'
'Ah,yes;our old game!'replied Mr.Maumbry.'The grief of Casterbridge is the excuse for their frivolity.Candidly,dear Laura,I wish you wouldn't play in it.But I don't forbid you to.I leave the whole to your judgment.'
The interview ended,and they went their ways northward and southward.Time disclosed to all concerned that Mrs.Maumbry played in the comedy as the heroine,the lover's part being taken by Mr.
Vannicock.
CHAPTER VI
Thus was helped on an event which the conduct of the mutually-attracted ones had been generating for some time.
It is unnecessary to give details.The --st Foot left for Bristol,and this precipitated their action.After a week of hesitation she agreed to leave her home at Creston and meet Vannicock on the ridge hard by,and to accompany him to Bath,where he had secured lodgings for her,so that she would be only about a dozen miles from his quarters.
Accordingly,on the evening chosen,she laid on her dressing-table a note for her husband,running thus:-DEAR JACK--I am unable to endure this life any longer,and I have resolved to put an end to it.I told you I should run away if you persisted in being a clergyman,and now I am doing it.One cannot help one's nature.I have resolved to throw in my lot with Mr.
Vannicock,and I hope rather than expect you will forgive me.--L.
Then,with hardly a scrap of luggage,she went,ascending to the ridge in the dusk of early evening.Almost on the very spot where her husband had stood at their last tryst she beheld the outline of Vannicock,who had come all the way from Bristol to fetch her.
'I don't like meeting here--it is so unlucky!'she cried to him.
'For God's sake let us have a place of our own.Go back to the milestone,and I'll come on.'He went back to the milestone that stands on the north slope of the ridge,where the old and new roads diverge,and she joined him there.
She was taciturn and sorrowful when he asked her why she would not meet him on the top.At last she inquired how they were going to travel.
He explained that he proposed to walk to Mellstock Hill,on the other side of Casterbridge,where a fly was waiting to take them by a cross-cut into the Ivell Road,and onward to that town.The Bristol railway was open to Ivell.
This plan they followed,and walked briskly through the dull gloom till they neared Casterbridge,which place they avoided by turning to the right at the Roman Amphitheatre and bearing round to Durnover Cross.Thence the way was solitary and open across the moor to the hill whereon the Ivell fly awaited them.
'I have noticed for some time,'she said,'a lurid glare over the Durnover end of the town.It seems to come from somewhere about Mixen Lane.''The lamps,'he suggested.
'There's not a lamp as big as a rushlight in the whole lane.It is where the cholera is worst.'
By Standfast Corner,a little beyond the Cross,they suddenly obtained an end view of the lane.Large bonfires were burning in the middle of the way,with a view to purifying the air;and from the wretched tenements with which the lane was lined in those days persons were bringing out bedding and clothing.Some was thrown into the fires,the rest placed in wheel-barrows and wheeled into the moor directly in the track of the fugitives.
