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But Elizabeth-Jane noticed that, though this filling went on with great promptness up and down the table, nobody filled the Mayor's glass, who still drank large quantities of water from the tumbler behind the clump of crystal vessels intended for wine and spirits. "They don't fill Mr. Henchard's wine-glasses," she ventured to say to her elbow acquaintance, the old man.
Suppose he were to communicate to Farfrae the fact that his betrothed was not the child of Michael Henchard at all legally, nobody's child; how would that correct and leading townsman receive the information? He might possibly forsake Elizabeth-Jane, and then she would be her step-sire's own again. Henchard shuddered, and exclaimed, "God forbid such a thing!
Elizabeth-Jane peeped through the shoulders of those in front, saw what it was, and was terrified; and then her interest in the spectacle as a strange phenomenon got the better of her fear. Farfrae, with Mayoral authority, immediately rose to the occasion. He seized Henchard by the shoulder, dragged him back, and told him roughly to be off.
From this time forward Elizabeth-Jane found herself in a latitude of calm weather, kindly and grateful in itself, and doubly so after the Capharnaum in which some of her preceding years had been spent.
However, a something in Elizabeth-Jane soon assured him that, as regarded her, at least, there could be little doubt. And a few hours would settle the question of her mother's identity; for he had arranged in his note to see her that evening. "It never rains but it pours!" said Henchard.
"Oh only a little while?" murmured Elizabeth-Jane, her countenance slightly falling. "As a girl I lived about in garrison towns and elsewhere with my father, till I was quite flighty and unsettled. He was an officer in the army. I should not have mentioned this had I not thought it best you should know the truth." "Yes, yes."
She is now dead, and the husband comes paying me addresses again, saying, 'Now we'll complete our purposes. But, Elizabeth-Jane, all this amounts to a new courtship of me by him; I was absolved from all vows by the return of the other woman." "Have you not lately renewed your promise?" said the younger with quiet surmise. She had divined Man Number One. "That was wrung from me by a threat."
He's engaged just now," said the young man, apparently not recognizing her as the girl at the inn. He handed her a chair, bade her sit down and turned to his sample-bags again. While Elizabeth-Jane sits waiting in great amaze at the young man's presence we may briefly explain how he came there.
Two men were indeed talking in the adjoining chamber, the young Scotchman and Henchard, who, having entered the inn while Elizabeth-Jane was in the kitchen waiting for the supper, had been deferentially conducted upstairs by host Stannidge himself. The girl noiselessly laid out their little meal, and beckoned to her mother to join her, which Mrs.
"Michael Henchard have busted out drinking after taking nothing for twenty-one years!" Elizabeth-Jane jumped up, put on her things, and went out. At this date there prevailed in Casterbridge a convivial custom scarcely recognized as such, yet none the less established.
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