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His keenly excited interest in his new friend the Scotchman was now eclipsed by this event, and Donald Farfrae saw so little of him during the rest of the day that he wondered at the suddenness of his employer's moods. In the meantime Elizabeth had reached the inn. Her mother, instead of taking the note with the curiosity of a poor woman expecting assistance, was much moved at sight of it.
Meanwhile Donald Farfrae had opened the gates of commerce on his own account at a spot on Durnover Hill as far as possible from Henchard's stores, and with every intention of keeping clear of his former friend and employer's customers. There was, it seemed to the younger man, room for both of them and to spare.
As soon as he recognized them he started. "What, Abel Whittle; is it that ye are heere?" said Farfrae. "Ay, yes sir! You see he was kind-like to mother when she wer here below, though 'a was rough to me." "Who are you talking of?" "O sir Mr. Henchet! Didn't ye know it? He's just gone about half-an-hour ago, by the sun; for I've got no watch to my name." "Not dead?" faltered Elizabeth-Jane.
When it was done this man of strong impulses declared that his new friend should take up his abode in his house at least till some suitable lodgings could be found. He then took Farfrae round and showed him the place, and the stores of grain, and other stock; and finally entered the offices where the younger of them has already been discovered by Elizabeth.
Farfrae saw him turn through the thoroughfare into Bull Stake and vanish down towards the Priory Mill. Meanwhile Elizabeth-Jane, in an upper room no larger than the Prophet's chamber, and with the silk attire of her palmy days packed away in a box, was netting with great industry between the hours which she devoted to studying such books as she could get hold of.
"And it may be Whittle, for he's never been to the yard these three weeks, going away without saying any word at all; and I owing him for two days' work, without knowing who to pay it to." The possibility led them to alight, and at least make an inquiry at the cottage. Farfrae hitched the reins to the gate-post, and they approached what was of humble dwellings surely the humblest.
"I didn't know you were there. I have kept the appointment, and am at your service." "O Mr. Farfrae," she faltered, "so have I. But I didn't know it was you who wished to see me, otherwise I " "I wished to see you? O no at least, that is, I am afraid there may be a mistake." "Didn't you ask me to come here? Didn't you write this?" Elizabeth held out her note. "No.
These letters are, in fact, related to that unhappy business. Though, thank God, it is all over now." "What became of the poor woman?" asked Farfrae. "Luckily she married, and married well," said Henchard. "So that these reproaches she poured out on me do not now cause me any twinges, as they might otherwise have done....Just listen to what an angry woman will say!"
That she had chosen for her afternoon walk the road along which she had returned to Casterbridge three hours earlier in a carriage was curious if anything should be called curious in concatenations of phenomena wherein each is known to have its accounting cause. It was the day of the chief market Saturday and Farfrae for once had been missed from his corn-stand in the dealers' room.
In haste, yours always, The excitement which these announcements produced in Henchard's gloomy soul was to him most pleasurable. He sat over his dining-table long and dreamily, and by an almost mechanical transfer the sentiments which had run to waste since his estrangement from Elizabeth-Jane and Donald Farfrae gathered around Lucetta before they had grown dry.
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