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There was a depth of thirty or forty feet to the ground; here was the spot on which he had been standing with Farfrae when Elizabeth-Jane had seen him lift his arm, with many misgivings as to what the movement portended. He retired a few steps into the loft and waited.
Reaching home he seemed to recollect something with a sour satisfaction. He called Elizabeth-Jane. Seeing how he looked when she entered she appeared alarmed. "Nothing to find fault with," he said, observing her concern. "Only I want to caution you, my dear. That man, Farfrae it is about him.
Lucetta regarded him with a critical interest. He was quite a new type of person to her. At last his eye fell upon the lady's and their glances met. "Ay, now, I'm wearying you!" he exclaimed. She said, "No, indeed," colouring a shade. "What then?" "Quite otherwise. You are most interesting." It was now Farfrae who showed the modest pink. "I mean all you Scotchmen," she added in hasty correction.
She explained how the death of her aunt had prevented her taking the journey on that day. "And what became of the parcel then?" she asked. He could not say he would consider. When she was gone he recollected that he had left a heap of useless papers in his former dining-room safe built up in the wall of his old house now occupied by Farfrae. The letters might have been amongst them.
But, alas! for Henchard; he had lost his good name. They would not believe him, taking his words but as the frothy utterances of recklessness. Henchard, in a state of bitter anxiety and contrition, determined to seek Farfrae himself.
"I know what you think," deprecated Henchard running after, almost bowed down with despair as he perceived the image of unscrupulous villainy that he assumed in his former friend's eyes. "But I am not what you think!" he cried hoarsely. "Believe me, Farfrae; I have come entirely on your own and your wife's account. She is in danger. I know no more; and they want you to come.
Lucetta, light as a sylph, ran forward and seized his hands, whereupon Farfrae duly kissed her. "Oh!" she cried playfully, turning to the window. "See the blinds are not drawn down, and the people can look in what a scandal!" When the candles were lighted, the curtains drawn, and the twain sat at tea, she noticed that he looked serious.
He knew there had been something of the nature of wooing between Henchard and the now Mrs. Farfrae; and his vague ideas on the subject narrowed themselves down to these: Henchard had a parcel belonging to Mrs. Farfrae, and he had reasons for not returning that parcel to her in person. What could be inside it?
He is taking her home. They are almost there by this time." "And you are sure she can get home?" Elizabeth-Jane was quite sure. "Your stepfather saved her?" "Entirely." Farfrae checked his horse's pace; she guessed why. He was thinking that it would be best not to intrude on the other two just now.
In the situation which their marriage would create he could see no locus standi for himself at all. Farfrae would never recognize him more than superciliously; his poverty ensured that, no less than his past conduct. And so Elizabeth would grow to be a stranger to him, and the end of his life would be friendless solitude. With such a possibility impending he could not help watchfulness.
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