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Henchard went home, apparently satisfied. But in the morning, when his jealous temper had passed away, his heart sank within him at what he had said and done. He was the more disturbed when he found that this time Farfrae was determined to take him at his word. Elizabeth-Jane had perceived from Henchard's manner that in assenting to dance she had made a mistake of some kind.
Among the other urgent reasons for his presence had been the need of his authority to send to Budmouth for a second physician; and when at length Farfrae did come back he was in a state bordering on distraction at his misconception of Henchard's motives. A messenger was despatched to Budmouth, late as it had grown; the night wore on, and the other doctor came in the small hours.
Then Abel Whittle left, and Henchard and Farfrae; and Elizabeth saw no more of them. Now there was good reason for this command on Henchard's part. Poor Abel, as he was called, had an inveterate habit of over-sleeping himself and coming late to his work.
"'Tis somebody else that I have married! I was so desperate so afraid of being forced to anything else so afraid of revelations that would quench his love for me, that I resolved to do it offhand, come what might, and purchase a week of happiness at any cost!" "You have married Mr. Farfrae!" cried Elizabeth-Jane, in Nathan tones Lucetta bowed. She had recovered herself.
So together they went on, first down the West Walk, and then into the Bowling Walk, till Farfrae said, "It's like that I'm going to leave you soon." She faltered, "Why?" "Oh as a mere matter of business nothing more. But we'll not concern ourselves about it it is for the best. I hoped to have another dance with you." She said she could not dance in any proper way. "Nay, but you do!
"But, Farfrae, others see what you don't. Henchard hates 'ee ay, hates 'ee; and 'tis right that you should know it. To my knowledge he was at the Three Mariners last night, saying in public that about you which a man ought not to say about another." "Is that so ah, is that so?" said Farfrae, looking down.
Farfrae was always considerate to his fallen acquaintance; but it was impossible that he should not, by degrees, cease to regard the ex-corn-merchant as more than one of his other workmen. Henchard saw this, and concealed his feelings under a cover of stolidity, fortifying his heart by drinking more freely at the Three Mariners every evening.
Thus she could not account for this interest by her own attractiveness, and she decided that it might be apparent only a way of turning his eyes that Mr. Farfrae had.
"No, no it is not so serious as ye fancy," declared Farfrae soothingly; though he did not know its seriousness so well as she. "I wish you would do what we have talked of," mournfully remarked Lucetta. "Give up business, and go away from here. We have plenty of money, and why should we stay?"
Hitherward Henchard often resorted, glass in hand, and scanned the hedgeless Via for it was the original track laid out by the legions of the Empire to a distance of two or three miles, his object being to read the progress of affairs between Farfrae and his charmer. One day Henchard was at this spot when a masculine figure came along the road from Budmouth, and lingered.
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