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Updated: May 10, 2025
"Yes, yes; I suppose it is. But you know, Lucetta, I felt directly my poor ill-used Susan died, and when I could not bear the idea of marrying again, that after what had happened between us it was my duty not to let any unnecessary delay occur before putting things to rights. Still, I wouldn't call in a hurry, because well, you can guess how this money you've come into made me feel."
"A new man she liked better that's bad!" "Yes," said Lucetta, looking pained at a boy who was swinging the town pump-handle. "It is bad!
"As another man's wife it would injure the woman if it were known. "No, I shall not destroy them," murmured Henchard, putting the letters away. Then he arose, and Lucetta heard no more. She went back to her bedroom in a semi-paralyzed state. For very fear she could not undress, but sat on the edge of the bed, waiting. Would Henchard let out the secret in his parting words?
Now this was not strictly true; but that something about the young man that hyperborean crispness, stringency, and charm, as of a well-braced musical instrument, which had awakened the interest of Henchard, and of Elizabeth-Jane and of the Three Mariners' jovial crew, at sight, made his unexpected presence here attractive to Lucetta.
He then inquired into the circumstances; and seeing the state of his waggon and its load began hotly rating Farfrae's man. Lucetta and Elizabeth-Jane had by this time run down to the street corner, whence they watched the bright heap of new hay lying in the moon's rays, and passed and repassed by the forms of Henchard and the waggoners.
Lucetta had persisted in dragging her into the circle; but she had remained like an awkward third point which that circle would not touch. Susan Henchard's daughter bore up against the frosty ache of the treatment, as she had borne up under worse things, and contrived as soon as possible to get out of the inharmonious room without being missed.
Lucetta, forming the third and haloed figure, was opposite them; Elizabeth-Jane, being out of the game, and out of the group, could observe all from afar, like the evangelist who had to write it down: that there were long spaces of taciturnity, when all exterior circumstances were subdued to the touch of spoons and china, the click of a heel on the pavement under the window, the passing of a wheelbarrow or cart, the whistling of the carter, the gush of water into householders' buckets at the town-pump opposite, the exchange of greetings among their neighbours, and the rattle of the yokes by which they carried off their evening supply.
Elizabeth was only indirectly conscious of this; she had rung the bell, and was bending over Lucetta, who remained convulsed on the carpet in the paroxysms of an epileptic seizure. She rang again and again, in vain; the probability being that the servants had all run out of the house to see more of the Daemonic Sabbath than they could see within.
"There now I have got 'em all endways nicely!" "What's the woman like? Just say, and I can tell in a moment if 'tis meant for one I've in mind." "My why 'tis dressed just as SHE dressed when she sat in the front seat at the time the play-actors came to the Town Hall!" Lucetta started to her feet, and almost at the instant the door of the room was quickly and softly opened.
I think of home sometimes!" he said simply. "So do I as far as I can. But it was an old house where I was born, and they pulled it down for improvements, so I seem hardly to have any home to think of now." Lucetta did not add, as she might have done, that the house was in St. Helier, and not in Bath. "But the mountains, and the mists and the rocks, they are there! And don't they seem like home?"
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