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Lucetta looked embarrassed, and Henchard continued: "For we humble workmen here feel it a great honour that a lady should look in and take an interest in us." She glanced at him entreatingly; the sarcasm was too bitter, too unendurable. "Can you tell me the time, ma'am?" he asked. "Yes," she said hastily; "half-past four." "Thank 'ee. An hour and a half longer before we are released from work.
Near her was a barn the single building of any kind within her horizon. She strained her eyes up the lessening road, but nothing appeared thereon not so much as a speck. She sighed one word "Donald!" and turned her face to the town for retreat. Here the case was different. A single figure was approaching her Elizabeth-Jane's. Lucetta, in spite of her loneliness, seemed a little vexed.
"A pensioner of Farfrae's wife not I! Don't stay with me longer I shall say something worse. Go home!" She disappeared under the trees of the south walk as the band came round the corner, awaking the echoes of every stock and stone in celebration of her happiness. Lucetta took no heed, but ran up the back street and reached her own home unperceived.
She told Elizabeth-Jane no more of the past attachment she had roughly adumbrated as the experiences of a third person; and Elizabeth, who in spite of her philosophy was very tender-hearted, sighed that night in bed at the thought that her pretty, rich Lucetta did not treat her to the full confidence of names and dates in her confessions.
During this interval Henchard and Lucetta had had experiences of a different kind. After Elizabeth's departure for the muff the corn-merchant opened himself frankly, holding her hand within his arm, though she would fain have withdrawn it. "Dear Lucetta, I have been very, very anxious to see you these two or three days," he said, "ever since I saw you last!
Their shouts and laughter had reached Henchard at the Market House, while he stood there waiting, and he had little doubt from the turn which Farfrae and Lucetta had taken that they were bound for the spot. Nearly the whole town had gone into the fields.
Lucetta, who knew her mistress more desired to see the letter than to know the time of day, without answering her question, again offered the rejected letter. Julia, angry that her maid should thus take the liberty of seeming to know what she really wanted, tore the letter in pieces, and threw it on the floor, ordering her maid once more out of the room.
"But but can I do nothing of a different kind?" said Lucetta. "I am full of gratitude to you you have saved my life. And your care of me is like coals of fire on my head! I am a monied person now. Surely I can do something in return for your goodness something practical?" Henchard remained in thought. He had evidently not expected this. "There is one thing you might do, Lucetta," he said.
Bold?" says she. "Because you have not favored me with a dance, Mistress Lucetta," said I, with a very low bow. "Fie, Mr. Bold," cries she, "when did you ask me?" I suppose I carried the same fierceness into my dancing, for after footing it for the space of a minute, Mistress Lucetta begged me to stop, saying she had no fancy for dancing with a whirlwind. "Take me to a seat, Mr. Bold.
While Proteus at Milan was thus injuring Valentine, Julia at Verona was regretting the absence of Proteus; and her regard for him at last so far overcame her sense of propriety that she resolved to leave Verona and seek her lover at Milan; and to secure herself from danger on the road she dressed her maiden Lucetta and herself in men's clothes,. and they set out in this disguise, and arrived at Milan soon after Valentine was banished from that, city through the treachery of Proteus.
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