When the other travellers closed their eyes,which they did one by one -even the kitten curling itself up in the basket,weary of its too circumscribed play -the boy remained just as before.He then seemed to be doubly awake,like an enslaved and dwarfed divinity,sitting passive and regarding his companions as if he saw their whole rounded lives rather than their immediate figures.
This was Arabella's boy.With her usual carelessness she had postponed writing to Jude about him till the eve of his landing,when she could absolutely postpone no longer,though she had known for weeks of his approaching arrival,and had,as she truly said,visited Aldbrickham mainly to reveal the boy's existence and his near home-coming to Jude.This very day on which she had received her former husband's answer at some time in the afternoon,the child reached the London Docks,and the family in whose charge he had come,having put him into a cab for Lambeth and directed the cabman to his mother's house,bade him good-bye,and went their way.
On his arrival at the Three Horns,Arabella had looked him over with an expression that was as good as saying,'You are very much what I expected you to be,'had given him a good meal,a little money,and,late as it was getting,dispatched him to Jude by the next train,wishing her husband Cartlett,who was out,not to see him.
The train reached Aldbrickham,and the boy was deposited on the lonely platform beside his box.The collector took his ticket and,with a meditative sense of the unfitness of things,asked him where he was going by himself at that time of night.
'Going to Spring Street,'said the little one impassively.
'Why,that's a long way from here;a'most out in the country;and the folks will be gone to bed.'
'I've got to go there.'
'You must have a fly for your box.'
'No.I must walk.'
'Oh well:you'd better leave your box here and send for it.There's a 'bus goes half-way,but you'll have to walk the rest.'
'I am not afraid.'
'Why didn't your friends come to meet 'ee?'
'I suppose they didn't know I was coming.'
'Who is your friends?'
'Mother didn't wish me to say.'
'All I can do,then,is to take charge of this.Now walk as fast as you can.'
Saying nothing further the boy came out into the street,looking round to see that nobody followed or observed him.When he had walked some little distance he asked for the street of his destination.He was told to go straight on quite into the outskirts of the place.
The child fell into a steady mechanical creep which had in it an impersonal quality -the movement of the wave,or of the breeze,or of the cloud.He followed his directions literally,without an inquiring gaze at anything.It could have been seen that the boy's ideas of life were different from those of the local boys.Children begin with detail,and learn up to the general;they begin with the contiguous,and gradually comprehend the universal.The boy seemed to have begun with the generals of life,and never to have concerned himself with the particulars.To him the houses,the willows,the obscure fields beyond,were apparently regarded not as brick residences,pollards,meadows;but as human dwellings in the abstract,vegetation,and the wide dark world.
He found the way to the little lane,and knocked at the door of Jude's house.Jude had just retired to bed,and Sue was about to enter her chamber adjoining when she heard the knock and came down.
'Is this where Father lives?'asked the child.
'Who?'
'Mr.Fawley,that's his name.'
Sue ran up to Jude's room and told him,and he hurried down as soon as he could,though to her impatience he seemed long.
'What -is it he -so soon?'she asked as Jude came.
She scrutinized the child's features,and suddenly went away into the little sitting-room adjoining.Jude lifted the boy to a level with himself,keenly regarded him with gloomy tenderness,and telling him he would have been met if they had known of his coming so soon,set him provisionally in a chair whilst he went to look for Sue,whose supersensitiveness was disturbed,as he knew.He found her in the dark,bending over an arm-chair.
He enclosed her with his arm,and putting his face by hers,whispered,'What's the matter?'
'What Arabella says is true -true!I see you in him!'
'Well:that's one thing in my life as it should be,at any rate.'
'But the other half of him is -she !And that's what Ican't bear!But I ought to -I'll try to get used to it;yes,I ought!'
'Jealous little Sue!I withdraw all remarks about your ***lessness.
Never mind!Time may right things....And Sue,darling;I have an idea!
We'll educate and train him with a view to the university.What I couldn't accomplish in my own person perhaps I can carry out through him?They are ****** it easier for poor students now,you know.'
'Oh you dreamer!'said she,and holding his hand returned to the child with him.The boy looked at her as she had looked at him.'Is it you who's my real mother at last?'he inquired.
'Why?Do I look like your father's wife?'
'Well,yes;'cept he seems fond of you,and you of him.Can Icall you Mother?'
Then a yearning look came over the child and he began to cry.
Sue thereupon could not refrain from instantly doing likewise,being a harp which the least wind of emotion from another's heart could make to vibrate as readily as a radical stir in her own.
'You may call me Mother,if you wish to,my poor dear!'she said,bending her cheek against his to hide her tears.
'What's this round your neck?'asked Jude with affected calmness.
'The key of my box that's at the station.'
They bustled about and got him some supper,and made him up a temporary bed,where he soon fell asleep.Both went and looked at him as he lay.
'He called you Mother two or three times before he dropped off,'murmured Jude.'Wasn't it odd that he should have wanted to!'
