"Regularly—legally—in church?"
"Yes. And lived with him till shortly before I left. It was stupid, I know; but I did! There, now I've told you. Don't round upon me! He talks of coming back to England, poor old chap. But if he does, he won't be likely to find me."
Jude stood pale and fixed.
"Why the devil didn't you tell me last, night!" he said.
"Well—I didn't… Won't you make it up with me, then?"
"So in talking of 'your husband' to the bar gentlemen you meant him, of course—not me!"
"Of course… Come, don't fuss about it."
"I have nothing more to say!" replied Jude. "I have nothing at all to say about the—crime—you've confessed to!"
"Crime! Pooh. They don't think much of such as that over there! Lots of 'em do it… Well, if you take it like that I shall go back to him! He was very fond of me, and we lived honourable enough, and as respectable as any married couple in the colony! How did I know where you were?"
"I won't go blaming you. I could say a good deal; but perhaps it would be misplaced. What do you wish me to do?"