The physician had produced a box from his waistcoat pocket, and Arabella was induced to make the purchase.
“At the same time,” continued he, when the pills were paid for, “you have the advantage of me, Mrs.— Surely not Mrs. Fawley, once Miss Donn, of the vicinity of Marygreen?”
“Yes. But Mrs. Cartlett now.”
“Ah—you lost him, then? Promising young fellow! A pupil of mine, you know. I taught him the dead languages. And believe me, he soon knew nearly as much as I.”
“I lost him; but not as you think,” said Arabella dryly. “The lawyers untied us. There he is, look, alive and lusty; along with that young woman, entering the art exhibition.”
“Ah—dear me! Fond of her, apparently.”
“They say they are cousins.”
“Cousinship is a great convenience to their feelings, I should say?”
“Yes. So her husband thought, no doubt, when he divorced her… Shall we look at the pictures, too?”
The trio followed across the green and entered. Jude and Sue, with the child, unaware of the interest they were exciting, had gone up to a model at one end of the building, which they regarded with considerable attention for a long while before they went on. Arabella and her friends came to it in due course, and the inscription it bore was: “Model of Cardinal College, Christminster; by J. Fawley and S. F. M. Bridehead.”