“No interference in the case of desperate intentions, for instance? Well, perhaps not, in a direct way. Perhaps not. But will you come and walk with me, and I will show ’ee what I mean.”
She agreed willingly, and he took her over the highway, and by the lonely path to Ten Hatches. He walked restlessly, as if some haunting shade, unseen of her, hovered round him and troubled his glance. She would gladly have talked of Lucetta, but feared to disturb him. When they got near the weir he stood still, and asked her to go forward and look into the pool, and tell him what she saw.
She went, and soon returned to him. “Nothing,” she said.
“Go again,” said Henchard, “and look narrowly.”
She proceeded to the river brink a second time. On her return, after some delay, she told him that she saw something floating round and round there; but what it was she could not discern. It seemed to be a bundle of old clothes.
“Are they like mine?” asked Henchard.
“Well—they are. Dear me—I wonder if—Father, let us go away!”
“Go and look once more; and then we will get home.”
She went back, and he could see her stoop till her head was close to the margin of the pool. She started up, and hastened back to his side.
“Well,” said Henchard; “what do you say now?”