tself over a pool in
which dace, trout, and minnows sported at ease among the long green locks
of weed that lay heaving and sinking with their roots towards the
current. At the end of ten minutes spent leaning thus, he drew from his
pocket the letter to his friend, tore it deliberately into such minute
fragments that scarcely two syllables remained in juxtaposition, and sent
the whole handful of shreds fluttering into the water. Here he watched
them eddy, dart, and turn, as they were carried downwards towards the
ocean and gradually disappeared from his view. Finally he moved off, and
pursued his way at a rapid pace back again to Mellstock Vicarage.

Nerving himself by a long and intense effort, he sat down in his study
and wrote as follows:

"DEAR MISS DAY,--The meaning of your words, 'the temptation is too
strong,' of your sadness and your tears, has been brought home to me
by an accident. I know to-day what I did not know yesterday--that you
are not a free woman.

"Why did you not tell me--why didn't you? Did you suppose I knew? No.
Had I known, my conduct in coming to you as I did would have been
reprehensible.

"But I don't chide you! Perhaps no blame attaches to you--I can't
tell. Fancy, though my opinion of you is assailed and disturbed in a
way which cannot be expressed, I love you still, and my word to you
holds good yet. But will you, in justice to an honest man who relies
upon your word to him, consider whether, under the circumstances, you
can honourably forsake him?--Yours ever sincerely,

"ARTHUR MAYBOLD."

He rang the bell. "Tell Charles to take these copybooks and this note to
the school at once."

The maid took the parcel and the letter, and in a few minutes a boy was
seen to leave the vicarage gate, with the one under his arm, and the
other in his hand. The vicar sat with his hand to his brow, watching the
lad as he descended Church Lane and entered the waterside path which
intervened between that spot and the school.

Here he was met by another boy, and after a free salutation and
pugilistic frisk had passed between the two, the second boy came on his
way to the vicarage, and the other vanished out of sight.

The boy came to the door, and a note for Mr. Maybold was brought in.

He knew the writing. Opening the envelope with an unsteady hand, he read
the subjoined words:

"DEAR MR. MAYBOLD,--I have been thinking seriously and sadly t