heretofore acquaintance . . . But oh, Penelope, th'st look
sick and sorry!'
'I am heartsick, that's all,' said she.
They could see in each other an emotion which neither wished to express,
and they stood thus a long time with tears in their eyes.
'He does not treat 'ee well, I hear,' said Sir William in a low voice.
'May God in Heaven forgive him; but it is asking a great deal!'
'Hush, hush!' said she hastily.
'Nay, but I will speak what I may honestly say,' he answered. 'I am not
under your roof, and my tongue is free. Why didst not wait for me,
Penelope, or send to me a more overt letter? I would have travelled
night and day to come!'
'Too late, William; you must not ask it,' said she, endeavouring to quiet
him as in old times. 'My husband just now is unwell. He will grow
better in a day or two, maybe. You must call again and see him before
you leave Casterbridge.'
As she said this their eyes met. Each was thinking of her lightsome
words about taking the three men in turn; each thought that two-thirds of
that promise had been fulfilled. But, as if it were unpleasant to her
that this recollection should have arisen, she spoke again quickly: 'Come
again in a day or two, when my husband will be well enough to see you.'
Sir William departed without entering the house, and she returned to Sir
John's chamber. He, rising from his pillow, said, 'To whom hast been
talking, wife, in the courtyard? I heard voices there.'
She hesitated, and he repeated the question more impatiently.
'I do not wish to tell you now,' said she.
'But I wooll know!' said he.
Then she answered, 'Sir William Hervy.'
'By G--- I thought as much!' cried Sir John, drops of perspiration
standing on his white face. 'A skulking villain! A sick man's ears are
keen, my lady. I heard that they were lover-like tones, and he called
'ee by your Christian name. These be your intrigues, my lady, when I am
off my legs awhile!'
'On my honour,' cried she, 'you do me a wrong. I swear I did not know of
his coming!'
'Swear as you will,' said Sir John, 'I don't believe 'ee.' And with this
he taunted her, and worked himself into a greater passion, which much
increased his illness. His lady sat still, brooding. There was that
upon her face which had seldom been there since her marriage; and she
seemed to think anew of what she had so lightly said in the days of her
freedom, when her three lovers were one and all coveting her h
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