"You never see anything," she rejoined. Nevertheless Cartlett's view
of the lovers' or married pair's conduct was undoubtedly that of the
general crowd, whose attention seemed to be in no way attracted by
what Arabella's sharpened vision discerned.
"He's charmed by her as if she were some fairy!" continued Arabella.
"See how he looks round at her, and lets his eyes rest on her. I am
inclined to think that she don't care for him quite so much as he
does for her. She's not a particular warm-hearted creature to my
thinking, though she cares for him pretty middling much--as much as
she's able to; and he could make her heart ache a bit if he liked to
try--which he's too simple to do. There--now they are going across
to the cart-horse sheds. Come along."
"I don't want to see the cart-horses. It is no business of ours to
follow these two. If we have come to see the show let us see it in
our own way, as they do in theirs."
"Well--suppose we agree to meet somewhere in an hour's time--say at
that refreshment tent over there, and go about independent? Then you
can look at what you choose to, and so can I."
Cartlett was not loath to agree to this, and they parted--he
proceeding to the shed where malting processes were being exhibited,
and Arabella in the direction taken by Jude and Sue. Before,
however, she had regained their wake a laughing face met her own,
and she was confronted by Anny, the friend of her girlhood.
Anny had burst out in hearty laughter at the mere fact of the chance
encounter. "I am still living down there," she said, as soon as
she was composed. "I am soon going to be married, but my intended
couldn't come up here to-day. But there's lots of us come by
excursion, though I've lost the rest of 'em for the present."
"Have you met Jude and his young woman, or wife, or whatever she is?
I saw 'em by now."
"No. Not a glimpse of un for years!"
"Well, they are close by here somewhere. Yes--there they are--by
that grey horse!"
"Oh, that's his present young woman--wife did you say? Has he
married again?"
"I don't know."
"She's pretty, isn't she!"
"Yes--nothing to complain of; or jump at. Not much to depend on,
though; a slim, fidgety little thing like that."
"He's a nice-looking chap, too! You ought to ha' stuck to un,
Arabella."