Jude the Obsure - Page 300/318

"It is like you to insult a lawful wife by asking such a thing!"

"It is just in order not to insult you that I ask you to do it. You

know I love Sue. I don't wish to mince the matter--there stands the

fact: I love her. I could find a dozen ways of sending a letter to

her without your knowledge. But I wish to be quite above-board with

you, and with her husband. A message through you asking her to come

is at least free from any odour of intrigue. If she retains any of

her old nature at all, she'll come."

"You've no respect for marriage whatever, or its rights and duties!"

"What DOES it matter what my opinions are--a wretch like me! Can

it matter to anybody in the world who comes to see me for half an

hour--here with one foot in the grave! ... Come, please write,

Arabella!" he pleaded. "Repay my candour by a little generosity!"

"I should think NOT!"

"Not just once?--Oh do!" He felt that his physical weakness had

taken away all his dignity.

"What do you want HER to know how you are for? She don't want to see

'ee. She's the rat that forsook the sinking ship!"

"Don't, don't!"

"And I stuck to un--the more fool I! Have that strumpet in the house

indeed!"

Almost as soon as the words were spoken Jude sprang from the chair,

and before Arabella knew where she was he had her on her back upon a

little couch which stood there, he kneeling above her.

"Say another word of that sort," he whispered, "and I'll kill

you--here and now! I've everything to gain by it--my own death not

being the least part. So don't think there's no meaning in what I

say!"

"What do you want me to do?" gasped Arabella.

"Promise never to speak of her."

"Very well. I do."

"I take your word," he said scornfully as he loosened her. "But what

it is worth I can't say."

"You couldn't kill the pig, but you could kill me!"

"Ah--there you have me! No--I couldn't kill you--even in a passion.

Taunt away!"

He then began coughing very much, and she estimated his life with an

appraiser's eye as he sank back ghastly pale. "I'll send for her,"

Arabella murmured, "if you'll agree to my being in the room with you

all the time she's here."