The British Are Coming

The British Are Coming
The Broken Pitcher
The Jewel Casket
The Kitchen Maid
entered, Sue, who had been keeping indoors during his absence, laid out supper for him. Contrary to custom she did not speak. Jude had taken up some illustrated paper, which he perused till, raising his eyes, he saw that her face was troubled. ¡¡¡¡ "Are you depressed, Sue?" he said. ¡¡¡¡ She paused a moment. "I have a message for you," she answered. ¡¡¡¡ "Somebody has called?" ¡¡¡¡ "Yes. A woman." Sue's voice quavered as she spoke, and she suddenly sat down from her preparations, laid her hands in her lap, and looked into the fire. "I don't know whether I did right or not!" she continued. "I said you were not at home, and when she said she would wait, I said I thought you might not be able to see her." ¡¡¡¡ "Why did you say that, dear? I suppose she wanted a headstone. Was she in mourning?" ¡¡¡¡ "No. She wasn't in mourning, and she didn't want a headstone; and I thought you couldn't see her." Sue looked critically and imploringly at him. ¡¡¡¡ "But who was she? Didn't she say?" ¡¡¡¡ "No. She wouldn't give her name. But I know who she was--I think I do! It was Arabella!" ¡¡¡¡ "Heaven save us! What should Arabella come for? What made you think it was she?" ¡¡¡¡ "Oh, I can hardly tell. But I know it was! I feel perfectly certain it was--by the light in her eyes as she looked at me. She was a fleshy, coarse woman."