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her marriage?

He proceeded to draw a picture of the alternativeā ā€”himself living like a fangless lion about the back rooms of a house in which his stepdaughter was mistress; an inoffensive old man, tenderly smiled on by Elizabeth, and good-naturedly tolerated by her husband. It was terrible to his pride to think of descending so low; and yet, for the girlā€™s sake he might put up with anything; even from Farfrae; even snubbings and masterful tongue-scourgings. The privilege of being in the house she occupied would almost outweigh the personal humiliation.

Whether this were a dim possibility or the reverse, the courtshipā ā€”which it evidently now wasā ā€”had an absorbing interest for him.

Elizabeth, as has been said, often took her walks on the Budmouth Road, and Farfrae as often made it convenient to create an accidental meeting with her there. Two miles out, a quarter of a mile from the highway, was the prehistoric fort called Mai Dun, of huge dimensions and many ramparts, within or upon whose enclosures a human being as seen from the road, was but an insignificant speck. Hitherward Henchard often resorted, glass in hand, and scanned the hedgeless Viaā ā€”for it was the original track laid out by the legions of the Empireā ā€”to a distance of two or three miles, his object being to read the progress of affairs between Farfrae and his charmer.

One day Henchard was at this spot when a masculine figure came along the road from Budmouth, and lingered. Applying his telescope to his eye Henchard expected that Farfraeā€™s features would be disclosed as usual. But the lenses revealed that today the man was not Elizabeth-Janeā€™s lover.

It was one clothed as a merchant captain; and as he turned in the scrutiny of the road he revealed his face. Henchard lived a lifetime the moment he saw it. The face was Newsonā€™s.

Henchard dropped the glass, and for some seconds made no other movement. Newson waited, and Henchard waitedā ā€”if that could be called a waiting which was a transfixture. But Elizabeth-Jane did not come. Something or other had caused her to neglect her customary walk that day. Perhaps Farfrae and she had chosen another road for varietyā€™s sake. But what did that amount to? She might be here tomorrow, and in any case Newson, if bent on a private meeting and a revelation of the truth to her, would soon make his opportunity.

Then he would tell her not only of his paternity, but of the ruse by which he had been once sent away. Elizabethā€™s strict nature would cause her for the first time to despise her stepfather, would root out his image as that of an arch-deceiver, and Newson would reign in her heart in his stead.

But Newson did not see anything of her that morning. Having stood still awhile he at last retraced his steps, and Henchard felt like a condemned man who has a few hoursā€™ respite. When he reached his own house he found her there.

ā€œO father!ā€ she said innocently. ā€œI have had a letterā ā€”a strange oneā ā€”not signed. Somebody has asked me to meet him, either on the Budmouth Road at noon today, or in the evening at Mr. Farfraeā€™s. He says he came to see me some time ago, but a trick was played him, so that he did not see me. I donā€™t understand it; but between you and me I think Donald is at the bottom of the mystery, and that it is a relation of his who wants to pass an opinion on his choice. But I did not like to go till I had seen you. Shall I go?ā€

Henchard replied heavily, ā€œYes; go.ā€

The question of his remaining in Casterbridge was forever disposed of by this closing in of Newson on the scene. Henchard was not the man to stand the certainty of condemnation on a matter so near his heart. And being an old hand at bearing anguish in silence, and haughty withal, he resolved to make as light as he could of his intentions, while immediately taking his measures.

He surprised the young woman, whom he had looked upon as his all in this world by saying to her, as if he did not care about her more: ā€œI am going to leave Casterbridge, Elizabeth-Jane.ā€

ā€œLeave Casterbridge!ā€ she cried, ā€œand leaveā ā€”me?ā€

ā€œYes, this little shop can be managed by you alone as well as by us both; I donā€™t care about shops and streets and folkā ā€”I would rather get into the country by myself, out of sight, and follow my own ways, and leave you to yours.ā€

She looked down and her tears fell silently. It seemed to her that this resolve of his had come on account of her attachment, and its probable result. She showed her devotion to Farfrae, however, by mastering her emotion and speaking out.

ā€œI am sorry you have decided on this,ā€ she said with difficult firmness. ā€œFor I thought it probableā ā€”possibleā ā€”that I might marry Mr. Farfrae some little time hence, and I did not know that you disapproved of the step!ā€

ā€œI approve of anything you desire to do, Izzy,ā€ said Henchard huskily. ā€œIf I did not approve it would be no matter! I wish to go away. My presence might make things awkward in the future; and, in short, it is best that I go.ā€

Nothing that her affection could urge would induce him to reconsider his determination; for she could not urge what she did not knowā ā€”that when she should learn he was not related to her other than as a stepparent she would refrain from despising him, and that when she knew what he had done to keep her in ignorance she would refrain from hating him. It was his conviction that she would not so refrain; and there existed as yet neither word nor event which could argue it away.

ā€œThen,ā€ she said at last, ā€œyou will not be able to come to my wedding; and that is not as it ought to be.ā€

ā€œI donā€™t want to see itā ā€”I donā€™t want to see it!ā€ he exclaimed; adding

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