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Arabella lay facing the window, and did not at once turn her head: and Sue was wicked enough, despite her penitence, to wish for a moment that Jude could behold her forerunner now, with the daylight full upon her. She may have seemed handsome enough in profile under the lamps, but a frowsiness was apparent this morning; and the sight of her own fresh charms in the looking-glass made Sue's manner bright, till she reflected what a meanly sexual emotion this was in her, and hated herself for it. ¡¡¡¡ "I've just looked in to see if you got back comfortably last night, that's all," she said gently. "I was afraid afterwards
oil paintingthat you might have met with any mishap?" ¡¡¡¡ "Oh--how stupid this is! I thought my visitor was--your friend-- your husband--Mrs. Fawley, as I suppose you call yourself?" said Arabella, flinging her head back upon the pillows with a disappointed toss, and ceasing to retain the dimple she had just taken the trouble to produce. ¡¡¡¡ "Indeed I don't," said Sue. ¡¡¡¡ "Oh, I thought you might have, even if he's not really yours. Decency is decency, any hour of the twenty-four." ¡¡¡¡ "I don't know what you mean," said Sue stiffly. "He is mine, if you come to that!" ¡¡¡¡ "He wasn't yesterday." ¡¡¡¡ Sue coloured roseate, and said "How do you know?"