The calendar at Melchester had been light,occupying the court only a few hours;and the assizes at Casterbridge,the next county-town on the Western Circuit,having no business for Raye,he had not gone thither.At the next town after that they did not open till the following Monday,trials to begin on Tuesday morning.In the natural order of things Raye would have arrived at the latter place on Monday afternoon;but it was not till the middle of Wednesday that his gown and grey wig,curled in tiers,in the best fashion of Assyrian bas-reliefs,were seen blowing and bobbing behind him as he hastily walked up the High Street from his lodgings.But though he entered the assize building there was nothing for him to do,and sitting at the blue baize table in the well of the court,he mended pens with a mind far away from the case in progress.Thoughts of unpremeditated conduct,of which a week earlier he would not have believed himself capable,threw him into a mood of dissatisfied depression.
He had contrived to see again the pretty rural maiden Anna,the day after the fair,had walked out of the city with her to the earthworks of Old Melchester,and feeling a violent fancy for her,had remained in Melchester all Sunday,Monday,and Tuesday;by persuasion obtaining walks and meetings with the girl six or seven times during the interval;had in brief won her,body and soul.
He supposed it must have been owing to the seclusion in which he had lived of late in town that he had given way so unrestrainedly to a passion for an artless creature whose inexperience had,from the first,led her to place herself unreservedly in his hands.Much he deplored trifling with her feelings for the sake of a passing desire;and he could only hope that she might not live to suffer on his account.
She had begged him to come to her again;entreated him;wept.He had promised that he would do so,and he meant to carry out that promise.
He could not desert her now.Awkward as such unintentional connections were,the interspace of a hundred miles--which to a girl of her limited capabilities was like a thousand--would effectually hinder this summer fancy from greatly encumbering his life;while thought of her simple love might do him the negative good of keeping him from idle pleasures in town when he wished to work hard.His circuit journeys would take him to Melchester three or four times a year;and then he could always see her.
The pseudonym,or rather partial name,that he had given her as his before knowing how far the acquaintance was going to carry him,had been spoken on the spur of the moment,without any ulterior intention whatever.He had not afterwards disturbed Anna's error,but on leaving her he had felt bound to give her an address at a stationer's not far from his chambers,at which she might write to him under the initials 'C.B.'
In due time Raye returned to his London abode,having called at Melchester on his way and spent a few additional hours with his fascinating child of nature.In town he lived monotonously every day.Often he and his rooms were enclosed by a tawny fog from all the world besides,and when he lighted the gas to read or write by,his situation seemed so unnatural that he would look into the fire and think of that trusting girl at Melchester again and again.
Often,oppressed by absurd fondness for her,he would enter the dim religious nave of the Law Courts by the north door,elbow other juniors habited like himself,and like him unretained;edge himself into this or that crowded court where a sensational case was going on,just as if he were in it,though the police officers at the door knew as well as he knew himself that he had no more concern with the business in hand than the patient idlers at the gallery-door outside,who had waited to enter since eight in the morning because,like him,they belonged to the classes that live on expectation.But he would do these things to no purpose,and think how greatly the characters in such scenes contrasted with the pink and breezy Anna.
An unexpected feature in that peasant maiden's conduct was that she had not as yet written to him,though he had told her she might do so if she wished.Surely a young creature had never before been so reticent in such circumstances.At length he sent her a brief line,positively requesting her to write.There was no answer by the return post,but the day after a letter in a neat feminine hand,and bearing the Melchester post-mark,was handed to him by the stationer.
The fact alone of its arrival was sufficient to satisfy his imaginative sentiment.He was not anxious to open the epistle,and in truth did not begin to read it for nearly half-an-hour,anticipating readily its terms of passionate retrospect and tender adjuration.When at last he turned his feet to the fireplace and unfolded the sheet,he was surprised and pleased to find that neither extravagance nor vulgarity was there.It was the most charming little missive he had ever received from woman.To be sure the language was simple and the ideas were slight;but it was so self-possessed;so purely that of a young girl who felt her womanhood to be enough for her dignity that he read it through twice.Four sides were filled,and a few lines written across,after the fashion of former days;the paper,too,was common,and not of the latest shade and surface.But what of those things?He had received letters from women who were fairly called ladies,but never so sensible,so human a letter as this.He could not single out any one sentence and say it was at all remarkable or clever;the ensemble of the letter it was which won him;and beyond the one request that he would write or come to her again soon there was nothing to show her sense of a claim upon him.
