CHAPTER VI
Thus was helped on an event which the conduct of the mutually-
attracted ones had been generating for some time.
It is unnecessary to give details. The --st Foot left for Bristol,
and this precipitated their action. After a week of hesitation she
agreed to leave her home at Creston and meet Vannicock on the ridge
hard by, and to accompany him to Bath, where he had secured lodgings
for her, so that she would be only about a dozen miles from his
quarters.
Accordingly, on the evening chosen, she laid on her dressing-table a
note for her husband, running thus:-
DEAR JACK--I am unable to endure this life any longer, and I have
resolved to put an end to it. I told you I should run away if you
persisted in being a clergyman, and now I am doing it. One cannot
help one's nature. I have resolved to throw in my lot with Mr.
Vannicock, and I hope rather than expect you will forgive me.--L.
Then, with hardly a scrap of luggage, she went, ascending to the
ridge in the dusk of early evening. Almost on the very spot where
her husband had stood at their last tryst she beheld the outline of
Vannicock, who had come all the way from Bristol to fetch her.
'I don't like meeting here--it is so unlucky!' she cried to him.
'For God's sake let us have a place of our own. Go back to the
milestone, and I'll come on.'
He went back to the milestone that stands on the north slope of the
ridge, where the old and new roads diverge, and she joined him there.
She was taciturn and sorrowful when he asked her why she would not
meet him on the top. At last she inquired how they were going to
travel.
He explained that he proposed to walk to Mellstock Hill, on the other
side of Casterbridge, where a fly was waiting to take them by a
cross-cut into the Ivell Road, and onward to that town. The Bristol
railway was open to Ivell.
This plan they followed, and walked briskly through the dull gloom
till they neared Casterbridge, which place they avoided by turning to
the right at the Roman Amphitheatre and bearing round to Durnover
Cross. Thence the way was solitary and open across the moor to the
hill whereon the Ivell fly awaited them.
'I have noticed for some time,' she said, 'a lurid glare over the
Durnover end of the town. It seems to come from somewhere about
Mixen Lane.'
'The lamps,' he suggested.
'There's not a lamp as big as a rushlight in the whole lane. It is
where the cholera is worst.'
By Standfast Corner, a little beyond the Cross, they suddenly
obtained an end view of the lane. Large bonfires were burning in the
middle of the way, with a view to purifying the air; and from the
wretched tenements with which the lane was lined in those days
persons were bringing out bedding and clothing. Some was thrown into
the fires, the rest placed in wheel-barrows and wheeled into the moor
directly in the track of the fugitives.
They followed on, and came up to where a vast copper was set in the
open air. Here the linen was boiled and disinfected. By the light
of the lanterns Laura discovered that her husband was standing by the
copper, and that it was he who unloaded the barrow and immersed its
contents. The night was so calm and muggy that the conversation by
the copper reached her ears.
'Are there many more loads to-night?'
'There's the clothes o' they that died this afternoon, sir. But that
might bide till to-morrow, for you must be tired out.'
'We'll do it at once, for I can't ask anybody else to undertake it.
Overturn that load on the grass and fetch the rest.'
The man did so and went off with the barrow. Maumbry paused for a
moment to wipe his face, and resumed his homely drudgery amid this
squalid and reeking scene, pressing down and stirring the contents of
the copper with what looked like an old rolling-pin. The steam
therefrom, laden with death, travelled in a low trail across the
meadow.
Laura spoke suddenly: 'I won't go to-night after all. He is so
tired, and I must help him. I didn't know things were so bad as
this!'
Vannicock's arm dropped from her waist, where it had been resting as
they walked. 'Will you leave?' she asked.
'I will if you say I must. But I'd rather help too.' There was no
expostulation in his tone.
Laura had gone forward. 'Jack,' she said, 'I am come to help!'
The weary curate turned and held up the lantern. 'O--what, is it
you, Laura?' he asked in surprise. 'Why did you come into this? You
had better go back--the risk is great.'
'But I want to help you, Jack. Please let me help! I didn't come by
myself--Mr. Vannicock kept me company. He will make himself useful
too, if he's not gone on. Mr. Vannicock!'
The young lieutenant came forward reluctantly. Mr. Maumbry spoke
formally to him, adding as he resumed his labour, 'I thought the --st
Foot had gone to Bristol.'
'We have. But I have run down again for a few things.'
The two newcomers began to assist, Vannicock placing on the ground
the small bag containing Laura's toilet articles that he had been
carrying. The barrowman soon returned with another load, and all
continued work for nearly a half-hour, when a coachman came out from
the shadows to the north.
'Beg pardon, sir,' he whispered to Vannicock, 'but I've waited so
long on Mellstock hill that at last I drove down to the turnpike; and
seeing the light here, I ran on to find out what had happened.'
Lieutenant Vannicock told him to wait a few minutes, and the last
barrow-load was got through. Mr. Maumbry stretched himself and
breathed heavily, saying, 'There; we can do no more.'
As if from the relaxation of effort he seemed to be seized with
violent pain. He pressed his hands to his sides and bent forward.
'Ah! I think it has got hold of me at last,' he said with
difficulty. 'I must try to get home. Let Mr. Vannicock take you
back, Laura.'
He walked a few steps, they helping him, but was obliged to sink down
on the grass.
'I am--afraid--you'll have to send for a hurdle, or shutter, or
something,' he went on feebly, 'or try to get me into the barrow.'
But Vannicock had called to the driver of the fly, and they waited
until it was brought on from the turnpike hard by. Mr. Maumbry was
placed therein. Laura entered with him, and they drove to his humble
residence near the Cross, where he was got upstairs.
Vannicock stood outside by the empty fly awhile, but Laura did not
reappear. He thereupon entered the fly and told the driver to take
him back to Ivell.
