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¡¡¡¡ The compartment that she served emptied itself of visitors, and after a brief thought he entered it, and went forward to the counter. Arabella did not recognize him for a moment. Then their glances met. She started; till a humorous impudence sparkled in her eyes, and she spoke. ¡¡¡¡ "Well, I'm blest! I thought you were underground years ago!" ¡¡¡¡ "Oh!" ¡¡¡¡ "I never heard anything of you, or I don't know that I should have come here. But never mind! What shall I treat you to this afternoon? A Scotch and soda? Come, anything that the house will afford, for old acquaintance' sake!" ¡¡¡¡ "Thanks, Arabella," said Jude without a smile. "But I don't want anything more than I've had." The fact was that her unexpected presence there had destroyed at a stroke his momentary
oil paintingtaste for strong liquor as completely as if it had whisked him back to his milk-fed infancy. ¡¡¡¡ "That's a pity, now you could get it for nothing." ¡¡¡¡ "How long have you been here?" ¡¡¡¡ "About six weeks. I returned from Sydney three months ago. I always liked this business, you know." ¡¡¡¡ "I wonder you came to this place!" ¡¡¡¡ "Well, as I say, I thought you were gone to glory, and being in London I saw the situation in an advertisement. Nobody was likely to know me here, even if I had minded, for I was never in Christminster in my growing up." ¡¡¡¡ "Why did you return from Australia?" ¡¡¡¡ "Oh, I had my reasons.... Then you are not a don yet?" ¡¡¡¡ "No."