 to
go and undertake the same thing again with open eyes. Coming in here and seeing
this has frightened me from a church wedding as much as the other did from a
registry one.... We are a weak, tremulous pair, Jude, and what others may feel
confident in I feel doubts of - my being proof against the sordid conditions of
a business contract again!«
    Then they tried to laugh, and went on debating in whispers the object-lesson
before them. And Jude said he also thought they were both too thin-skinned -
that they ought never to have been born - much less have come together for the
most preposterous of all joint-ventures for them - matrimony.
    His betrothed shuddered; and asked him earnestly if he indeed felt that they
ought not to go in cold blood and sign that life-undertaking again? »It is awful
if you think we have found ourselves not strong enough for it, and knowing this,
are proposing to perjure ourselves,« she said.
    »I fancy I do think it - since you ask me,« said Jude. »Remember I'll do it
if you wish, own darling.« While she hesitated he went on to confess that,
though he thought they ought to be able to do it, he felt checked by the dread
of incompetency just as she did - from their peculiarities, perhaps, because
they were unlike other people. »We are horribly sensitive; that's really what's
the matter with us, Sue!« he declared.
    »I fancy more are like us than we think!«
    »Well, I don't know. The intention of the contract is good, and right for
many, no doubt; but in our case it may defeat its own ends because we are the
queer sort of people we are - folk in whom domestic ties of a forced kind snuff
out cordiality and spontaneousness.«
    Sue still held that there was not much queer or exceptional in them: that
all were so. »Everybody is getting to feel as we do. We are a little beforehand,
that's all. In fifty, a hundred, years the descendants of these two will act and
feel worse than we. They will see weltering humanity still more vividly than we
do now, as
 
                Shapes like our own selves hideously multiplied,
 
and will be afraid to reproduce them.«
    »What a terrible line of poetry!... though I have felt it myself about my
fellow-creatures, at morbid times.«
    Thus they murmured on, till Sue
