The Painter's Honeymoon

The Painter's Honeymoon
The Sacrifice of Abraham painting
The Three Ages of Woman
The Virgin and Child with St Anne
"There she is again!" Sue whispered in appalled accents. ¡¡¡¡ "How do you know?" ¡¡¡¡ "She knocked like that last time." They listened, and the knocking came again. No servant was kept in the house, and if the summons were to be responded to one of them would have to do it in person. "I'll open a window," said Jude. "Whoever it is cannot be expected to be let in at this time." ¡¡¡¡ He accordingly went into his bedroom and lifted the sash. The lonely street of early retiring workpeople was empty from end to end save of one figure--that of a woman walking up and down by the lamp a few yards off. ¡¡¡¡ "Who's there?" he asked. ¡¡¡¡ "Is that Mr. Fawley?" came up from the woman, in a voice which was unmistakably Arabella's. ¡¡¡¡ Jude replied that it was. ¡¡¡¡ "Is it she?" asked Sue from the door, with lips apart. ¡¡¡¡ "Yes, dear," said Jude. "What do you want, Arabella?" he inquired.