Somefewdayslater，intheduskofthesummerevening，theyweresittinginthesamesmallroomdown-stairs，whenaknockcametothefrontdoorofthecarpenter’shousewheretheywerelodging，andinafewmomentstherewasatapatthedooroftheirroom。Beforetheycouldopenitthecomerdidso，andawoman’sformappeared。
`IsMr。Fawleyhere？’
JudeandSuestartedashemechanicallyrepliedintheaffirmative，forthevoicewasArabella’s。
Heformallyrequestedhertocomein，andshesatdowninthewindowbench，wheretheycoulddistinctlyseeheroutlineagainstthelight；
butnocharacteristicthatenabledthemtoestimatehergeneralaspectandair。Yetsomethingseemedtodenotethatshewasnotquitesocomfortablycircumstanced，norsobouncinglyattired，asshehadbeenduringCartlett’slifetime。