The Mayor of Casterbridge

This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1902 edition. Excerpt: ...rendered him less desirable as a husband than she had at first thought him to be. I cannot answer said Elizabeth-Jane thoughtfully. It is so difficult. It wants a Pope to settle that! You prefer not to perhaps? Lucetta showed in her appealing tone how much she leant on Elizabeths judgment. Yes Miss Templeman admitted Elizabeth. I would rather not say. Nevertheless Lucetta seemed relieved by the simple fact of having opened out the situation a little and was slowly convalescent of her headache. Bring me a looking-glass. How do I appear to people? she said languidly. Well--a little worn answered Elizabeth eyeing her as a critic eyes a doubtful painting; fetching the glass she enabled Lucetta to survey herself in it which Lucetta anxiously did. I wonder if I wear well as times go! she observed after a while. Yes--fairly. Where am I worst? Under your eyes--I notice a little brownness there. Yes. That is my worst place I know. How many years more do you think I shall last before I get hopelessly plain? There was something curious in the way in which Elizabeth though the younger had come to play the part of experienced sage in these discussions. It may be five years she said judicially. Or with a quiet life as many as ten. With no love you might calculate on ten. Lucetta seemed to reflect on this as on an unalterable impartial verdict. She told Elizabeth-Jane no more of the past attachment she had roughly adumbrated as the experiences of a third person; and Elizabeth who in spite of her philosophy was very tender-hearted wept that night in bed at the thought that her pretty rich Lucetta did not treat her to the full confidence of names and dates in her confessions. For by the she of Lucettas story...