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ere you bestow your love！”
Clym said huskily； “You are my mother。 I will say no more—beyond this； that I beg your pardon for having thought this my home。 I will no longer inflict myself upon you；
I’ll go。” And he went out with tears in his eyes。
It was a sunny afternoon at the beginning of summer； and the moist hollows of the heath had passed from their brown to their green stage。 Yeobright walked to the edge of the basin which extended down from Mistover and Rainbarrow。
By this time he was calm； and he looked over the landscape。 In the minor valleys； between the hillocks which diversified the contour of the vale； the fresh young ferns were luxuriantly growing up； ultimately to reach a height of five or six feet。 He descended a little way； flung himself down in a spot where a path emerged from one of the small hollows； and waited。 Hither it was that he had promised Eustacia to bring his mother this afternoon； that they might meet and be friends。 His attempt had utterly failed。
He was in a nest of vivid green。 The ferny vegetation round him； though so abundant； was quite uniform—it was a grove of machine…made foliage； a world of green triangles with saw…edges； and not a single flower。 The air was warm with a vaporous warmth； and the stillness was unbroken。 Lizards； grasshoppers； and ants were the only living things to be beheld。 The scene seemed to belong to the ancient world of the carboniferous period； when the forms of plants were few； and of the fern kind； when there was neither bud nor blossom； nothing but a monotonous extent of leafage； amid which no bird sang。
When he had reclined for some considerable time； gloomily pondering； he discerned above the ferns a drawn bonnet of white silk approaching from the left； and Yeobright knew directly that it covered the head of her he loved。 His heart awoke from its apathy to a warm excitement； and； jumping to his feet； he said aloud； “I knew she was sure to e。”
She vanished in a hollow for a few moments； and then her whole form unfolded itself from the brake。
“Only you here？” she exclaimed； with a disappointed air； whose hollowness was proved by her rising redness and her half…guilty low laugh。 “Where is Mrs。 Yeobright？”
“She has not e；” he replied in a subdued tone。
“I wish I had known that you would be here alone；” she said seriously； “and that we were going to have such an idle； pleasant time as this。 Pleasure not known beforehand is half wasted； to anticipate it is to double it。 I have not thought once today of having you all to myself this afternoon； and the actual moment of a thing is so soon gone。”
“It is indeed。”
“Poor Clym！” she continued； looking tenderly into his face。
“You are sad。 Something has happened at your home。
Never mind what is—let us only look at what seems。”
“But； darling； what shall we do？” said he。
“Still go on as we do now—just live on from meeting to meeting； never minding about another day。 You； I know； are always thinking of that—I can see you are。 But you must not—will you； dear Clym？”
“You are just like all women。 They are ever content to build their lives on any incidental position that offers itself； whilst men would fain make a globe to suit them。 Listen to this； Eustacia。 There is a subject I have determined to put off no longer。 Your sentiment on the wisdom of Carpe diem does not impress me today。 Our present mode of life must shortly be brought to an end。”
“It is your mother！”
“It is。 I love you none the less in telling you； it is only right you should know。”
“I have feared my bliss；” she said； with the merest motion of her lips。 “It has been too intense and consuming。”
“There is hope yet。 There are forty years of work in me yet； and why should you despair？ I am only at an awkward turning。 I wish people wouldn’t be so ready to think that there is no progress without uniformity。”
“Ah—your mind runs off to the philosophical side of it。 Well； these sad and hopeless obstacles are wele in one sense； for they enable us to look with indifference upon the cruel satires that Fate loves to indulge in。 I have heard of people； who； upon ing suddenly into happiness； have died from anxiety lest they should not live to enjoy it。 I felt myself in that whimsical state of uneasiness lately； but I shall be spared it now。 Let us walk on。”
Clym took the hand which was already bared for him—it was a favourite way with them to walk bare hand in bare hand—and led her through the ferns。 They formed a very ely picture of love at full flush； as they walked along the valley that late afternoon； the sun sloping down on their right； and throwing their thin spectral shadows； tall as poplar trees； far out across the furze and fern。 Eustacia went with her head thrown back fancifully； a certain glad and voluptuous air of triumph pervading her eyes at having won by her own unaided self a man who was her perfect plement in attainment； appearance； and age。 On the young man’s part； the paleness of face which he had brought with him from Paris； and the incipient marks of time and thought； were less perceptible than when he returned； the healthful and energetic sturdiness which was his by nature having partially recovered its original proportions。 They wandered onward till they reached the nether margin of the heath； where it became marshy and merged in moorland。
“I must part from you here； Clym；” said Eustacia。
They stood still and prepared to bid each other farewell。
Everything before them was on a perfect level。 The sun； resting on the horizon line； streamed across the ground from between copper…coloured and lilac clouds； stretched out in flats beneath a sky of pale soft green。 All dark objects on the earth that lay towards the sun were overspread by a purple haze； against which groups of wailing gnats shone out； rising upwards and dancing about like sparks of fire。
“O！ this leaving you is too hard to bear！” exclaimed Eustacia in a sudden whisper of anguish。 “Your mother will influence you too much； I shall not be judged fairly； it will get afloat that I am not a good girl； and the witch story will be added to make me blacker！”
“They cannot。 Nobody dares to speak disrespectfully of you or of me。”
“Oh how I wish I was sure of never losing you—that you could not be able to desert me anyhow！”
Clym stood silent a moment。 His feelings were high； the moment was passionate； and he cut the knot。
“You shall be sure of me； darling；” he said； folding her in his arms。 “We will be married at once。”
“O Clym！”
“Do you agree to it？”
“If—if we can。”
“We certainly can； both being of full age。 And I have not followed my occupation all these years without having accumulated money； and if you will agree to live in a tiny cottage somewhere on the heath； until I take a house in Budmouth for the school； we can do it at a very little expense。”
“How long shall we have to live in the tiny cottage； Clym？”
“About six months。 At the end of that time I shall have finished my reading—yes； we will do it； and this heart…aching will be over。 We shall； of course； live in absolute seclusion； and our married life will only begin to outward view when we take the house in Budmouth； where I have already addressed a letter on the matter。 Would your grandfather allow you？”
“I think he would—on the understanding that it should not last longer than six months。”
“I will guarantee that； if no misfortune happens。”
“If no misfortune happens；” she repeated slowly。
“Which is not likely。 Dearest； fix the exact day。”
And then they consulted on the question； and the day was chosen。 It was to be a fortnight from that time。
This was the end of their talk； and Eustacia left him。
Clym watched her as she retired towards the sun。 The luminous rays wrapped her up with her increasing distance； and the rustle of her dress over the sprouting sedge and grass died away。 As he watched； the dead flat of the scenery overpowered him； though he was fully alive to the beauty of that untarnished early summer green which was worn for the nonce by the poorest blade。 There was something in its oppressive horizontality which too much reminded him of the arena of life； it gave him a sense of bare equality with； and no superiority to； a single living thing under the sun。
Eustacia was now no longer the goddess but the woman to him； a being to fight for； support； help； be maligned for。 Now that he had reached a cooler moment he would have preferred a less hasty marriage； but the card was laid； and he determined to abide by the game。 Whether Eustacia was to add one other to the list of those who love too hotly to love long and well； the forthing event was certainly a ready way of proving。
6 … Yeobright Goes； and the Breach Is plete
All that evening smart sounds denoting an active packing up came from Yeobright’s room to the ears of his mother downstairs。
Next morning he departed from the house and again proceeded across the heath。 A long day’s march was before him； his object being to secure a dwelling to which he might take Eustacia when she became his wife。 Such a house； small； secluded； and with its windows boarded up； he had casually observed a month earlier； about two miles beyond the village of East Egdon； and six miles distant altogether； and thither he directed his steps today。
The weather was far different from that of the evening before。 The yellow and vapoury sunset which had wrapped up Eustacia from his parting gaze had presaged change。 It was one of those not infrequent days of an English June which are as wet and boisterous as November。 The cold clouds hastened on in a body； as if painted on a moving slide。 Vapours from other continents arrived upon the wind； which curled and parted round him as he walked on。
At length Clym reached the margin of a fir and beech plantation that had been enclosed from heath land in the year of his birth。 Here the trees； laden heavily with their new and humid leaves； were now suffering more damage than during the highest winds of winter； when the boughs are especially disencumbered to do battle with the storm。 The wet young beeches were undergoing amputations； bruises； cripplings； and harsh lacerations； from which the wasting sap would bleed for many a day to e； and which would leave scars visible till the day of their burning。 Each stem was wrenched at the root； where it moved like a bone in its socket； and at every onset of the gale convulsive sounds came from the branches； as if pain were felt。 In a neighbouring brake a finch was trying to sing； but the wind blew under his feathers till they stood on end； twisted round his little tail； and made him give up his song。
Yet a few yards to Yeobright’s left； on the open heath； how ineffectively gnashed the storm！ Those gusts which tore the trees merely waved the furze and heather in a light caress。 Egdon was made for such times as these。
Yeobright reached the empty house about midday。 It was almost as lonely as that of Eustacia’s grandfather； but the fact that it stood near a heath was disguised by a belt of firs which almost enclosed the premises。 He journeyed on about a mile further to the village in which the owner lived； and； returning with him to the house； arrangements were pleted； and the man undertook that one room at least should be ready for occupation the next day。 Clym’s intention was to live there alone until Eustacia should join him on their wedding…day。
Then he turned to pursue his way homeward through the drizzle that had so greatly transformed the scene。 The ferns； among which he had lain in fort yesterday； were dripping moisture from every frond； wetting his legs through as he brushed past； and the fur of the rabbits leaping before him was clotted into dark locks by the same watery surrounding。
He reached home damp and weary enough after his ten…mile walk。 It had hardly been a propitious beginning； but he had chosen his course； and would show no swerving。 The evening and the following morning were spent in concluding arrangements for his departure。 To stay at home a minute longer than necessary after having once e to his determination would be； he felt； only to give new pain to his mother by some word； look； or deed。
He had hired a conveyance and sent off his goods by two o’clock that day。 The next step was to get some furniture； which； after serving for temporary use in the cottage； would be available for the house at Budmouth when increased by goods of a better description。 A mart extensive enough for the purpose existed at Anglebury； some miles beyond the spot chosen for his residence； and there he resolved to pass the ing night。
It now only remained to wish his mother good…bye。 She was sitting by the window as usual when he came downstairs。
“Mother； I am going to leave you；” he said； holding out his hand。
“I thought you were； by your packing；” replied Mrs。 Yeobright in a voice from which every particle of emotion was painfully excluded。
“And you will part friends with me？”
“Certainly； Clym。”
“I am going to be married on the twenty…fifth。”
“I thought you were going to be married。”
“And then—and then you must e and see us。 You will understand me better after that； and our situation will not be so wretch