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mage by briars and thorns。 And then she thought of his manner towards herself。
“O I see it； I see it；” she said。 “How much he wishes he had me now； that he might give me all I desire！”
In recalling the details of his glances and words—at the time scarcely regarded—it became plain to her how greatly they had been dictated by his knowledge of this new event。 “Had he been a man to bear a jilt ill…will he would have told me of his good fortune in crowing tones； instead of doing that he mentioned not a word； in deference to my misfortunes； and merely implied that he loved me still； as one superior to him。”
Wildeve’s silence that day on what had happened to him was just the kind of behaviour calculated to make an impression on such a woman。 Those delicate touches of good taste were； in fact； one of the strong points in his demeanour towards the other sex。 The peculiarity of Wildeve was that； while at one time passionate； upbraiding； and resentful towards a woman； at another he would treat her with such unparalleled grace as to make previous neglect appear as no discourtesy； injury as no insult； interference as a delicate attention； and the ruin of her honour as excess of chivalry。 This man； whose admiration today Eustacia had disregarded； whose good wishes she had scarcely taken the trouble to accept； whom she had shown out of the house by the back door； was the possessor of eleven thousand pounds—a man of fair professional education； and one who had served his articles with a civil engineer。
So intent was Eustacia upon Wildeve’s fortunes that she forgot how much closer to her own course were those of Clym； and instead of walking on to meet him at once she sat down upon a stone。 She was disturbed in her reverie by a voice behind； and turning her head beheld the old lover and fortunate inheritor of wealth immediately beside her。
She remained sitting； though the fluctuation in her look might have told any man who knew her so well as Wildeve that she was thinking of him。
“How did you e here？” she said in her clear low tone。
“I thought you were at home。”
“I went on to the village after leaving your garden； and now I have e back again—that’s all。 Which way are you walking； may I ask？”
She waved her hand in the direction of Blooms…End。 “I am going to meet my husband。 I think I may possibly have got into trouble whilst you were with me today。”
“How could that be？”
“By not letting in Mrs。 Yeobright。”
“I hope that visit of mine did you no harm。”
“None。 It was not your fault；” she said quietly。
By this time she had risen； and they involuntarily sauntered on together； without speaking； for two or three minutes； when Eustacia broke silence by saying； “I assume I must congratulate you。”
“On what？ O yes； on my eleven thousand pounds； you mean。 Well； since I didn’t get something else； I must be content with getting that。”
“You seem very indifferent about it。 Why didn’t you tell me today when you came？” she said in the tone of a neglected person。 “I heard of it quite by accident。”
“I did mean to tell you；” said Wildeve。 “But I—well； I will speak frankly—I did not like to mention it when I saw； Eustacia； that your star was not high。 The sight of a man lying wearied out with hard work； as your husband lay； made me feel that to brag of my own fortune to you would be greatly out of place。 Yet； as you stood there beside him； I could not help feeling too that in many respects he was a richer man than I。”
At this Eustacia said； with slumbering mischievousness； “What； would you exchange with him—your fortune for me？”
“I certainly would；” said Wildeve。
“As we are imagining what is impossible and absurd； suppose we change the subject？”
“Very well； and I will tell you of my plans for the future； if you care to hear them。 I shall permanently invest nine thousand pounds； keep one thousand as ready money； and with the remaining thousand travel for a year or so。”
“Travel？ What a bright idea！ Where will you go to？”
“From here to Paris； where I shall pass the winter and spring。 Then I shall go to Italy； Greece； Egypt； and Palestine； before the hot weather es on。 In the summer I shall go to America； and then； by a plan not yet settled； I shall go to Australia and round to India。 By that time I shall have begun to have had enough of it。 Then I shall probably e back to Paris again； and there I shall stay as long as I can afford to。”
“Back to Paris again；” she murmured in a voice that was nearly a sigh。 She had never once told Wildeve of the Parisian desires which Clym’s description had sown in her； yet here was he involuntarily in a position to gratify them。 “You think a good deal of Paris？” she added。
“Yes。 In my opinion it is the central beauty…spot of the world。”
“And in mine！ And Thomasin will go with you？”
“Yes； if she cares to。 She may prefer to stay at home。”
“So you will be going about； and I shall be staying here！”
“I suppose you will。 But we know whose fault that is。”
“I am not blaming you；” she said quickly。
“Oh； I thought you were。 If ever you SHOULD be inclined to blame me； think of a certain evening by Rainbarrow； when you promised to meet me and did not。 You sent me a letter； and my heart ached to read that as I hope yours never will。 That was one point of divergence。 I then did something in haste。。。。But she is a good woman； and I will say no more。”
“I know that the blame was on my side that time；” said Eustacia。 “But it had not always been so。 However； it is my misfortune to be too sudden in feeling。
O； Damon； don’t reproach me any more—I can’t bear that。”
They went on silently for a distance of two or three miles； when Eustacia said suddenly； “Haven’t you e out of your way； Mr。 Wildeve？”
“My way is anywhere tonight。 I will go with you as far as the hill on which we can see Blooms…End； as it is getting late for you to be alone。”
“Don’t trouble。 I am not obliged to be out at all。
I think I would rather you did not acpany me further。
This sort of thing would have an odd look if known。”
“Very well； I will leave you。” He took her hand unexpectedly； and kissed it—for the first time since her marriage。 “What light is that on the hill？” he added； as it were to hide the caress。
She looked； and saw a flickering firelight proceeding from the open side of a hovel a little way before them。 The hovel； which she had hitherto always found empty； seemed to be inhabited now。
“Since you have e so far；” said Eustacia； “will you see me safely past that hut？ I thought I should have met Clym somewhere about here； but as he doesn’t appear I will hasten on and get to Blooms…End before he leaves。”
They advanced to the turf…shed； and when they got near it the firelight and the lantern inside showed distinctly enough the form of a woman reclining on a bed of fern； a group of heath men and women standing around her。 Eustacia did not recognize Mrs。 Yeobright in the reclining figure； nor Clym as one of the standers…by till she came close。 Then she quickly pressed her hand up on Wildeve’s arm and signified to him to e back from the open side of the shed into the shadow。
“It is my husband and his mother；” she whispered in an agitated voice。 “What can it mean？ Will you step forward and tell me？”
Wildeve left her side and went to the back wall of the hut。 Presently Eustacia perceived that he was beckoning to her； and she advanced and joined him。
“It is a serious case；” said Wildeve。
From their position they could hear what was proceeding inside。
“I cannot think where she could have been going；” said Clym to someone。 “She had evidently walked a long way； but even when she was able to speak just now she would not tell me where。 What do you really think of her？”
“There is a great deal to fear；” was gravely answered； in a voice which Eustacia recognized as that of the only surgeon in the district。 “She has suffered somewhat from the bite of the adder； but it is exhaustion which has overpowered her。 My impression is that her walk must have been exceptionally long。”
“I used to tell her not to overwalk herself this weather；” said Clym； with distress。 “Do you think we did well in using the adder’s fat？”
“Well； it is a very ancient remedy—the old remedy of the viper…catchers； I believe；” replied the doctor。 “It is mentioned as an infallible ointment by Hoffman； Mead； and I think the Abbe Fontana。 Undoubtedly it was as good a thing as you could do； though I question if some other oils would not have been equally efficacious。”
“e here； e here！” was then rapidly said in anxious female tones； and Clym and the doctor could be heard rushing forward from the back part of the shed to where Mrs。 Yeobright lay。
“Oh； what is it？” whispered Eustacia。
“’Twas Thomasin who spoke；” said Wildeve。 “Then they have fetched her。 I wonder if I had better go in—yet it might do harm。”
For a long time there was utter silence among the group within； and it was broken at last by Clym saying； in an agonized voice； “O Doctor； what does it mean？”
The doctor did not reply at once； ultimately he said； “She is sinking fast。 Her heart was previously affected； and physical exhaustion has dealt the finishing blow。”
Then there was a weeping of women； then waiting； then hushed exclamations； then a strange gasping sound； then a painful stillness。
“It is all over；” said the doctor。
Further back in the hut the cotters whispered； “Mrs。 Yeobright is dead。”
Almost at the same moment the two watchers observed the form of a small old…fashioned child entering at the open side of the shed。 Susan Nunsuch； whose boy it was； went forward to the opening and silently beckoned to him to go back。
“I’ve got something to tell ‘ee； Mother；” he cried in a shrill tone。 “That woman asleep there walked along with me today； and she said I was to say that I had seed her； and she was a broken…hearted woman and cast off by her son； and then I came on home。”
A confused sob as from a man was heard within； upon which Eustacia gasped faintly； “That’s Clym—I must go to him—yet dare I do it？ No—e away！”
When they had withdrawn from the neighbourhood of the shed she said huskily； “I am to blame for this。 There is evil in store for me。”
“Was she not admitted to your house after all？”
Wildeve inquired。
“No； and that’s where it all lies！ Oh； what shall I do！ I shall not intrude upon them—I shall go straight home。 Damon； good…bye！ I cannot speak to you any more now。”
They parted pany； and when Eustacia had reached the next hill she looked back。 A melancholy procession was wending its way by the light of the lantern from the hut towards Blooms…End。 Wildeve was nowhere to be seen。
book five
THE DISCOVERY
1 … “Wherefore Is Light Given to Him That Is in Misery”
One evening； about three weeks after the funeral of Mrs。 Yeobright； when the silver face of the moon sent a bundle of beams directly upon the floor of Clym’s house at Alderworth； a woman came forth from within。 She reclined over the garden gate as if to refresh herself awhile。 The pale lunar touches which make beauties of hags lent divinity to this face； already beautiful。
She had not long been there when a man came up the road and with some hesitation said to her； “How is he tonight； ma’am； if you please？”
“He is better； though still very unwell； Humphrey；” replied Eustacia。
“Is he light…headed； ma’am？”
“No。 He is quite sensible now。”
“Do he rave about his mother just the same； poor fellow？” continued Humphrey。
“Just as much； though not quite so wildly；” she said in a low voice。
“It was very unfortunate； ma’am； that the boy Johnny should ever ha’ told him his mother’s dying words； about her being broken…hearted and cast off by her son。 ‘Twas enough to upset any man alive。”
Eustacia made no reply beyond that of a slight catch in her breath； as of one who fain would speak but could not； and Humphrey； declining her invitation to e in； went away。
Eustacia turned； entered the house； and ascended to the front bedroom； where a shaded light was burning。 In the bed lay Clym； pale； haggard； wide awake； tossing to one side and to the other； his eyes lit by a hot light； as if the fire in their pupils were burning up their substance。
“Is it you； Eustacia？” he said as she sat down。
“Yes； Clym。 I have been down to the gate。 The moon is shining beautifully； and there is not a leaf stirring。”
“Shining； is it？ What’s the moon to a man like me？ Let it shine—let anything be； so that I never see another day！。。。Eustacia； I don’t know where to look—my thoughts go through me like swords。 O； if any man wants to make himself immortal by painting a picture of wretchedness； let him e here！”
“Why do you say so？”
“I cannot help feeling that I did my best to kill her。”
“No； Clym。”
“Yes； it was so； it is useless to excuse me！ My conduct to her was too hideous—I made no advances； and she could not bring herself to forgive me。 Now she is dead！ If I had only shown myself willing to make it up with her sooner； and we had been friends； and then she had died； it wouldn’t be so hard to bear。 But I never went near her house； so she never came near mine； and didn’t know how wele she wou