"Youareunnatural，Clym，andIdidnotexpectit。"
"Verylikely，"saidhecheerlessly。"Youdidnotknowthemeasureyouweregoingtometeme，andthereforedidnotknowthemeasurethatwouldbereturnedtoyouagain。"
"Youanswerme；youthinkonlyofher。Yousticktoherinallthings。"
"Thatproveshertobeworthy。Ihaveneveryetsupportedwhatisbad。AndIdonotcareonlyforher。Icareforyouandformyself，andforanythingthatisgood。
Whenawomanoncedislikesanothersheismerciless！"
"OClym！pleasedon’tgosettingdownasmyfaultwhatisyourobstinatewrongheadedness。Ifyouwishedtoconnectyourselfwithanunworthypersonwhydidyoucomehomeheretodoit？Whydidn’tyoudoitinParis？——itismorethefashionthere。Youhavecomeonlytodistressme，alonelywoman，andshortenmydays！Iwishthatyouwouldbestowyourpresencewhereyoubestowyourlove！"
Clymsaidhuskily，"Youaremymother。Iwillsaynomore——beyondthis，thatIbegyourpardonforhavingthoughtthismyhome。Iwillnolongerinflictmyselfuponyou；
I’llgo。"Andhewentoutwithtearsinhiseyes。
Itwasasunnyafternoonatthebeginningofsummer，andthemoisthollowsoftheheathhadpassedfromtheirbrowntotheirgreenstage。YeobrightwalkedtotheedgeofthebasinwhichextendeddownfromMistoverandRainbarrow。
Bythistimehewascalm，andhelookedoverthelandscape。
Intheminorvalleys，betweenthehillockswhichdiversifiedthecontourofthevale，thefreshyoungfernswereluxuriantlygrowingup，ultimatelytoreachaheightoffiveorsixfeet。Hedescendedalittleway，flunghimselfdowninaspotwhereapathemergedfromoneofthesmallhollows，andwaited。HitheritwasthathehadpromisedEustaciatobringhismotherthisafternoon，thattheymightmeetandbefriends。Hisattempthadutterlyfailed。
Hewasinanestofvividgreen。Thefernyvegetationroundhim，thoughsoabundant，wasquiteuniform——itwasagroveofmachine—madefoliage，aworldofgreentriangleswithsaw—edges，andnotasingleflower。
Theairwaswarmwithavaporouswarmth，andthestillnesswasunbroken。Lizards，grasshoppers，andantsweretheonlylivingthingstobebeheld。Thesceneseemedtobelongtotheancientworldofthecarboniferousperiod，whentheformsofplantswerefew，andofthefernkind；
whentherewasneitherbudnorblossom，nothingbutamonotonousextentofleafage，amidwhichnobirdsang。
Whenhehadreclinedforsomeconsiderabletime，gloomilypondering，hediscernedabovethefernsadrawnbonnetofwhitesilkapproachingfromtheleft，andYeobrightknewdirectlythatitcoveredtheheadofherheloved。Hisheartawokefromitsapathytoawarmexcitement，and，jumpingtohisfeet，hesaidaloud，"Iknewshewassuretocome。"
Shevanishedinahollowforafewmoments，andthenherwholeformunfoldeditselffromthebrake。
"Onlyyouhere？"sheexclaimed，withadisappointedair，whosehollownesswasprovedbyherrisingrednessandherhalf—guiltylowlaugh。"WhereisMrs。Yeobright？"
"Shehasnotcome，"herepliedinasubduedtone。
"IwishIhadknownthatyouwouldbeherealone，"
shesaidseriously，"andthatweweregoingtohavesuchanidle，pleasanttimeasthis。Pleasurenotknownbeforehandishalfwasted；toanticipateitistodoubleit。
Ihavenotthoughtoncetodayofhavingyoualltomyselfthisafternoon，andtheactualmomentofathingissosoongone。"
"Itisindeed。"
"PoorClym！"shecontinued，lookingtenderlyintohisface。
"Youaresad。Somethinghashappenedatyourhome。
Nevermindwhatis——letusonlylookatwhatseems。"
"But，darling，whatshallwedo？"saidhe。
"Stillgoonaswedonow——justliveonfrommeetingtomeeting，nevermindingaboutanotherday。You，Iknow，arealwaysthinkingofthat——Icanseeyouare。Butyoumustnot——willyou，dearClym？"
"Youarejustlikeallwomen。Theyareevercontenttobuildtheirlivesonanyincidentalpositionthatoffersitself；
whilstmenwouldfainmakeaglobetosuitthem。
Listentothis，Eustacia。ThereisasubjectIhavedeterminedtoputoffnolonger。YoursentimentonthewisdomofCarpediemdoesnotimpressmetoday。
Ourpresentmodeoflifemustshortlybebroughttoanend。"
"Itisyourmother！"
"Itis。Iloveyounonethelessintellingyou；
itisonlyrightyoushouldknow。"
"Ihavefearedmybliss，"shesaid，withthemerestmotionofherlips。"Ithasbeentoointenseandconsuming。"
"Thereishopeyet。Therearefortyyearsofworkinmeyet，andwhyshouldyoudespair？Iamonlyatanawkwardturning。
Iwishpeoplewouldn’tbesoreadytothinkthatthereisnoprogresswithoutuniformity。"
"Ah——yourmindrunsofftothephilosophicalsideofit。
Well，thesesadandhopelessobstaclesarewelcomeinonesense，fortheyenableustolookwithindifferenceuponthecruelsatiresthatFatelovestoindulgein。
Ihaveheardofpeople，who，uponcomingsuddenlyintohappiness，havediedfromanxietylesttheyshouldnotlivetoenjoyit。Ifeltmyselfinthatwhimsicalstateofuneasinesslately；butIshallbespareditnow。
Letuswalkon。"
Clymtookthehandwhichwasalreadybaredforhim——itwasafavouritewaywiththemtowalkbarehandinbarehand——andledherthroughtheferns。Theyformedaverycomelypictureofloveatfullflush，astheywalkedalongthevalleythatlateafternoon，thesunslopingdownontheirright，andthrowingtheirthinspectralshadows，tallaspoplartrees，faroutacrossthefurzeandfern。
Eustaciawentwithherheadthrownbackfancifully，acertaingladandvoluptuousairoftriumphpervadinghereyesathavingwonbyherownunaidedselfamanwhowasherperfectcomplementinattainment，appearance，andage。
Ontheyoungman’spart，thepalenessoffacewhichhehadbroughtwithhimfromParis，andtheincipientmarksoftimeandthought，werelessperceptiblethanwhenhereturned，thehealthfulandenergeticsturdinesswhichwashisbynaturehavingpartiallyrecovereditsoriginalproportions。
Theywanderedonwardtilltheyreachedthenethermarginoftheheath，whereitbecamemarshyandmergedinmoorland。
"Imustpartfromyouhere，Clym，"saidEustacia。
Theystoodstillandpreparedtobideachotherfarewell。
Everythingbeforethemwasonaperfectlevel。
Thesun，restingonthehorizonline，streamedacrossthegroundfrombetweencopper—colouredandlilacclouds，stretchedoutinflatsbeneathaskyofpalesoftgreen。
Alldarkobjectsontheearththatlaytowardsthesunwereoverspreadbyapurplehaze，againstwhichgroupsofwailinggnatsshoneout，risingupwardsanddancingaboutlikesparksoffire。
"O！thisleavingyouistoohardtobear！"
exclaimedEustaciainasuddenwhisperofanguish。
"Yourmotherwillinfluenceyoutoomuch；Ishallnotbejudgedfairly，itwillgetafloatthatIamnotagoodgirl，andthewitchstorywillbeaddedtomakemeblacker！"
"Theycannot。Nobodydarestospeakdisrespectfullyofyouorofme。"
"OhhowIwishIwassureofneverlosingyou——thatyoucouldnotbeabletodesertmeanyhow！"
Clymstoodsilentamoment。Hisfeelingswerehigh，themomentwaspassionate，andhecuttheknot。
"Youshallbesureofme，darling，"hesaid，foldingherinhisarms。"Wewillbemarriedatonce。"
"OClym！"
"Doyouagreetoit？"
"If——ifwecan。"
"Wecertainlycan，bothbeingoffullage。AndIhavenotfollowedmyoccupationalltheseyearswithouthavingaccumulatedmoney；andifyouwillagreetoliveinatinycottagesomewhereontheheath，untilItakeahouseinBudmouthfortheschool，wecandoitataverylittleexpense。"
"Howlongshallwehavetoliveinthetinycottage，Clym？"
"Aboutsixmonths。AttheendofthattimeIshallhavefinishedmyreading——yes，wewilldoit，andthisheart—achingwillbeover。Weshall，ofcourse，liveinabsoluteseclusion，andourmarriedlifewillonlybegintooutwardviewwhenwetakethehouseinBudmouth，whereIhavealreadyaddressedaletteronthematter。
Wouldyourgrandfatherallowyou？"
"Ithinkhewould——ontheunderstandingthatitshouldnotlastlongerthansixmonths。"
"Iwillguaranteethat，ifnomisfortunehappens。"
"Ifnomisfortunehappens，"sherepeatedslowly。
"Whichisnotlikely。Dearest，fixtheexactday。"
Andthentheyconsultedonthequestion，andthedaywaschosen。Itwastobeafortnightfromthattime。
Thiswastheendoftheirtalk，andEustacialefthim。
Clymwatchedherassheretiredtowardsthesun。
Theluminousrayswrappedherupwithherincreasingdistance，andtherustleofherdressoverthesproutingsedgeandgrassdiedaway。Ashewatched，thedeadflatofthesceneryoverpoweredhim，thoughhewasfullyalivetothebeautyofthatuntarnishedearlysummergreenwhichwaswornforthenoncebythepoorestblade。
Therewassomethinginitsoppressivehorizontalitywhichtoomuchremindedhimofthearenaoflife；itgavehimasenseofbareequalitywith，andnosuperiorityto，asinglelivingthingunderthesun。
Eustaciawasnownolongerthegoddessbutthewomantohim，abeingtofightfor，support，help，bemalignedfor。
Nowthathehadreachedacoolermomenthewouldhavepreferredalesshastymarriage；butthecardwaslaid，andhedeterminedtoabidebythegame。WhetherEustaciawastoaddoneothertothelistofthosewholovetoohotlytolovelongandwell，theforthcomingeventwascertainlyareadywayofproving。
6—YeobrightGoes，andtheBreachIsCompleteAllthateveningsmartsoundsdenotinganactivepackingupcamefromYeobright’sroomtotheearsofhismotherdownstairs。
Nextmorninghedepartedfromthehouseandagainproceededacrosstheheath。Alongday’smarchwasbeforehim，hisobjectbeingtosecureadwellingtowhichhemighttakeEustaciawhenshebecamehiswife。Suchahouse，small，secluded，andwithitswindowsboardedup，hehadcasuallyobservedamonthearlier，abouttwomilesbeyondthevillageofEastEgdon，andsixmilesdistantaltogether；
andthitherhedirectedhisstepstoday。
Theweatherwasfardifferentfromthatoftheeveningbefore。
TheyellowandvapourysunsetwhichhadwrappedupEustaciafromhispartinggazehadpresagedchange。
ItwasoneofthosenotinfrequentdaysofanEnglishJunewhichareaswetandboisterousasNovember。Thecoldcloudshastenedoninabody，asifpaintedonamovingslide。
Vapoursfromothercontinentsarriveduponthewind，whichcurledandpartedroundhimashewalkedon。
AtlengthClymreachedthemarginofafirandbeechplantationthathadbeenenclosedfromheathlandintheyearofhisbirth。Herethetrees，ladenheavilywiththeirnewandhumidleaves，werenowsufferingmoredamagethanduringthehighestwindsofwinter，whentheboughsareespeciallydisencumberedtodobattlewiththestorm。Thewetyoungbeecheswereundergoingamputations，bruises，cripplings，andharshlacerations，fromwhichthewastingsapwouldbleedformanyadaytocome，andwhichwouldleavescarsvisibletillthedayoftheirburning。Eachstemwaswrenchedattheroot，whereitmovedlikeaboneinitssocket，andateveryonsetofthegaleconvulsivesoundscamefromthebranches，asifpainwerefelt。Inaneighbouringbrakeafinchwastryingtosing；butthewindblewunderhisfeatherstilltheystoodonend，twistedroundhislittletail，andmadehimgiveuphissong。
YetafewyardstoYeobright’sleft，ontheopenheath，howineffectivelygnashedthestorm！Thosegustswhichtorethetreesmerelywavedthefurzeandheatherinalightcaress。Egdonwasmadeforsuchtimesasthese。
Yeobrightreachedtheemptyhouseaboutmidday。
ItwasalmostaslonelyasthatofEustacia’sgrandfather，butthefactthatitstoodnearaheathwasdisguisedbyabeltoffirswhichalmostenclosedthepremises。
Hejourneyedonaboutamilefurthertothevillageinwhichtheownerlived，and，returningwithhimtothehouse，arrangementswerecompleted，andthemanundertookthatoneroomatleastshouldbereadyforoccupationthenextday。
Clym’sintentionwastolivetherealoneuntilEustaciashouldjoinhimontheirwedding—day。
Thenheturnedtopursuehiswayhomewardthroughthedrizzlethathadsogreatlytransformedthescene。
Theferns，amongwhichhehadlainincomfortyesterday，weredrippingmoisturefromeveryfrond，wettinghislegsthroughashebrushedpast；andthefuroftherabbitsleapingbeforehimwasclottedintodarklocksbythesamewaterysurrounding。
Hereachedhomedampandwearyenoughafterhisten—
milewalk。Ithadhardlybeenapropitiousbeginning，buthehadchosenhiscourse，andwouldshownoswerving。
Theeveningandthefollowingmorningwerespentinconcludingarrangementsforhisdeparture。Tostayathomeaminutelongerthannecessaryafterhavingoncecometohisdeterminationwouldbe，hefelt，onlytogivenewpaintohismotherbysomeword，look，ordeed。
Hehadhiredaconveyanceandsentoffhisgoodsbytwoo’clockthatday。Thenextstepwastogetsomefurniture，which，afterservingfortemporaryuseinthecottage，wouldbeavailableforthehouseatBudmouthwhenincreasedbygoodsofabetterdescription。
AmartextensiveenoughforthepurposeexistedatAnglebury，somemilesbeyondthespotchosenforhisresidence，andthereheresolvedtopassthecomingnight。
Itnowonlyremainedtowishhismothergood—bye。Shewassittingbythewindowasusualwhenhecamedownstairs。
"Mother，Iamgoingtoleaveyou，"hesaid，holdingouthishand。
"Ithoughtyouwere，byyourpacking，"repliedMrs。Yeobrightinavoicefromwhicheveryparticleofemotionwaspainfullyexcluded。
"Andyouwillpartfriendswithme？"
"Certainly，Clym。"
"Iamgoingtobemarriedonthetwenty—fifth。"
"Ithoughtyouweregoingtobemarried。"
"Andthen——andthenyoumustcomeandseeus。Youwillunderstandmebetterafterthat，andoursituationwillnotbesowretchedasitisnow。"
"IdonotthinkitlikelyIshallcometoseeyou。"
"ThenitwillnotbemyfaultorEustacia’s，Mother。
Good—bye！"
Hekissedhercheek，anddepartedingreatmisery，whichwasseveralhoursinlesseningitselftoacontrollablelevel。
Thepositionhadbeensuchthatnothingmorecouldbesaidwithout，inthefirstplace，breakingdownabarrier；
andthatwasnottobedone。
NosoonerhadYeobrightgonefromhismother’shousethanherfacechangeditsrigidaspectforoneofblankdespair。
Afterawhileshewept，andhertearsbroughtsomerelief。
Duringtherestofthedayshedidnothingbutwalkupanddownthegardenpathinastateborderingonstupefaction。
Nightcame，andwithitbutlittlerest。Thenextday，withaninstincttodosomethingwhichshouldreduceprostrationtomournfulness，shewenttoherson’sroom，andwithherownhandsarrangeditinorder，foranimaginarytimewhenheshouldreturnagain。Shegavesomeattentiontoherflowers，butitwasperfunctorilybestowed，fortheynolongercharmedher。
Itwasagreatreliefwhen，earlyintheafternoon，Thomasinpaidheranunexpectedvisit。ThiswasnotthefirstmeetingbetweentherelativessinceThomasin’smarriage；
andpastblundershavingbeeninaroughwayrectified，theycouldalwaysgreeteachotherwithpleasureandease。
Theobliquebandofsunlightwhichfollowedherthroughthedoorbecametheyoungwifewell。Itilluminatedherasherpresenceilluminatedtheheath。Inhermovements，inhergaze，sheremindedthebeholderofthefeatheredcreatureswholivedaroundherhome。Allsimilesandallegoriesconcerningherbeganandendedwithbirds。
Therewasasmuchvarietyinhermotionsasintheirflight。
Whenshewasmusingshewasakestrel，whichhangsintheairbyaninvisiblemotionofitswings。
Whenshewasinahighwindherlightbodywasblownagainsttreesandbankslikeaheron’s。Whenshewasfrightenedshedartednoiselesslylikeakingfisher。
Whenshewasserenesheskimmedlikeaswallow，andthatishowshewasmovingnow。
"Youarelookingveryblithe，uponmyword，Tamsie，"
saidMrs。Yeobright，withasadsmile。"HowisDamon？"
"Heisverywell。"
"Ishekindtoyou，Thomasin？"AndMrs。Yeobrightobservedhernarrowly。
"Prettyfairly。"
"Isthathonestlysaid？"
"Yes，Aunt。Iwouldtellyouifhewereunkind。"
Sheadded，blushing，andwithhesitation，"He——Idon’tknowifIoughttocomplaintoyouaboutthis，butIamnotquitesurewhattodo。Iwantsomemoney，youknow，Aunt——sometobuylittlethingsformyself——andhedoesn’tgivemeany。Idon’tliketoaskhim；andyet，perhaps，hedoesn’tgiveitmebecausehedoesn’tknow。
OughtItomentionittohim，Aunt？"
"Ofcourseyouought。Haveyouneversaidawordonthematter？"
"Yousee，Ihadsomeofmyown，"saidThomasinevasively，"andIhavenotwantedanyofhisuntillately。Ididjustsaysomethingaboutitlastweek；butheseems——nottoremember。"
"Hemustbemadetoremember。YouareawarethatIhavealittleboxfullofspade—guineas，whichyouruncleputintomyhandstodividebetweenyourselfandClymwheneverIchose。Perhapsthetimehascomewhenitshouldbedone。
Theycanbeturnedintosovereignsatanymoment。"
"IthinkIshouldliketohavemyshare——thatis，ifyoudon’tmind。"
"Youshall，ifnecessary。Butitisonlyproperthatyoushouldfirsttellyourhusbanddistinctlythatyouarewithoutany，andseewhathewilldo。"
"Verywell，Iwill……Aunt，IhaveheardaboutClym。
Iknowyouareintroubleabouthim，andthat’swhyI
havecome。"
Mrs。Yeobrightturnedaway，andherfeaturesworkedinherattempttoconcealherfeelings。Thensheceasedtomakeanyattempt，andsaid，weeping，"OThomasin，doyouthinkhehatesme？Howcanhebeartogrievemeso，whenIhavelivedonlyforhimthroughalltheseyears？"
"Hateyou——no，"saidThomasinsoothingly。"Itisonlythatheloveshertoowell。Lookatitquietly——do。
Itisnotsoverybadofhim。Doyouknow，Ithoughtitnottheworstmatchhecouldhavemade。MissVye’sfamilyisagoodoneonhermother’sside；andherfatherwasaromanticwanderer——asortofGreekUlysses。"
"Itisnouse，Thomasin；itisnouse。Yourintentionisgood；butIwillnottroubleyoutoargue。Ihavegonethroughthewholethatcanbesaidoneithersidetimes，andmanytimes。ClymandIhavenotpartedinanger；
wehavepartedinaworseway。Itisnotapassionatequarrelthatwouldhavebrokenmyheart；itisthesteadyoppositionandpersistenceingoingwrongthathehasshown。
OThomasin，hewassogoodasalittleboy——sotenderandkind！"
"Hewas，Iknow。"
"IdidnotthinkonewhomIcalledminewouldgrowuptotreatmelikethis。HespoketomeasifIopposedhimtoinjurehim。AsthoughIcouldwishhimill！"
"ThereareworsewomenintheworldthanEustaciaVye。"
"Therearetoomanybetterthat’stheagonyofit。
Itwasshe，Thomasin，andsheonly，wholedyourhusbandtoactashedid——Iwouldswearit！"
"No，"saidThomasineagerly。"Itwasbeforeheknewmethathethoughtofher，anditwasnothingbutamereflirtation。"
"Verywell；wewillletitbeso。Thereislittleuseinunravellingthatnow。Sonsmustbeblindiftheywill。
Whyisitthatawomancanseefromadistancewhatamancannotseeclose？Clymmustdoashewill——heisnothingmoretome。Andthisismaternity——togiveone’sbestyearsandbestlovetoensurethefateofbeingdespised！"
"Youaretoounyielding。Thinkhowmanymotherstherearewhosesonshavebroughtthemtopublicshamebyrealcrimesbeforeyoufeelsodeeplyacaselikethis。"
"Thomasin，don’tlectureme——Ican’thaveit。Itistheexcessabovewhatweexpectthatmakestheforceoftheblow，andthatmaynotbegreaterintheircasethaninmine——theymayhaveforeseentheworst……Iamwronglymade，Thomasin，"sheadded，withamournfulsmile。
"Somewidowscanguardagainstthewoundstheirchildrengivethembyturningtheirheartstoanotherhusbandandbeginninglifeagain。ButIalwayswasapoor，weak，one—idea’dcreature——Ihadnotthecompassofheartnortheenterpriseforthat。JustasforlornandstupefiedasIwaswhenmyhusband’sspiritflewawayIhavesateversince——neverattemptingtomendmattersatall。
Iwascomparativelyayoungwomanthen，andImighthavehadanotherfamilybythistime，andhavebeencomfortedbythemforthefailureofthisoneson。"
"Itismorenobleinyouthatyoudidnot。"
"Themorenoble，thelesswise。"
"Forgetit，andbesoothed，dearAunt。AndIshallnotleaveyoualoneforlong。Ishallcomeandseeyoueveryday。"
AndforoneweekThomasinliterallyfulfilledherword。
Sheendeavouredtomakelightofthewedding；andbroughtnewsofthepreparations，andthatshewasinvitedtobepresent。Thenextweekshewasratherunwell，anddidnotappear。Nothinghadasyetbeendoneabouttheguineas，forThomasinfearedtoaddressherhusbandagainonthesubject，andMrs。Yeobrighthadinsisteduponthis。
OnedayjustbeforethistimeWildevewasstandingatthedooroftheQuietWoman。InadditiontotheupwardpaththroughtheheathtoRainbarrowandMistover，therewasaroadwhichbranchedfromthehighwayashortdistancebelowtheinn，andascendedtoMistoverbyacircuitousandeasyincline。Thiswastheonlyrouteonthatsideforvehiclestothecaptain’sretreat。
Alightcartfromthenearesttowndescendedtheroad，andtheladwhowasdrivingpulledupinfrontoftheinnforsomethingtodrink。
"YoucomefromMistover？"saidWildeve。
"Yes。Theyaretakingingoodthingsupthere。Goingtobeawedding。"Andthedriverburiedhisfaceinhismug。
Wildevehadnotreceivedaninklingofthefactbefore，andasuddenexpressionofpainoverspreadhisface。
Heturnedforamomentintothepassagetohideit。
Thenhecamebackagain。
"DoyoumeanMissVye？"hesaid。"Howisit——thatshecanbemarriedsosoon？"
"BythewillofGodandareadyyoungman，Isuppose。"
"Youdon’tmeanMr。Yeobright？"
"Yes。Hehasbeencreepingaboutwithherallthespring。"
"Isuppose——shewasimmenselytakenwithhim？"
"Sheiscrazyabouthim，sotheirgeneralservantofallworktellsme。AndthatladCharleythatlooksafterthehorseisallinadazeaboutit。Thestun—
pollhasgotfond—likeofher。"
"Isshelively——issheglad？Goingtobemarriedsosoon——well！"
"Itisn’tsoverysoon。"
"No；notsoverysoon。"
Wildevewentindoorstotheemptyroom，acuriousheartachewithinhim。Herestedhiselbowuponthemantelpieceandhisfaceuponhishand。WhenThomasinenteredtheroomhedidnottellherofwhathehadheard。
TheoldlongingforEustaciahadreappearedinhissoul——anditwasmainlybecausehehaddiscoveredthatitwasanotherman’sintentiontopossessher。
Tobeyearningforthedifficult，tobewearyofthatoffered；
tocarefortheremote，todislikethenear；itwasWildeve’snaturealways。Thisisthetruemarkofthemanofsentiment。
ThoughWildeve’sfeveredfeelinghadnotbeenelaboratedtorealpoeticalcompass，itwasofthestandardsort。
HismighthavebeencalledtheRousseauofEgdon。
7—TheMorningandtheEveningofaDayTheweddingmorningcame。NobodywouldhaveimaginedfromappearancesthatBlooms—EndhadanyinterestinMistoverthatday。AsolemnstillnessprevailedaroundthehouseofClym’smother，andtherewasnomoreanimationindoors。
Mrs。Yeobright，whohaddeclinedtoattendtheceremony，satbythebreakfasttableintheoldroomwhichcommunicatedimmediatelywiththeporch，hereyeslistlesslydirectedtowardstheopendoor。Itwastheroominwhich，sixmonthsearlier，themerryChristmaspartyhadmet，towhichEustaciacamesecretlyandasastranger。