Bythistimeshehadrisen；andtheyinvoluntarilysaunteredontogether，withoutspeaking，fortwoorthreeminutes；
whenEustaciabrokesilencebysaying，"IassumeImustcongratulateyou。"
"Onwhat？Oyes；onmyeleventhousandpounds，youmean。Well，sinceIdidn’tgetsomethingelse，Imustbecontentwithgettingthat。"
"Youseemveryindifferentaboutit。Whydidn’tyoutellmetodaywhenyoucame？"shesaidinthetoneofaneglectedperson。"Iheardofitquitebyaccident。"
"Ididmeantotellyou，"saidWildeve。"ButI——well，Iwillspeakfrankly——IdidnotliketomentionitwhenIsaw，Eustacia，thatyourstarwasnothigh。
Thesightofamanlyingweariedoutwithhardwork，asyourhusbandlay，mademefeelthattobragofmyownfortunetoyouwouldbegreatlyoutofplace。Yet，asyoustoodtherebesidehim，IcouldnothelpfeelingtoothatinmanyrespectshewasarichermanthanI。"
AtthisEustaciasaid，withslumberingmischievousness，"What，wouldyouexchangewithhim——yourfortuneforme？"
"Icertainlywould，"saidWildeve。
"Asweareimaginingwhatisimpossibleandabsurd，supposewechangethesubject？"
"Verywell；andIwilltellyouofmyplansforthefuture，ifyoucaretohearthem。Ishallpermanentlyinvestninethousandpounds，keeponethousandasreadymoney，andwiththeremainingthousandtravelforayearorso。"
"Travel？Whatabrightidea！Wherewillyougoto？"
"FromheretoParis，whereIshallpassthewinterandspring。
ThenIshallgotoItaly，Greece，Egypt，andPalestine，beforethehotweathercomeson。InthesummerIshallgotoAmerica；andthen，byaplannotyetsettled，IshallgotoAustraliaandroundtoIndia。BythattimeIshallhavebeguntohavehadenoughofit。ThenIshallprobablycomebacktoParisagain，andthereIshallstayaslongasIcanaffordto。"
"BacktoParisagain，"shemurmuredinavoicethatwasnearlyasigh。ShehadneveroncetoldWildeveoftheParisiandesireswhichClym’sdescriptionhadsowninher；
yetherewasheinvoluntarilyinapositiontogratifythem。
"YouthinkagooddealofParis？"sheadded。
"Yes。Inmyopinionitisthecentralbeauty—spotoftheworld。"
"Andinmine！AndThomasinwillgowithyou？"
"Yes，ifshecaresto。Shemayprefertostayathome。"
"Soyouwillbegoingabout，andIshallbestayinghere！"
"Isupposeyouwill。Butweknowwhosefaultthatis。"
"Iamnotblamingyou，"shesaidquickly。
"Oh，Ithoughtyouwere。IfeveryouSHOULDbeinclinedtoblameme，thinkofacertaineveningbyRainbarrow，whenyoupromisedtomeetmeanddidnot。Yousentmealetter；andmyheartachedtoreadthatasIhopeyoursneverwill。Thatwasonepointofdivergence。
Ithendidsomethinginhaste……Butsheisagoodwoman，andIwillsaynomore。"
"Iknowthattheblamewasonmysidethattime，"
saidEustacia。"Butithadnotalwaysbeenso。
However，itismymisfortunetobetoosuddeninfeeling。
O，Damon，don’treproachmeanymore——Ican’tbearthat。"
Theywentonsilentlyforadistanceoftwoorthreemiles，whenEustaciasaidsuddenly，"Haven’tyoucomeoutofyourway，Mr。Wildeve？"
"Mywayisanywheretonight。IwillgowithyouasfarasthehillonwhichwecanseeBlooms—End，asitisgettinglateforyoutobealone。"
"Don’ttrouble。Iamnotobligedtobeoutatall。
IthinkIwouldratheryoudidnotaccompanymefurther。
Thissortofthingwouldhaveanoddlookifknown。"
"Verywell，Iwillleaveyou。"Hetookherhandunexpectedly，andkissedit——forthefirsttimesincehermarriage。
"Whatlightisthatonthehill？"headded，asitweretohidethecaress。
Shelooked，andsawaflickeringfirelightproceedingfromtheopensideofahovelalittlewaybeforethem。
Thehovel，whichshehadhithertoalwaysfoundempty，seemedtobeinhabitednow。
"Sinceyouhavecomesofar，"saidEustacia，"willyouseemesafelypastthathut？IthoughtIshouldhavemetClymsomewhereabouthere，butashedoesn’tappearI
willhastenonandgettoBlooms—Endbeforeheleaves。"
Theyadvancedtotheturf—shed，andwhentheygotnearitthefirelightandthelanterninsideshoweddistinctlyenoughtheformofawomanrecliningonabedoffern，agroupofheathmenandwomenstandingaroundher。EustaciadidnotrecognizeMrs。Yeobrightintherecliningfigure，norClymasoneofthestanders—bytillshecameclose。
ThenshequicklypressedherhanduponWildeve’sarmandsignifiedtohimtocomebackfromtheopensideoftheshedintotheshadow。
"Itismyhusbandandhismother，"shewhisperedinanagitatedvoice。"Whatcanitmean？Willyoustepforwardandtellme？"
Wildevelefthersideandwenttothebackwallofthehut。
PresentlyEustaciaperceivedthathewasbeckoningtoher，andsheadvancedandjoinedhim。
"Itisaseriouscase，"saidWildeve。
Fromtheirpositiontheycouldhearwhatwasproceedinginside。
"Icannotthinkwhereshecouldhavebeengoing，"
saidClymtosomeone。"Shehadevidentlywalkedalongway，butevenwhenshewasabletospeakjustnowshewouldnottellmewhere。Whatdoyoureallythinkofher？"
"Thereisagreatdealtofear，"wasgravelyanswered，inavoicewhichEustaciarecognizedasthatoftheonlysurgeoninthedistrict。"Shehassufferedsomewhatfromthebiteoftheadder；butitisexhaustionwhichhasoverpoweredher。Myimpressionisthatherwalkmusthavebeenexceptionallylong。"
"Iusedtotellhernottooverwalkherselfthisweather，"
saidClym，withdistress。"Doyouthinkwedidwellinusingtheadder’sfat？"
"Well，itisaveryancientremedy——theoldremedyoftheviper—catchers，Ibelieve，"repliedthedoctor。
"ItismentionedasaninfallibleointmentbyHoffman，Mead，andIthinktheAbbeFontana。Undoubtedlyitwasasgoodathingasyoucoulddo；thoughIquestionifsomeotheroilswouldnothavebeenequallyefficacious。"
"Comehere，comehere！"wasthenrapidlysaidinanxiousfemaletones，andClymandthedoctorcouldbeheardrushingforwardfromthebackpartoftheshedtowhereMrs。Yeobrightlay。
"Oh，whatisit？"whisperedEustacia。
"’TwasThomasinwhospoke，"saidWildeve。"Thentheyhavefetchedher。IwonderifIhadbettergoin——yetitmightdoharm。"
Foralongtimetherewasuttersilenceamongthegroupwithin；anditwasbrokenatlastbyClymsaying，inanagonizedvoice，"ODoctor，whatdoesitmean？"
Thedoctordidnotreplyatonce；ultimatelyhesaid，"Sheissinkingfast。Herheartwaspreviouslyaffected，andphysicalexhaustionhasdealtthefinishingblow。"
Thentherewasaweepingofwomen，thenwaiting，thenhushedexclamations，thenastrangegaspingsound，thenapainfulstillness。
"Itisallover，"saidthedoctor。
Furtherbackinthehutthecotterswhispered，"Mrs。Yeobrightisdead。"
Almostatthesamemomentthetwowatchersobservedtheformofasmallold—fashionedchildenteringattheopensideoftheshed。SusanNunsuch，whoseboyitwas，wentforwardtotheopeningandsilentlybeckonedtohimtogoback。
"I’vegotsomethingtotell’ee，Mother，"hecriedinashrilltone。"Thatwomanasleeptherewalkedalongwithmetoday；andshesaidIwastosaythatIhadseedher，andshewasabroken—heartedwomanandcastoffbyherson，andthenIcameonhome。"
Aconfusedsobasfromamanwasheardwithin，uponwhichEustaciagaspedfaintly，"That’sClym——I
mustgotohim——yetdareIdoit？No——comeaway！"
Whentheyhadwithdrawnfromtheneighbourhoodoftheshedshesaidhuskily，"Iamtoblameforthis。
Thereisevilinstoreforme。"
"Wasshenotadmittedtoyourhouseafterall？"
Wildeveinquired。
"No，andthat’swhereitalllies！Oh，whatshallIdo！I
shallnotintrudeuponthem——Ishallgostraighthome。
Damon，good—bye！Icannotspeaktoyouanymorenow。"
Theypartedcompany；andwhenEustaciahadreachedthenexthillshelookedback。AmelancholyprocessionwaswendingitswaybythelightofthelanternfromthehuttowardsBlooms—End。Wildevewasnowheretobeseen。
bookfiveTHEDISCOVERY
1—"WhereforeIsLightGiventoHimThatIsinMisery"
Oneevening，aboutthreeweeksafterthefuneralofMrs。Yeobright，whenthesilverfaceofthemoonsentabundleofbeamsdirectlyuponthefloorofClym’shouseatAlderworth，awomancameforthfromwithin。Shereclinedoverthegardengateasiftorefreshherselfawhile。
Thepalelunartoucheswhichmakebeautiesofhagslentdivinitytothisface，alreadybeautiful。
Shehadnotlongbeentherewhenamancameuptheroadandwithsomehesitationsaidtoher，"Howishetonight，ma’am，ifyouplease？"
"Heisbetter，thoughstillveryunwell，Humphrey，"
repliedEustacia。
"Ishelight—headed，ma’am？"
"No。Heisquitesensiblenow。"
"Doheraveabouthismotherjustthesame，poorfellow？"
continuedHumphrey。
"Justasmuch，thoughnotquitesowildly，"shesaidinalowvoice。
"Itwasveryunfortunate，ma’am，thattheboyJohnnyshouldeverha’toldhimhismother’sdyingwords，aboutherbeingbroken—heartedandcastoffbyherson。
’Twasenoughtoupsetanymanalive。"
Eustaciamadenoreplybeyondthatofaslightcatchinherbreath，asofonewhofainwouldspeakbutcouldnot；
andHumphrey，decliningherinvitationtocomein，wentaway。
Eustaciaturned，enteredthehouse，andascendedtothefrontbedroom，whereashadedlightwasburning。
InthebedlayClym，pale，haggard，wideawake，tossingtoonesideandtotheother，hiseyeslitbyahotlight，asifthefireintheirpupilswereburninguptheirsubstance。
"Isityou，Eustacia？"hesaidasshesatdown。
"Yes，Clym。Ihavebeendowntothegate。Themoonisshiningbeautifully，andthereisnotaleafstirring。"
"Shining，isit？What’sthemoontoamanlikeme？Letitshine——letanythingbe，sothatIneverseeanotherday！……Eustacia，Idon’tknowwheretolook——mythoughtsgothroughmelikeswords。O，ifanymanwantstomakehimselfimmortalbypaintingapictureofwretchedness，lethimcomehere！"
"Whydoyousayso？"
"IcannothelpfeelingthatIdidmybesttokillher。"
"No，Clym。"
"Yes，itwasso；itisuselesstoexcuseme！Myconducttoherwastoohideous——Imadenoadvances；andshecouldnotbringherselftoforgiveme。Nowsheisdead！
IfIhadonlyshownmyselfwillingtomakeitupwithhersooner，andwehadbeenfriends，andthenshehaddied，itwouldn’tbesohardtobear。ButIneverwentnearherhouse，soshenevercamenearmine，anddidn’tknowhowwelcomeshewouldhavebeen——that’swhattroublesme。
ShedidnotknowIwasgoingtoherhousethatverynight，forshewastooinsensibletounderstandme。Ifshehadonlycometoseeme！Ilongedthatshewould。
Butitwasnottobe。"
ThereescapedfromEustaciaoneofthoseshiveringsighswhichusedtoshakeherlikeapestilentblast。
Shehadnotyettold。
ButYeobrightwastoodeeplyabsorbedintheramblingsincidentaltohisremorsefulstatetonoticeher。
Duringhisillnesshehadbeencontinuallytalkingthus。
DespairhadbeenaddedtohisoriginalgriefbytheunfortunatedisclosureoftheboywhohadreceivedthelastwordsofMrs。Yeobright——wordstoobitterlyutteredinanhourofmisapprehension。Thenhisdistresshadoverwhelmedhim，andhelongedfordeathasafieldlabourerlongsfortheshade。Itwasthepitifulsightofamanstandingintheveryfocusofsorrow。Hecontinuallybewailedhistardyjourneytohismother’shouse，becauseitwasanerrorwhichcouldneverberectified，andinsistedthathemusthavebeenhorriblypervertedbysomefiendnottohavethoughtbeforethatitwashisdutytogotoher，sinceshedidnotcometohim。HewouldaskEustaciatoagreewithhiminhisself—condemnation；
andwhenshe，searedinwardlybyasecretshedarednottell，declaredthatshecouldnotgiveanopinion，hewouldsay，"That’sbecauseyoudidn’tknowmymother’snature。
Shewasalwaysreadytoforgiveifaskedtodoso；
butIseemedtohertobeasanobstinatechild，andthatmadeherunyielding。Yetnotunyielding——shewasproudandreserved，nomore……Yes，Icanunderstandwhysheheldoutagainstmesolong。Shewaswaitingforme。
Idaresayshesaidahundredtimesinhersorrow，’WhatareturnhemakesforallthesacrificesIhavemadeforhim！’
Ineverwenttoher！WhenIsetouttovisitheritwastoolate。Tothinkofthatisnearlyintolerable！"
Sometimeshisconditionhadbeenoneofutterremorse，unsoftenedbyasingletearofpuresorrow：andthenhewrithedashelay，feveredfarmorebythoughtthanbyphysicalills。"IfIcouldonlygetoneassurancethatshedidnotdieinabeliefthatIwasresentful，"
hesaidonedaywheninthismood，"itwouldbebettertothinkofthanahopeofheaven。ButthatIcannotdo。"
"Yougiveyourselfuptoomuchtothiswearyingdespair，"
saidEustacia。"Othermen’smothershavedied。"
"Thatdoesn’tmakethelossofmineless。Yetitislessthelossthanthecircumstancesoftheloss。
Isinnedagainsther，andonthataccountthereisnolightforme。"
"Shesinnedagainstyou，Ithink。"
"No，shedidnot。Icommittedtheguilt；andmaythewholeburdenbeuponmyhead！"
"Ithinkyoumightconsidertwicebeforeyousaythat，"
Eustaciareplied。"Singlemenhave，nodoubt，arighttocursethemselvesasmuchastheyplease；butmenwithwivesinvolvetwointhedoomtheypraydown。"
"Iamintoosorryastatetounderstandwhatyouarerefiningon，"saidthewretchedman。"Dayandnightshoutatme，’Youhavehelpedtokillher。’ButinloathingmyselfImay，Iown，beunjusttoyou，mypoorwife。
Forgivemeforit，Eustacia，forIscarcelyknowwhatIdo。"
Eustaciawasalwaysanxioustoavoidthesightofherhusbandinsuchastateasthis，whichhadbecomeasdreadfultoherasthetrialscenewastoJudasIscariot。
Itbroughtbeforehereyesthespectreofaworn—outwomanknockingatadoorwhichshewouldnotopen；
andsheshrankfromcontemplatingit。YetitwasbetterforYeobrighthimselfwhenhespokeopenlyofhissharpregret，forinsilenceheenduredinfinitelymore，andwouldsometimesremainsolonginatense，broodingmood，consuminghimselfbythegnawingofhisthought，thatitwasimperativelynecessarytomakehimtalkaloud，thathisgriefmightinsomedegreeexpenditselfintheeffort。
Eustaciahadnotbeenlongindoorsafterherlookatthemoonlightwhenasoftfootstepcameuptothehouse，andThomasinwasannouncedbythewomandownstairs。
"Ah，Thomasin！Thankyouforcomingtonight，"saidClymwhensheenteredtheroom。"HereamI，yousee。
SuchawretchedspectacleamI，thatIshrinkfrombeingseenbyasinglefriend，andalmostfromyou。"
"Youmustnotshrinkfromme，dearClym，"saidThomasinearnestly，inthatsweetvoiceofherswhichcametoasuffererlikefreshairintoaBlackHole。
"Nothinginyoucanevershockmeordrivemeaway。
Ihavebeenherebefore，butyoudon’trememberit。"
"Yes，Ido；Iamnotdelirious，Thomasin，norhaveI
beensoatall。Don’tyoubelievethatiftheysayso。
IamonlyingreatmiseryatwhatIhavedone，andthat，withtheweakness，makesmeseemmad。Butithasnotupsetmyreason。DoyouthinkIshouldrememberallaboutmymother’sdeathifIwereoutofmymind？Nosuchgoodluck。
Twomonthsandahalf，Thomasin，thelastofherlife，didmypoormotherlivealone，distractedandmourningbecauseofme；
yetshewasunvisitedbyme，thoughIwaslivingonlysixmilesoff。Twomonthsandahalf——seventy—fivedaysdidthesunriseandsetuponherinthatdesertedstatewhichadogdidn’tdeserve！Poorpeoplewhohadnothingincommonwithherwouldhavecaredforher，andvisitedherhadtheyknownhersicknessandloneliness；butI，whoshouldhavebeenalltoher，stayedawaylikeacur。
IfthereisanyjusticeinGodletHimkillmenow。
Hehasnearlyblindedme，butthatisnotenough。
IfHewouldonlystrikemewithmorepainIwouldbelieveinHimforever！"
"Hush，hush！O，pray，Clym，don’t，don’tsayit！"
imploredThomasin，affrightedintosobsandtears；
whileEustacia，attheothersideoftheroom，thoughherpalefaceremainedcalm，writhedinherchair。
Clymwentonwithoutheedinghiscousin。
"ButIamnotworthreceivingfurtherproofevenofHeaven’sreprobation。Doyouthink，Thomasin，thatsheknewme——thatshedidnotdieinthathorridmistakennotionaboutmynotforgivingher，whichIcan’ttellyouhowsheacquired？Ifyoucouldonlyassuremeofthat！Doyouthinkso，Eustacia？Dospeaktome。"
"IthinkIcanassureyouthatsheknewbetteratlast，"
saidThomasin。ThepallidEustaciasaidnothing。
"Whydidn’tshecometomyhouse？IwouldhavetakenherinandshowedherhowIlovedherinspiteofall。
Butshenevercame；andIdidn’tgotoher，andshediedontheheathlikeananimalkickedout，nobodytohelphertillitwastoolate。Ifyoucouldhaveseenher，Thomasin，asIsawher——apoordyingwoman，lyinginthedarkuponthebareground，moaning，nobodynear，believingshewasutterlydesertedbyalltheworld，itwouldhavemovedyoutoanguish，itwouldhavemovedabrute。Andthispoorwomanmymother！Nowondershesaidtothechild，’Youhaveseenabroken—heartedwoman。’
Whatastateshemusthavebeenbroughtto，tosaythat！andwhocanhavedoneitbutI？Itistoodreadfultothinkof，andIwishIcouldbepunishedmoreheavilythanIam。
HowlongwasIwhattheycalledoutofmysenses？"
"Aweek，Ithink。"
"AndthenIbecamecalm。"
"Yes，forfourdays。"
"AndnowIhaveleftoffbeingcalm。"
"Buttrytobequiet——pleasedo，andyouwillsoonbestrong。
Ifyoucouldremovethatimpressionfromyourmind——"
"Yes，yes，"hesaidimpatiently。"ButIdon’twanttogetstrong。What’stheuseofmygettingwell？ItwouldbebetterformeifIdie，anditwouldcertainlybebetterforEustacia。IsEustaciathere？"
"Yes。"
"Itwouldbebetterforyou，Eustacia，ifIweretodie？"
"Don’tpresssuchaquestion，dearClym。"
"Well，itreallyisbutashadowysupposition；
forunfortunatelyIamgoingtolive。Ifeelmyselfgettingbetter。Thomasin，howlongareyougoingtostayattheinn，nowthatallthismoneyhascometoyourhusband？"
"Anothermonthortwo，probably；untilmyillnessisover。
Wecannotgetofftillthen。Ithinkitwillbeamonthormore。"
"Yes，yes。Ofcourse。Ah，CousinTamsie，youwillgetoveryourtrouble——onelittlemonthwilltakeyouthroughit，andbringsomethingtoconsoleyou；butIshallnevergetovermine，andnoconsolationwillcome！"
"Clym，youareunjusttoyourself。Dependuponit，Auntthoughtkindlyofyou。Iknowthat，ifshehadlived，youwouldhavebeenreconciledwithher。"
"Butshedidn’tcometoseeme，thoughIaskedher，beforeImarried，ifshewouldcome。Hadshecome，orhadIgonethere，shewouldneverhavediedsaying，’Iamabroken—heartedwoman，castoffbymyson。’Mydoorhasalwaysbeenopentoher——awelcomeherehasalwaysawaitedher。Butthatshenevercametosee。"
"Youhadbetternottalkanymorenow，Clym，"saidEustaciafaintlyfromtheotherpartoftheroom，forthescenewasgrowingintolerabletoher。
"LetmetalktoyouinsteadforthelittletimeIshallbehere，"Thomasinsaidsoothingly。"Considerwhataone—sidedwayyouhaveoflookingatthematter，Clym。
Whenshesaidthattothelittleboyyouhadnotfoundherandtakenherintoyourarms；anditmighthavebeenutteredinamomentofbitterness。ItwasratherlikeAunttosaythingsinhaste。Shesometimesusedtospeaksotome。
ThoughshedidnotcomeIamconvincedthatshethoughtofcomingtoseeyou。Doyousupposeaman’smothercouldlivetwoorthreemonthswithoutoneforgivingthought？
Sheforgaveme；andwhyshouldshenothaveforgivenyou？"
"Youlabouredtowinherround；Ididnothing。I，whowasgoingtoteachpeoplethehighersecretsofhappiness，didnotknowhowtokeepoutofthatgrossmiserywhichthemostuntaughtarewiseenoughtoavoid。"
"Howdidyougetheretonight，Thomasin？"saidEustacia。
"Damonsetmedownattheendofthelane。HehasdrivenintoEastEgdononbusiness，andhewillcomeandpickmeupby—and—by。"
Accordinglytheysoonafterheardthenoiseofwheels。
Wildevehadcome，andwaswaitingoutsidewithhishorseandgig。
"SendoutandtellhimIwillbedownintwominutes，"
saidThomasin。
"Iwillrundownmyself，"saidEustacia。
Shewentdown。Wildevehadalighted，andwasstandingbeforethehorse’sheadwhenEustaciaopenedthedoor。
Hedidnotturnforamoment，thinkingthecomerThomasin。
Thenhelooked，startledeversolittle，andsaidoneword：
"Well？"
"Ihavenotyettoldhim，"sherepliedinawhisper。
"Thendon’tdosotillheiswell——itwillbefatal。
Youareillyourself。"
"Iamwretched……ODamon，"shesaid，burstingintotears，"I——Ican’ttellyouhowunhappyIam！Icanhardlybearthis。Icantellnobodyofmytrouble——nobodyknowsofitbutyou。"
"Poorgirl！"saidWildeve，visiblyaffectedatherdistress，andatlastledonsofarastotakeherhand。
"Itishard，whenyouhavedonenothingtodeserveit，thatyoushouldhavegotinvolvedinsuchawebasthis。
Youwerenotmadeforthesesadscenes。Iamtoblamemost。
IfIcouldonlyhavesavedyoufromitall！"
"But，Damon，pleasepraytellmewhatImustdo？Tositbyhimhourafterhour，andhearhimreproachhimselfasbeingthecauseofherdeath，andtoknowthatIamthesinner，ifanyhumanbeingisatall，drivesmeintocolddespair。Idon’tknowwhattodo。
ShouldItellhimorshouldInottellhim？Ialwaysamaskingmyselfthat。O，Iwanttotellhim；andyetI
amafraid。Ifhefinditouthemustsurelykillme，fornothingelsewillbeinproportiontohisfeelingsnow。
’Bewarethefuryofapatientman’soundsdaybydayinmyearsasIwatchhim。"
"Well，waittillheisbetter，andtrusttochance。
Andwhenyoutell，youmustonlytellpart——forhisownsake。"
"WhichpartshouldIkeepback？"
Wildevepaused。"ThatIwasinthehouseatthetime，"
hesaidinalowtone。
"Yes；itmustbeconcealed，seeingwhathasbeenwhispered。
Howmucheasierarehastyactionsthanspeechesthatwillexcusethem！"
"Ifhewereonlytodie——"Wildevemurmured。
"Donotthinkofit！IwouldnotbuyhopeofimmunitybysocowardlyadesireevenifIhatedhim。NowIamgoinguptohimagain。Thomasinbademetellyoushewouldbedowninafewminutes。Good—bye。"
Shereturned，andThomasinsoonappeared。Whenshewasseatedinthegigwithherhusband，andthehorsewasturningtogooff，Wildeveliftedhiseyestothebedroomwindows。
Lookingfromoneofthemhecoulddiscernapale，tragicfacewatchinghimdriveaway。ItwasEustacia’s。
2—ALuridLightBreaksinuponaDarkenedUnderstandingClym’sgriefbecamemitigatedbywearingitselfout。
Hisstrengthreturned，andamonthafterthevisitofThomasinhemighthavebeenseenwalkingaboutthegarden。
Enduranceanddespair，equanimityandgloom，thetintsofhealthandthepallorofdeath，mingledweirdlyinhisface。
Hewasnowunnaturallysilentuponallofthepastthatrelatedtohismother；andthoughEustaciaknewthathewasthinkingofitnonetheless，shewasonlytoogladtoescapethetopicevertobringitupanew。Whenhismindhadbeenweakerhishearthadledhimtospeakout；