"Yes,youshouldtrymore,"echoedtheGrandferwithinsistence,asifhehadbeenthefirsttomakethesuggestion。"Incommonconscienceeverymanoughteithertomarryorgoforasoldier。’Tisascandaltothenationtodoneitheronenort’other。Ididboth,thankGod!Neithertoraisemennortolay’emlow——
thatshowsapoordo—nothingspiritindeed。"
"Ineverhadthenervetostandfire,"falteredChristian。
"Butastomarrying,IownI’veaskedhereandthere,thoughwithoutmuchfruitfromit。Yes,there’ssomehouseorotherthatmighthavehadamanforamaster——suchasheis——that’snowruledbyawomanalone。StillitmighthavebeenawkwardifIhadfoundher;for,d’yesee,neighbours,there’dhavebeennobodyleftathometokeepdownFather’sspiritstothedecentpitchthatbecomesaoldman。"
"Andyou’veyourworkcutouttodothat,myson,"
saidGrandferCantlesmartly。"Iwishthatthedreadofinfirmitieswasnotsostronginme!——I’dstarttheveryfirstthingtomorrowtoseetheworldoveragain!
Butseventy—one,thoughnothingathome,isahighfigureforarover……Ay,seventy—one,lastCandlemasday。
Gad,I’dsoonerhaveitinguineasthaninyears!"
Andtheoldmansighed。
"Don’tyoubemournful,Grandfer,"saidFairway。"Emptsomemorefeathersintothebed—tick,andkeepupyerheart。
Thoughratherleaninthestalksyoubeagreen—leavedoldmanstill。There’stimeenoughlefttoyeyettofillwholechronicles。"
"Begad,I’llgoto’em,Timothy——tothemarriedpair!"
saidGranferCantleinanencouragedvoice,andstartingroundbriskly。"I’llgoto’emtonightandsingaweddingsong,hey?’Tislikemetodoso,youknow;
andthey’dseeitassuch。My’DowninCupid’sGardens’
waswelllikedinfour;still,I’vegotothersasgood,andevenbetter。WhatdoyousaytomyShecal’—ledto’herlove’
Fromthelat’—ticea—bove,’Ocomein’fromthefog—gyfog’—gydew’。’
’Twouldplease’emwellatsuchatime!Really,nowIcometothinkofit,Ihaven’tturnedmytongueinmyheadtotheshapeofarealgoodsongsinceOldMidsummernight,whenwehadthe’BarleyMow’attheWoman;
and’tisapitytoneglectyourstrongpointwherethere’sfewthathavethecompassforsuchthings!"
"So’tis,so’tis,"saidFairway。"Nowgiethebedashakedown。We’veputinseventypoundsofbestfeathers,andIthinkthat’sasmanyasthetickwillfairlyhold。
Abitandadrapwouldn’tbeamissnow,Ireckon。
Christian,mauldownthevictualsfromcorner—cupboardifcanstreach,man,andI’lldrawadrapo’sommattowetitwith。"
Theysatdowntoalunchinthemidstoftheirwork,feathersaround,above,andbelowthem;theoriginalownersofwhichoccasionallycametotheopendoorandcackledbegrudginglyatsightofsuchaquantityoftheiroldclothes。
"UponmysoulIshallbechokt,"saidFairwaywhen,havingextractedafeatherfromhismouth,hefoundseveralothersfloatingonthemugasitwashandedround。
"I’veswalleredseveral;andonehadatolerablequill,"
saidSamplacidlyfromthecorner。
"Hullo——what’sthat——wheelsIhearcoming?"GrandferCantleexclaimed,jumpingupandhasteningtothedoor。"Why,’tistheybackagain——Ididn’texpect’emyetthishalf—hour。
Tobesure,howquickmarryingcanbedonewhenyouareinthemindfor’t!"
"Oyes,itcansoonbeDONE,"saidFairway,asifsomethingshouldbeaddedtomakethestatementcomplete。
HearoseandfollowedtheGrandfer,andtherestalsowenttothedoor。Inamomentanopenflywasdrivenpast,inwhichsatVennandMrs。Venn,Yeobright,andagrandrelativeofVenn’swhohadcomefromBudmouthfortheoccasion。Theflyhadbeenhiredatthenearesttown,regardlessofdistanceandcost,therebeingnothingonEgdonHeath,inVenn’sopinion,dignifiedenoughforsuchaneventwhensuchawomanasThomasinwasthebride;
andthechurchwastooremoteforawalkingbridal—party。
Astheflypassedthegroupwhichhadrunoutfromthehomesteadtheyshouted"Hurrah!"andwavedtheirhands;
feathersanddownfloatingfromtheirhair,theirsleeves,andthefoldsoftheirgarmentsateverymotion,andGrandferCantle’ssealsdancingmerrilyinthesunlightashetwirledhimselfabout。Thedriveroftheflyturnedasuperciliousgazeuponthem;heeventreatedtheweddedpairthemselveswithsomethinglikecondescension;
forinwhatotherstatethanheathencouldpeople,richorpoor,existwhoweredoomedtoabideinsuchaworld’sendasEgdon?Thomasinshowednosuchsuperioritytothegroupatthedoor,flutteringherhandasquicklyasabird’swingtowardsthem,andaskingDiggory,withtearsinhereyes,iftheyoughtnottoalightandspeaktothesekindneighbours。Venn,however,suggestedthat,astheywereallcomingtothehouseintheevening,thiswashardlynecessary。
Afterthisexcitementthesalutingpartyreturnedtotheiroccupation,andthestuffingandsewingweresoonafterwardsfinished,whenFairwayharnessedahorse,wrappedupthecumbrouspresent,anddroveoffwithitinthecarttoVenn’shouseatStickleford。
Yeobright,havingfilledtheofficeattheweddingservicewhichnaturallyfelltohishands,andafterwardsreturnedtothehousewiththehusbandandwife,wasindisposedtotakepartinthefeastinganddancingthatwounduptheevening。Thomasinwasdisappointed。
"IwishIcouldbetherewithoutdashingyourspirits,"
hesaid。"ButImightbetoomuchliketheskullatthebanquet。"
"No,no。"
"Well,dear,apartfromthat,ifyouwouldexcuseme,Ishouldbeglad。Iknowitseemsunkind;but,dearThomasin,IfearIshouldnotbehappyinthecompany——there,that’sthetruthofit。Ishallalwaysbecomingtoseeyouatyournewhome,youknow,sothatmyabsencenowwillnotmatter。"
"ThenIgivein。Dowhateverwillbemostcomfortabletoyourself。"
Clymretiredtohislodgingatthehousetopmuchrelieved,andoccupiedhimselfduringtheafternooninnotingdowntheheadsofasermon,withwhichheintendedtoinitiateallthatreallyseemedpracticableoftheschemethathadoriginallybroughthimhither,andthathehadsolongkeptinviewundervariousmodifications,andthroughevilandgoodreport。Hehadtestedandweighedhisconvictionsagainandagain,andsawnoreasontoalterthem,thoughhehadconsiderablylessenedhisplan。
Hiseyesight,bylonghumouringinhisnativeair,hadgrownstronger,butnotsufficientlystrongtowarranthisattemptinghisextensiveeducationalproject。
Yethedidnotrepine——therewasstillmorethanenoughofanunambitioussorttotaxallhisenergiesandoccupyallhishours。
Eveningdrewon,andsoundsoflifeandmovementinthelowerpartofthedomicilebecamemorepronounced,thegateinthepalingsclickingincessantly。Thepartywastobeanearlyone,andalltheguestswereassembledlongbeforeitwasdark。Yeobrightwentdownthebackstaircaseandintotheheathbyanotherpaththanthatinfront,intendingtowalkintheopenairtillthepartywasover,whenhewouldreturntowishThomasinandherhusbandgood—byeastheydeparted。HisstepswereinsensiblybenttowardsMistoverbythepaththathehadfollowedonthatterriblemorningwhenhelearntthestrangenewsfromSusan’sboy。
Hedidnotturnasidetothecottage,butpushedontoaneminence,whencehecouldseeoverthewholequarterthathadoncebeenEustacia’shome。Whilehestoodobservingthedarkeningscenesomebodycameup。Clym,seeinghimbutdimly,wouldhavelethimpasssilently,hadnotthepedestrian,whowasCharley,recognizedtheyoungmanandspokentohim。
"Charley,Ihavenotseenyouforalengthoftime,"
saidYeobright。"Doyouoftenwalkthisway?"
"No,"theladreplied。"Idon’toftencomeoutsidethebank。"
"YouwerenotattheMaypole。"
"No,"saidCharley,inthesamelistlesstone。"Idon’tcareforthatsortofthingnow。"
"YouratherlikedMissEustacia,didn’tyou?"
Yeobrightgentlyasked。EustaciahadfrequentlytoldhimofCharley’sromanticattachment。
"Yes,verymuch。Ah,Iwish——"
"Yes?"
"Iwish,Mr。Yeobright,youcouldgivemesomethingtokeepthatoncebelongedtoher——ifyoudon’tmind。"
"Ishallbeveryhappyto。Itwillgivemeverygreatpleasure,Charley。LetmethinkwhatIhaveofhersthatyouwouldlike。Butcomewithmetothehouse,andI’llsee。"
TheywalkedtowardsBlooms—Endtogether。Whentheyreachedthefrontitwasdark,andtheshutterswereclosed,sothatnothingoftheinteriorcouldbeseen。
"Comeroundthisway,"saidClym。"Myentranceisatthebackforthepresent。"
ThetwowentroundandascendedthecrookedstairindarknesstillClym’ssitting—roomontheupperfloorwasreached,wherehelitacandle,Charleyenteringgentlybehind。
Yeobrightsearchedhisdesk,andtakingoutasheetoftissue—paperunfoldedfromittwoorthreeundulatinglocksofravenhair,whichfelloverthepaperlikeblackstreams。Fromtheseheselectedone,wrappeditup,andgaveittothelad,whoseeyeshadfilledwithtears。
Hekissedthepacket,putitinhispocket,andsaidinavoiceofemotion,"O,Mr。Clym,howgoodyouaretome!"
"Iwillgoalittlewaywithyou,"saidClym。Andamidthenoiseofmerrimentfrombelowtheydescended。
Theirpathtothefrontledthemclosetoalittlesidewindow,whencetheraysofcandlesstreamedacrosstheshrubs。
Thewindow,beingscreenedfromgeneralobservationbythebushes,hadbeenleftunblinded,sothatapersoninthisprivatenookcouldseeallthatwasgoingonwithintheroomwhichcontainedtheweddingguests,exceptinsofarasvisionwashinderedbythegreenantiquityofthepanes。
"Charley,whataretheydoing?"saidClym。"Mysightisweakeragaintonight,andtheglassofthiswindowisnotgood。"
Charleywipedhisowneyes,whichwereratherblurredwithmoisture,andsteppedclosertothecasement。
"Mr。VennisaskingChristianCantletosing,"hereplied,"andChristianismovingaboutinhischairasifheweremuchfrightenedatthequestion,andhisfatherhasstruckupastaveinsteadofhim。"
"Yes,Icanheartheoldman’svoice,"saidClym。
"Sothere’stobenodancing,Isuppose。AndisThomasinintheroom?Iseesomethingmovinginfrontofthecandlesthatresembleshershape,Ithink。"
"Yes。Shedoseemhappy。Sheisredintheface,andlaughingatsomethingFairwayhassaidtoher。
Omy!"
"Whatnoisewasthat?"saidClym。
"Mr。Vennissotallthatheknockedhisheadagainstthebeamingieingaskipashepassedunder。Mrs。Vennhasrunupquitefrightenedandnowshe’sputherhandtohisheadtofeelifthere’salump。Andnowtheybealllaughingagainasifnothinghadhappened。"
"Doanyofthemseemtocareaboutmynotbeingthere?"
Clymasked。
"No,notabitintheworld。Nowtheyareallholdinguptheirglassesanddrinkingsomebody’shealth。"
"Iwonderifitismine?"
"No,’tisMr。andMrs。Venn’s,becauseheismakingaheartysortofspeech。There——nowMrs。Vennhasgotup,andisgoingawaytoputonherthings,Ithink。"
"Well,theyhaven’tconcernedthemselvesaboutme,anditisquiterighttheyshouldnot。Itisallasitshouldbe,andThomasinatleastishappy。Wewillnotstayanylongernow,astheywillsoonbecomingouttogohome。"
Heaccompaniedtheladintotheheathonhiswayhome,and,returningalonetothehouseaquarterofanhourlater,foundVennandThomasinreadytostart,alltheguestshavingdepartedinhisabsence。
Theweddedpairtooktheirseatsinthefour—wheeleddogcartwhichVenn’sheadmilkerandhandymanhaddrivenfromSticklefordtofetchthemin;littleEustaciaandthenursewerepackedsecurelyupontheopenflapbehind;
andthemilker,onanancientoversteppingpony,whoseshoesclashedlikecymbalsateverytread,rodeintherear,inthemannerofabody—servantofthelastcentury。
"Nowweleaveyouinabsolutepossessionofyourownhouseagain,"saidThomasinasshebentdowntowishhercousingoodnight。"Itwillberatherlonelyforyou,Clym,afterthehubbubwehavebeenmaking。"
"O,that’snoinconvenience,"saidClym,smilingrathersadly。
Andthenthepartydroveoffandvanishedinthenightshades,andYeobrightenteredthehouse。Thetickingoftheclockwastheonlysoundthatgreetedhim,fornotasoulremained;Christian,whoactedascook,valet,andgardenertoClym,sleepingathisfather’shouse。
Yeobrightsatdowninoneofthevacantchairs,andremainedinthoughtalongtime。Hismother’soldchairwasopposite;ithadbeensatinthateveningbythosewhohadscarcelyrememberedthatiteverwashers。
ButtoClymshewasalmostapresencethere,nowasalways。
Whatevershewasinotherpeople’smemories,inhisshewasthesublimesaintwhoseradianceevenhistendernessforEustaciacouldnotobscure。Buthisheartwasheavy,thatMotherhadNOTcrownedhiminthedayofhisespousalsandinthedayofthegladnessofhisheart。
Andeventshadborneouttheaccuracyofherjudgment,andprovedthedevotednessofhercare。HeshouldhaveheededherforEustacia’ssakeevenmorethanforhisown。
"Itwasallmyfault,"hewhispered。"O,mymother,mymother!wouldtoGodthatIcouldlivemylifeagain,andendureforyouwhatyouenduredforme!"
OntheSundayafterthisweddinganunusualsightwastobeseenonRainbarrow。Fromadistancetheresimplyappearedtobeamotionlessfigurestandingonthetopofthetumulus,justasEustaciahadstoodonthatlonelysummitsometwoyearsandahalfbefore。Butnowitwasfinewarmweather,withonlyasummerbreezeblowing,andearlyafternooninsteadofdulltwilight。
ThosewhoascendedtotheimmediateneighbourhoodoftheBarrowperceivedthattheerectforminthecentre,piercingthesky,wasnotreallyalone。RoundhimupontheslopesoftheBarrowanumberofheathmenandwomenwererecliningorsittingattheirease。Theylistenedtothewordsofthemanintheirmidst,whowaspreaching,whiletheyabstractedlypulledheather,strippedferns,ortossedpebblesdowntheslope。ThiswasthefirstofaseriesofmorallecturesorSermonsontheMount,whichweretobedeliveredfromthesameplaceeverySundayafternoonaslongasthefineweatherlasted。
ThecommandingelevationofRainbarrowhadbeenchosenfortworeasons:first,thatitoccupiedacentralpositionamongtheremotecottagesaround;secondly,thatthepreacherthereoncouldbeseenfromalladjacentpointsassoonashearrivedathispost,theviewofhimbeingthusaconvenientsignaltothosestragglerswhowishedtodrawnear。Thespeakerwasbareheaded,andthebreezeateachwaftgentlyliftedandloweredhishair,somewhattoothinforamanofhisyears,thesestillnumberinglessthanthirty—three。
Heworeashadeoverhiseyes,andhisfacewaspensiveandlined;but,thoughthesebodilyfeaturesweremarkedwithdecaytherewasnodefectinthetonesofhisvoice,whichwererich,musical,andstirring。Hestatedthathisdiscoursestopeopleweretobesometimessecular,andsometimesreligious,butneverdogmatic;andthathistextswouldbetakenfromallkindsofbooks。
Thisafternoonthewordswereasfollows:——
"’Andthekingroseuptomeether,andbowedhimselfuntoher,andsatdownonhisthrone,andcausedaseattobesetfortheking’smother;andshesatonhisrighthand。
Thenshesaid,Idesireonesmallpetitionofthee;
Ipraytheesaymenotnay。Andthekingsaiduntoher,Ask,on,mymother:forIwillnotsaytheenay。’"
Yeobrighthad,infact,foundhisvocationinthecareerofanitinerantopen—airpreacherandlectureronmorallyunimpeachablesubjects;andfromthisdayhelabouredincessantlyinthatoffice,speakingnotonlyinsimplelanguageonRainbarrowandinthehamletsround,butinamorecultivatedstrainelsewhere——fromthestepsandporticoesoftownhalls,frommarket—crosses,fromconduits,onesplanadesandonwharves,fromtheparapetsofbridges,inbarnsandouthouses,andallothersuchplacesintheneighbouringWessextownsandvillages。Heleftalonecreedsandsystemsofphilosophy,findingenoughandmorethanenoughtooccupyhistongueintheopinionsandactionscommontoallgoodmen。Somebelievedhim,andsomebelievednot;somesaidthathiswordswerecommonplace,otherscomplainedofhiswantoftheologicaldoctrine;
whileothersagainremarkedthatitwaswellenoughforamantotaketopreachingwhocouldnotseetodoanythingelse。Buteverywherehewaskindlyreceived,forthestoryofhislifehadbecomegenerallyknown。
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