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；