Andnomorewassaid，ThomasinbeinggladenoughofareasonfornotmentioningClym’svisittoherthatevening，andhisstory。
　　7—TheNightoftheSixthofNovemberHavingresolvedonflightEustaciaattimesseemedanxiousthatsomethingshouldhappentothwartherownintention。TheonlyeventthatcouldreallychangeherpositionwastheappearanceofClym。Theglorywhichhadencircledhimasherloverwasdepartednow；
　　yetsomegoodsimplequalityofhiswouldoccasionallyreturntohermemoryandstiramomentarythrobofhopethathewouldagainpresenthimselfbeforeher。Butcalmlyconsidereditwasnotlikelythatsuchaseveranceasnowexistedwouldevercloseup——shewouldhavetoliveonasapainfulobject，isolated，andoutofplace。
　　Shehadusedtothinkoftheheathaloneasanuncongenialspottobein；shefeltitnowofthewholeworld。
　　Towardseveningonthesixthherdeterminationtogoawayagainrevived。Aboutfouro’clockshepackedupanewthefewsmallarticlesshehadbroughtinherflightfromAlderworth，andalsosomebelongingtoherwhichhadbeenlefthere；thewholeformedabundlenottoolargetobecarriedinherhandforadistanceofamileortwo。
　　Thescenewithoutgrewdarker；mud—colouredcloudsbellieddownwardsfromtheskylikevasthammocksslungacrossit，andwiththeincreaseofnightastormywindarose；
　　butasyettherewasnorain。
　　Eustaciacouldnotrestindoors，havingnothingmoretodo，andshewanderedtoandfroonthehill，notfarfromthehouseshewassoontoleave。InthesedesultoryramblingsshepassedthecottageofSusanNunsuch，alittlelowerdownthanhergrandfather’s。Thedoorwasajar，andaribandofbrightfirelightfelloverthegroundwithout。
　　AsEustaciacrossedthefirebeamssheappearedforaninstantasdistinctasafigureinaphantasmagoria——acreatureoflightsurroundedbyanareaofdarkness；
　　themomentpassed，andshewasabsorbedinnightagain。
　　Awomanwhowassittinginsidethecottagehadseenandrecognizedherinthatmomentaryirradiation。ThiswasSusanherself，occupiedinpreparingapossetforherlittleboy，who，oftenailing，wasnowseriouslyunwell。
　　Susandroppedthespoon，shookherfistatthevanishedfigure，andthenproceededwithherworkinamusing，absentway。
　　Ateighto’clock，thehouratwhichEustaciahadpromisedtosignalWildeveifevershesignalledatall，shelookedaroundthepremisestolearnifthecoastwasclear，wenttothefurze—rick，andpulledthencealong—stemmedboughofthatfuel。Thisshecarriedtothecornerofthebank，and，glancingbehindtoseeiftheshutterswereallclosed，shestruckalight，andkindledthefurze。
　　WhenitwasthoroughlyablazeEustaciatookitbythestemandwaveditintheairaboveherheadtillithadburneditselfout。
　　Shewasgratified，ifgratificationwerepossibletosuchamood，byseeingasimilarlightinthevicinityofWildeve’sresidenceaminuteortwolater。
　　Havingagreedtokeepwatchatthishoureverynight，incasesheshouldrequireassistance，thispromptnessprovedhowstrictlyhehadheldtohisword。
　　Fourhoursafterthepresenttime，thatis，atmidnight，hewastobereadytodrivehertoBudmouth，asprearranged。
　　Eustaciareturnedtothehouse。Supperhavingbeengotoversheretiredearly，andsatinherbedroomwaitingforthetimetogoby。Thenightbeingdarkandthreatening，CaptainVyehadnotstrolledouttogossipinanycottageortocallattheinn，aswassometimeshiscustomontheselongautumnnights；andhesatsippinggrogalonedownstairs。
　　Aboutteno’clocktherewasaknockatthedoor。
　　WhentheservantopenedittheraysofthecandlefellupontheformofFairway。
　　"Iwasa—forcedtogotoLowerMistovertonight，"
　　hesaid，"andMr。Yeobrightaskedmetoleavethishereonmyway；but，faith，Iputitintheliningofmyhat，andthoughtnomoreaboutittillIgotbackandwashaspingmygatebeforegoingtobed。SoIhaverunbackwithitatonce。"
　　Hehandedinaletterandwenthisway。Thegirlbroughtittothecaptain，whofoundthatitwasdirectedtoEustacia。Heturneditoverandover，andfanciedthatthewritingwasherhusband’s，thoughhecouldnotbesure。However，hedecidedtoletherhaveitatonceifpossible，andtookitupstairsforthatpurpose；
　　butonreachingthedoorofherroomandlookinginatthekeyholehefoundtherewasnolightwithin，thefactbeingthatEustacia，withoutundressing，hadflungherselfuponthebed，torestandgatheralittlestrengthforhercomingjourney。Hergrandfatherconcludedfromwhathesawthatheoughtnottodisturbher；
　　anddescendingagaintotheparlourheplacedtheletteronthemantelpiecetogiveittoherinthemorning。
　　Ateleveno’clockhewenttobedhimself，smokedforsometimeinhisbedroom，putouthislightathalf—
　　pasteleven，andthen，aswashisinvariablecustom，pulleduptheblindbeforegettingintobed，thathemightseewhichwaythewindblewonopeninghiseyesinthemorning，hisbedroomwindowcommandingaviewoftheflagstaffandvane。Justashehadlaindownhewassurprisedtoobservethewhitepoleofthestaffflashintoexistencelikeastreakofphosphorusdrawndownwardsacrosstheshadeofnightwithout。Onlyoneexplanationmetthis——alighthadbeensuddenlythrownuponthepolefromthedirectionofthehouse。Aseverybodyhadretiredtoresttheoldmanfeltitnecessarytogetoutofbed，openthewindowsoftly，andlooktotherightandleft。
　　Eustacia’sbedroomwaslightedup，anditwastheshinefromherwindowwhichhadlightedthepole。Wonderingwhathadarousedher，heremainedundecidedatthewindow，andwasthinkingoffetchingthelettertoslipitunderherdoor，whenheheardaslightbrushingofgarmentsonthepartitiondividinghisroomfromthepassage。
　　ThecaptainconcludedthatEustacia，feelingwakeful，hadgoneforabook，andwouldhavedismissedthematterasunimportantifhehadnotalsoheardherdistinctlyweepingasshepassed。
　　"Sheisthinkingofthathusbandofhers，"hesaidtohimself。
　　"Ah，thesillygoose！shehadnobusinesstomarryhim。
　　Iwonderifthatletterisreallyhis？"
　　Hearose，threwhisboat—cloakroundhim，openedthedoor，andsaid，"Eustacia！"Therewasnoanswer。"Eustacia！"herepeatedlouder，"thereisaletteronthemantelpieceforyou。"
　　Butnoresponsewasmadetothisstatementsaveanimaginaryonefromthewind，whichseemedtognawatthecornersofthehouse，andthestrokeofafewdropsofrainuponthewindows。
　　Hewentontothelanding，andstoodwaitingnearlyfiveminutes。Stillshedidnotreturn。Hewentbackforalight，andpreparedtofollowher；butfirsthelookedintoherbedroom。There，ontheoutsideofthequilt，wastheimpressionofherform，showingthatthebedhadnotbeenopened；and，whatwasmoresignificant，shehadnottakenhercandlestickdownstairs。
　　Hewasnowthoroughlyalarmed；andhastilyputtingonhisclotheshedescendedtothefrontdoor，whichhehimselfhadboltedandlocked。Itwasnowunfastened。
　　TherewasnolongeranydoubtthatEustaciahadleftthehouseatthismidnighthour；andwhithercouldshehavegone？Tofollowherwasalmostimpossible。
　　Hadthedwellingstoodinanordinaryroad，twopersonssettingout，oneineachdirection，mighthavemadesureofovertakingher；butitwasahopelesstasktoseekforanybodyonaheathinthedark，thepracticabledirectionsforflightacrossitfromanypointbeingasnumerousasthemeridiansradiatingfromthepole。
　　Perplexedwhattodo，helookedintotheparlour，andwasvexedtofindthattheletterstilllaythereuntouched。
　　Athalf—pasteleven，findingthatthehousewassilent，Eustaciahadlightedhercandle，putonsomewarmouterwrappings，takenherbaginherhand，and，extinguishingthelightagain，descendedthestaircase。
　　Whenshegotintotheouterairshefoundthatithadbeguntorain，andasshestoodpausingatthedooritincreased，threateningtocomeonheavily。Buthavingcommittedherselftothislineofactiontherewasnoretreatingforbadweather。EventhereceiptofClym’sletterwouldnothavestoppedhernow。Thegloomofthenightwasfunereal；allnatureseemedclothedincrape。
　　Thespikypointsofthefirtreesbehindthehouseroseintotheskyliketheturretsandpinnaclesofanabbey。
　　NothingbelowthehorizonwasvisiblesavealightwhichwasstillburninginthecottageofSusanNunsuch。
　　Eustaciaopenedherumbrellaandwentoutfromtheenclosurebythestepsoverthebank，afterwhichshewasbeyondalldangerofbeingperceived。Skirtingthepool，shefollowedthepathtowardsRainbarrow，occasionallystumblingovertwistedfurzeroots，tuftsofrushes，oroozinglumpsoffleshyfungi，whichatthisseasonlayscatteredabouttheheathliketherottenliverandlungsofsomecolossalanimal。Themoonandstarswereclosedupbycloudandraintothedegreeofextinction。
　　Itwasanightwhichledthetraveller’sthoughtsinstinctivelytodwellonnocturnalscenesofdisasterinthechroniclesoftheworld，onallthatisterribleanddarkinhistoryandlegend——thelastplagueofEgypt，thedestructionofSennacherib’shost，theagonyinGethsemane。
　　EustaciaatlengthreachedRainbarrow，andstoodstilltheretothink。Neverwasharmonymoreperfectthanthatbetweenthechaosofhermindandthechaosoftheworldwithout。
　　Asuddenrecollectionhadflashedonherthismoment——shehadnotmoneyenoughforundertakingalongjourney。
　　Amidthefluctuatingsentimentsofthedayherunpracticalmindhadnotdweltonthenecessityofbeingwell—provided，andnowthatshethoroughlyrealizedtheconditionsshesighedbitterlyandceasedtostanderect，graduallycrouchingdownundertheumbrellaasifsheweredrawnintotheBarrowbyahandfrombeneath。
　　Coulditbethatshewastoremainacaptivestill？
　　Money——shehadneverfeltitsvaluebefore。Eventoeffaceherselffromthecountrymeanswererequired。
　　ToaskWildeveforpecuniaryaidwithoutallowinghimtoaccompanyherwasimpossibletoawomanwithashadowofprideleftinher；toflyashismistress——andsheknewthathelovedher——wasofthenatureofhumiliation。
　　Anyonewhohadstoodbynowwouldhavepitiedher，notsomuchonaccountofherexposuretoweather，andisolationfromallofhumanityexceptthemoulderedremainsinsidethetumulus；butforthatotherformofmiserywhichwasdenotedbytheslightlyrockingmovementthatherfeelingsimpartedtoherperson。
　　Extremeunhappinessweighedvisiblyuponher。Betweenthedrippingsoftherainfromherumbrellatohermantle，fromhermantletotheheather，fromtheheathertotheearth，verysimilarsoundscouldbeheardcomingfromherlips；
　　andthetearfulnessoftheouterscenewasrepeateduponherface。Thewingsofhersoulwerebrokenbythecruelobstructivenessofallabouther；andevenhadsheseenherselfinapromisingwayofgettingtoBudmouth，enteringasteamer，andsailingtosomeoppositeport，shewouldhavebeenbutlittlemorebuoyant，sofearfullymalignantwereotherthings。Sheutteredwordsaloud。
　　Whenawomaninsuchasituation，neitherold，deaf，crazed，norwhimsical，takesuponherselftosobandsoliloquizealoudthereissomethinggrievousthematter。
　　"CanIgo，canIgo？"shemoaned。"He’snotGREAT
　　enoughformetogivemyselfto——hedoesnotsufficeformydesire！……IfhehadbeenaSauloraBonaparte——
　　ah！Buttobreakmymarriagevowforhim——itistoopooraluxury！……AndIhavenomoneytogoalone！AndifIcould，whatcomforttome？Imustdragonnextyear，asIhavedraggedonthisyear，andtheyearafterthatasbefore。
　　HowIhavetriedandtriedtobeasplendidwoman，andhowdestinyhasbeenagainstme！……Idonotdeservemylot！"shecriedinafrenzyofbitterrevolt。
　　"O，thecrueltyofputtingmeintothisill—conceivedworld！Iwascapableofmuch；butIhavebeeninjuredandblightedandcrushedbythingsbeyondmycontrol！O，howharditisofHeaventodevisesuchtorturesforme，whohavedonenoharmtoHeavenatall！"
　　ThedistantlightwhichEustaciahadcursorilyobservedinleavingthehousecame，asshehaddivined，fromthecottagewindowofSusanNunsuch。WhatEustaciadidnotdivinewastheoccupationofthewomanwithinatthatmoment。
　　Susan’ssightofherpassingfigureearlierintheevening，notfiveminutesafterthesickboy’sexclamation，"Mother，Idofeelsobad！"persuadedthematronthatanevilinfluencewascertainlyexercisedbyEustacia’spropinquity。
　　OnthisaccountSusandidnotgotobedassoonastheevening’sworkwasover，asshewouldhavedoneatordinarytimes。TocounteractthemalignspellwhichsheimaginedpoorEustaciatobeworking，theboy’smotherbusiedherselfwithaghastlyinventionofsuperstition，calculatedtobringpowerlessness，atrophy，andannihilationonanyhumanbeingagainstwhomitwasdirected。
　　ItwasapracticewellknownonEgdonatthatdate，andonethatisnotquiteextinctatthepresentday。
　　Shepassedwithhercandleintoaninnerroom，where，amongotherutensils，weretwolargebrownpans，containingtogetherperhapsahundredweightofliquidhoney，theproduceofthebeesduringtheforegoingsummer。
　　Onashelfoverthepanswasasmoothandsolidyellowmassofahemisphericalform，consistingofbeeswaxfromthesametakeofhoney。Susantookdownthelump，andcuttingoffseveralthinslices，heapedtheminanironladle，withwhichshereturnedtotheliving—room，andplacedthevesselinthehotashesofthefireplace。
　　Assoonasthewaxhadsoftenedtotheplasticityofdoughshekneadedthepiecestogether。Andnowherfacebecamemoreintent。Shebeganmouldingthewax；
　　anditwasevidentfromhermannerofmanipulationthatshewasendeavouringtogiveitsomepreconceivedform。
　　Theformwashuman。
　　Bywarmingandkneading，cuttingandtwisting，dismemberingandre—joiningtheincipientimageshehadinaboutaquarterofanhourproducedashapewhichtolerablywellresembledawoman，andwasaboutsixincheshigh。
　　Shelaiditonthetabletogetcoldandhard。Meanwhileshetookthecandleandwentupstairstowherethelittleboywaslying。
　　"Didyounotice，mydear，whatMrs。Eustaciaworethisafternoonbesidesthedarkdress？"
　　"Aredribbonroundherneck。"
　　"Anythingelse？"
　　"No——exceptsandal—shoes。"
　　"Aredribbonandsandal—shoes，"shesaidtoherself。
　　Mrs。Nunsuchwentandsearchedtillshefoundafragmentofthenarrowestredribbon，whichshetookdownstairsandtiedroundtheneckoftheimage。Thenfetchinginkandaquiltfromthericketybureaubythewindow，sheblackenedthefeetoftheimagetotheextentpresumablycoveredbyshoes；andontheinstepofeachfootmarkedcross—linesintheshapetakenbythesandalstringsofthosedays。Finallyshetiedabitofblackthreadroundtheupperpartofthehead，infaintresemblancetoasnoodwornforconfiningthehair。
　　Susanheldtheobjectatarm’slengthandcontemplateditwithasatisfactioninwhichtherewasnosmile。
　　ToanybodyacquaintedwiththeinhabitantsofEgdonHeaththeimagewouldhavesuggestedEustaciaYeobright。
　　Fromherworkbasketinthewindow—seatthewomantookapaperofpins，oftheoldlongandyellowsort，whoseheadsweredisposedtocomeoffattheirfirstusage。
　　Theseshebegantothrustintotheimageinalldirections，withapparentlyexcruciatingenergy。Probablyasmanyasfiftywerethusinserted，someintotheheadofthewaxmodel，someintotheshoulders，someintothetrunk，someupwardsthroughthesolesofthefeet，tillthefigurewascompletelypermeatedwithpins。
　　Sheturnedtothefire。Ithadbeenofturf；andthoughthehighheapofasheswhichturffiresproducewassomewhatdarkanddeadontheoutside，uponrakingitabroadwiththeshoveltheinsideofthemassshowedaglowofredheat。Shetookafewpiecesoffreshturffromthechimney—cornerandbuiltthemtogetherovertheglow，uponwhichthefirebrightened。SeizingwiththetongstheimagethatshehadmadeofEustacia，shehelditintheheat，andwatcheditasitbegantowasteslowlyaway。
　　Andwhileshestoodthusengagedtherecamefrombetweenherlipsamurmurofwords。
　　Itwasastrangejargon——theLord’sPrayerrepeatedbackwards——theincantationusualinproceedingsforobtainingunhallowedassistanceagainstanenemy。Susanutteredthelugubriousdiscoursethreetimesslowly，andwhenitwascompletedtheimagehadconsiderablydiminished。
　　Asthewaxdroppedintothefirealongflamearosefromthespot，andcurlingitstongueroundthefigureatestillfurtherintoitssubstance。Apinoccasionallydroppedwiththewax，andtheembersheateditredasitlay。
　　8—Rain，Darkness，andAnxiousWanderersWhiletheeffigyofEustaciawasmeltingtonothing，andthefairwomanherselfwasstandingonRainbarrow，hersoulinanabyssofdesolationseldomplumbedbyonesoyoung，YeobrightsatlonelyatBlooms—End。HehadfulfilledhiswordtoThomasinbysendingoffFairwaywiththelettertohiswife，andnowwaitedwithincreasedimpatienceforsomesoundorsignalofherreturn。
　　WereEustaciastillatMistovertheveryleastheexpectedwasthatshewouldsendhimbackareplytonightbythesamehand；though，toleavealltoherinclination，hehadcautionedFairwaynottoaskforananswer。
　　Ifonewerehandedtohimhewastobringitimmediately；
　　ifnot，hewastogostraighthomewithouttroublingtocomeroundtoBlooms—Endagainthatnight。
　　ButsecretlyClymhadamorepleasinghope。Eustaciamightpossiblydeclinetouseherpen——itwasratherherwaytoworksilently——andsurprisehimbyappearingathisdoor。
　　Howfullyhermindwasmadeuptodootherwisehedidnotknow。
　　ToClym’sregretitbegantorainandblowhardastheeveningadvanced。Thewindraspedandscrapedatthecornersofthehouse，andfillipedtheeavesdroppingslikepeasagainstthepanes。Hewalkedrestlesslyabouttheuntenantedrooms，stoppingstrangenoisesinwindowsanddoorsbyjammingsplintersofwoodintothecasementsandcrevices，andpressingtogethertheleadworkofthequarrieswhereithadbecomeloosenedfromtheglass。
　　Itwasoneofthosenightswhencracksinthewallsofoldchurcheswiden，whenancientstainsontheceilingsofdecayedmanorhousesarerenewedandenlargedfromthesizeofaman’shandtoanareaofmanyfeet。
　　Thelittlegateinthepalingsbeforehisdwellingcontinuallyopenedandclickedtogetheragain，butwhenhelookedouteagerlynobodywasthere；itwasasifinvisibleshapesofthedeadwerepassinginontheirwaytovisithim。
　　Betweentenandeleveno’clock，findingthatneitherFairwaynoranybodyelsecametohim，heretiredtorest，anddespitehisanxietiessoonfellasleep。
　　Hissleep，however，wasnotverysound，byreasonoftheexpectancyhehadgivenwayto，andhewaseasilyawakenedbyaknockingwhichbeganatthedooraboutanhourafter。Clymaroseandlookedoutofthewindow。
　　Rainwasstillfallingheavily，thewholeexpanseofheathbeforehimemittingasubduedhissunderthedownpour。
　　Itwastoodarktoseeanythingatall。
　　"Who’sthere？"hecried。
　　Lightfootstepsshiftedtheirpositionintheporch，andhecouldjustdistinguishinaplaintivefemalevoicethewords，"OClym，comedownandletmein！"
　　Heflushedhotwithagitation。"SurelyitisEustacia！"
　　hemurmured。Ifso，shehadindeedcometohimunawares。
　　Hehastilygotalight，dressedhimself，andwentdown。
　　Onhisflingingopenthedoortheraysofthecandlefelluponawomancloselywrappedup，whoatoncecameforward。
　　"Thomasin！"heexclaimedinanindescribabletoneofdisappointment。"ItisThomasin，andonsuchanightasthis！O，whereisEustacia？"
　　Thomasinitwas，wet，frightened，andpanting。
　　"Eustacia？Idon’tknow，Clym；butIcanthink，"shesaidwithmuchperturbation。"Letmecomeinandrest——I
　　willexplainthis。Thereisagreattroublebrewing——myhusbandandEustacia！"
　　"What，what？"
　　"Ithinkmyhusbandisgoingtoleavemeordosomethingdreadful——Idon’tknowwhat——Clym，willyougoandsee？
　　Ihavenobodytohelpmebutyou；Eustaciahasnotyetcomehome？"
　　"No。"
　　Shewentonbreathlessly："Thentheyaregoingtorunofftogether！Hecameindoorstonightabouteighto’clockandsaidinanoff—handway，’Tamsie，IhavejustfoundthatI
　　mustgoajourney。’’When？’Isaid。’Tonight，’hesaid。
　　’Where？’Iaskedhim。’Icannottellyouatpresent，’
　　hesaid；’Ishallbebackagaintomorrow。’Hethenwentandbusiedhimselfinlookinguphisthings，andtooknonoticeofmeatall。Iexpectedtoseehimstart，buthedidnot，andthenitcametobeteno’clock，whenhesaid，’Youhadbettergotobed。’Ididn’tknowwhattodo，andIwenttobed。IbelievehethoughtIfellasleep，forhalfanhourafterthathecameupandunlockedtheoakchestwekeepmoneyinwhenwehavemuchinthehouseandtookoutarollofsomethingwhichIbelievewasbanknotes，thoughIwasnotawarethathehad’emthere。Thesehemusthavegotfromthebankwhenhewenttheretheotherday。
　　Whatdoeshewantbanknotesfor，ifheisonlygoingoffforaday？WhenhehadgonedownIthoughtofEustacia，andhowhehadmetherthenightbefore——Iknowhedidmeether，Clym，forIfollowedhimpartoftheway；butI
　　didnotliketotellyouwhenyoucalled，andsomakeyouthinkillofhim，asIdidnotthinkitwassoserious。
　　ThenIcouldnotstayinbed；Igotupanddressedmyself，andwhenIheardhimoutinthestableIthoughtIwouldcomeandtellyou。SoIcamedownstairswithoutanynoiseandslippedout。"
　　"Thenhewasnotabsolutelygonewhenyouleft？"
　　"No。Willyou，dearCousinClym，goandtrytopersuadehimnottogo？HetakesnonoticeofwhatIsay，andputsmeoffwiththestoryofhisgoingonajourney，andwillbehometomorrow，andallthat；butIdon’tbelieveit。
　　Ithinkyoucouldinfluencehim。"
　　"I’llgo，"saidClym。"O，Eustacia！"
　　Thomasincarriedinherarmsalargebundle；andhavingbythistimeseatedherselfshebegantounrollit，whenababyappearedasthekerneltothehusks——dry，warm，andunconsciousoftravelorroughweather。
　　Thomasinbrieflykissedthebaby，andthenfoundtimetobegincryingasshesaid，"Ibroughtbaby，forIwasafraidwhatmighthappentoher。Isupposeitwillbeherdeath，butIcouldn’tleaveherwithRachel！"
　　Clymhastilyputtogetherthelogsonthehearth，rakedabroadtheembers，whichwerescarcelyyetextinct，andblewupaflamewiththebellows。
　　"Dryyourself，"hesaid。"I’llgoandgetsomemorewood。"
　　"No，no——don’tstayforthat。I’llmakeupthefire。
　　Willyougoatonce——pleasewillyou？"
　　Yeobrightranupstairstofinishdressinghimself。
　　Whilehewasgoneanotherrappingcametothedoor。
　　ThistimetherewasnodelusionthatitmightbeEustacia’s——thefootstepsjustprecedingithadbeenheavyandslow。
　　YeobrightthinkingitmightpossiblybeFairwaywithanoteinanswer，descendedagainandopenedthedoor。
　　"CaptainVye？"hesaidtoadrippingfigure。
　　"Ismygranddaughterhere？"saidthecaptain。
　　"No。"
　　"Thenwhereisshe？"。
　　"Idon’tknow。"
　　"Butyououghttoknow——youareherhusband。"
　　"Onlyinnameapparently，"saidClymwithrisingexcitement。
　　"IbelieveshemeanstoelopetonightwithWildeve。
　　Iamjustgoingtolooktoit。"
　　"Well，shehasleftmyhouse；sheleftabouthalfanhourago。
　　Who’ssittingthere？"
　　"MycousinThomasin。"
　　Thecaptainbowedinapreoccupiedwaytoher。
　　"Ionlyhopeitisnoworsethananelopement，"hesaid。
　　"Worse？What’sworsethantheworstawifecando？"
　　"Well，Ihavebeentoldastrangetale。BeforestartinginsearchofherIcalledupCharley，mystablelad。
　　Imissedmypistolstheotherday。"
　　"Pistols？"