Hesoonbreatheddistinctly,andagainandagaindidsheattempttoreviveherhusbandbythesamemeans;
butWildevegavenosign。TherewastoomuchreasontothinkthatheandEustaciabothwereforeverbeyondthereachofstimulatingperfumes。Theirexertionsdidnotrelaxtillthedoctorarrived,whenonebyone,thesenselessthreeweretakenupstairsandputintowarmbeds。
Vennsoonfelthimselfrelievedfromfurtherattendance,andwenttothedoor,scarcelyableyettorealizethestrangecatastrophethathadbefallenthefamilyinwhichhetooksogreataninterest。Thomasinsurelywouldbebrokendownbythesuddenandoverwhelmingnatureofthisevent。
NofirmandsensibleMrs。Yeobrightlivednowtosupportthegentlegirlthroughtheordeal;and,whateveranunimpassionedspectatormightthinkofherlossofsuchahusbandasWildeve,therecouldbenodoubtthatforthemomentshewasdistractedandhorrifiedbytheblow。Asforhimself,notbeingprivilegedtogotoherandcomforther,hesawnoreasonforwaitinglongerinahousewhereheremainedonlyasastranger。
Hereturnedacrosstheheathtohisvan。Thefirewasnotyetout,andeverythingremainedashehadleftit。
Vennnowbethoughthimselfofhisclothes,whichweresaturatedwithwatertotheweightoflead。Hechangedthem,spreadthembeforethefire,andlaydowntosleep。
Butitwasmorethanhecoulddotorestherewhileexcitedbyavividimaginationoftheturmoiltheywereinatthehousehehadquitted,and,blaminghimselfforcomingaway,hedressedinanothersuit,lockedupthedoor,andagainhastenedacrosstotheinn。Rainwasstillfallingheavilywhenheenteredthekitchen。Abrightfirewasshiningfromthehearth,andtwowomenwerebustlingabout,oneofwhomwasOllyDowden。
"Well,howisitgoingonnow?"saidVenninawhisper。
"Mr。Yeobrightisbetter;butMrs。YeobrightandMr。Wildevearedeadandcold。Thedoctorsaystheywerequitegonebeforetheywereoutofthewater。"
"Ah!IthoughtasmuchwhenIhauled’emup。AndMrs。Wildeve?"
"Sheisaswellascanbeexpected。Thedoctorhadherputbetweenblankets,forshewasalmostaswetastheythathadbeenintheriver,pooryoungthing。
Youdon’tseemverydry,reddleman。"
"Oh,’tisnotmuch。Ihavechangedmythings。ThisisonlyalittledampnessI’vegotcomingthroughtherainagain。"
"Standbythefire。Mis’esssaysyoubetohavewhateveryouwant,andshewassorrywhenshewastoldthatyou’dgoneaway。"
Venndrewneartothefireplace,andlookedintotheflamesinanabsentmood。Thesteamcamefromhisleggingsandascendedthechimneywiththesmoke,whilehethoughtofthosewhowereupstairs。Twowerecorpses,onehadbarelyescapedthejawsofdeath,anotherwassickandawidow。
Thelastoccasiononwhichhehadlingeredbythatfireplacewaswhentherafflewasinprogress;whenWildevewasaliveandwell;Thomasinactiveandsmilinginthenextroom;
YeobrightandEustaciajustmadehusbandandwife,andMrs。YeobrightlivingatBlooms—End。Ithadseemedatthattimethatthethenpositionofaffairswasgoodforatleasttwentyyearstocome。Yet,ofallthecircle,hehimselfwastheonlyonewhosesituationhadnotmateriallychanged。
Whileheruminatedafootstepdescendedthestairs。
Itwasthenurse,whobroughtinherhandarolledmassofwetpaper。ThewomanwassoengrossedwithheroccupationthatshehardlysawVenn。Shetookfromacupboardsomepiecesoftwine,whichshestrainedacrossthefireplace,tyingtheendofeachpiecetothefiredog,previouslypulledforwardforthepurpose,and,unrollingthewetpapers,shebeganpinningthemonebyonetothestringsinamannerofclothesonaline。
"Whatbethey?"saidVenn。
"Poormaster’sbanknotes,"sheanswered。"Theywerefoundinhispocketwhentheyundressedhim。"
"Thenhewasnotcomingbackagainforsometime?"
saidVenn。
"Thatweshallneverknow,"saidshe。
Vennwaslothtodepart,forallonearththatinterestedhimlayunderthisroof。Asnobodyinthehousehadanymoresleepthatnight,exceptthetwowhosleptforever,therewasnoreasonwhyheshouldnotremain。Soheretiredintothenicheofthefireplacewherehehadusedtosit,andtherehecontinued,watchingthesteamfromthedoublerowofbanknotesastheywavedbackwardsandforwardsinthedraughtofthechimneytilltheirflacciditywaschangedtodrycrispnessthroughout。Thenthewomancameandunpinnedthem,and,foldingthemtogether,carriedthehandfulupstairs。Presentlythedoctorappearedfromabovewiththelookofamanwhocoulddonomore,and,pullingonhisgloves,wentoutofthehouse,thetrottingofhishorsesoondyingawayupontheroad。
Atfouro’clocktherewasagentleknockatthedoor。
ItwasfromCharley,whohadbeensentbyCaptainVyetoinquireifanythinghadbeenheardofEustacia。
Thegirlwhoadmittedhimlookedinhisfaceasifshedidnotknowwhatanswertoreturn,andshowedhimintowhereVennwasseated,sayingtothereddleman,"Willyoutellhim,please?"
Venntold。Charley’sonlyutterancewasafeeble,indistinctsound。Hestoodquitestill;thenheburstoutspasmodically,"Ishallseeheroncemore?"
"Idaresayyoumayseeher,"saidDiggorygravely。
"Buthadn’tyoubetterrunandtellCaptainVye?"
"Yes,yes。OnlyIdohopeIshallseeherjustonceagain。"
"Youshall,"saidalowvoicebehind;andstartingroundtheybeheldbythedimlight,athin,pallid,almostspectralform,wrappedinablanket,andlookinglikeLazaruscomingfromthetomb。
ItwasYeobright。NeitherVennnorCharleyspoke,andClymcontinued,"Youshallseeher。Therewillbetimeenoughtotellthecaptainwhenitgetsdaylight。
Youwouldliketoseehertoo——wouldyounot,Diggory?Shelooksverybeautifulnow。"
Vennassentedbyrisingtohisfeet,andwithCharleyhefollowedClymtothefootofthestaircase,wherehetookoffhisboots;Charleydidthesame。
TheyfollowedYeobrightupstairstothelanding,wheretherewasacandleburning,whichYeobrighttookinhishand,andwithitledthewayintoanadjoiningroom。
Herehewenttothebedsideandfoldedbackthesheet。
TheystoodsilentlylookinguponEustacia,who,asshelaytherestillindeath,eclipsedallherlivingphases。
Pallordidnotincludeallthequalityofhercomplexion,whichseemedmorethanwhiteness;itwasalmostlight。
Theexpressionofherfinelycarvedmouthwaspleasant,asifasenseofdignityhadjustcompelledhertoleaveoffspeaking。Eternalrigidityhadseizeduponitinamomentarytransitionbetweenfervourandresignation。
Herblackhairwasloosernowthaneitherofthemhadeverseenitbefore,andsurroundedherbrowlikeaforest。
Thestatelinessoflookwhichhadbeenalmosttoomarkedforadwellerinacountrydomicilehadatlastfoundanartisticallyhappybackground。
Nobodyspoke,tillatlengthClymcoveredherandturnedaside。"Nowcomehere,"hesaid。
Theywenttoarecessinthesameroom,andthere,onasmallerbed,layanotherfigure——Wildeve。LessreposewasvisibleinhisfacethaninEustacia’s,butthesameluminousyouthfulnessoverspreadit,andtheleastsympatheticobserverwouldhavefeltatsightofhimnowthathewasbornforahigherdestinythanthis。
Theonlysignuponhimofhisrecentstruggleforlifewasinhisfingertips,whichwerewornandsacrificedinhisdyingendeavourstoobtainaholdonthefaceoftheweir—wall。
Yeobright’smannerhadbeensoquiet,hehadutteredsofewsyllablessincehisreappearance,thatVennimaginedhimresigned。Itwasonlywhentheyhadlefttheroomandstooduponthelandingthatthetruestateofhismindwasapparent。Herehesaid,withawildsmile,inclininghisheadtowardsthechamberinwhichEustacialay,"SheisthesecondwomanIhavekilledthisyear。
Iwasagreatcauseofmymother’sdeath,andIamthechiefcauseofhers。"
"How?"saidVenn。
"Ispokecruelwordstoher,andsheleftmyhouse。
Ididnotinviteherbacktillitwastoolate。ItisIwhooughttohavedrownedmyself。Itwouldhavebeenacharitytothelivinghadtheriveroverwhelmedmeandborneherup。
ButIcannotdie。Thosewhooughttohavelivedliedead;
andhereamIalive!"
"Butyoucan’tchargeyourselfwithcrimesinthatway,"
saidVenn。"Youmayaswellsaythattheparentsbethecauseofamurderbythechild,forwithouttheparentsthechildwouldneverhavebeenbegot。"
"Yes,Venn,thatisverytrue;butyoudon’tknowallthecircumstances。IfithadpleasedGodtoputanendtomeitwouldhavebeenagoodthingforall。
ButIamgettingusedtothehorrorofmyexistence。
Theysaythatatimecomeswhenmenlaughatmiserythroughlongacquaintancewithit。Surelythattimewillsooncometome!"
"Youraimhasalwaysbeengood,"saidVenn。"Whyshouldyousaysuchdesperatethings?"
"No,theyarenotdesperate。Theyareonlyhopeless;
andmygreatregretisthatforwhatIhavedonenomanorlawcanpunishme!"
booksixAFTERCOURSES
1—TheInevitableMovementOnwardThestoryofthedeathsofEustaciaandWildevewastoldthroughoutEgdon,andfarbeyond,formanyweeksandmonths。
Alltheknownincidentsoftheirlovewereenlarged,distorted,touchedup,andmodified,tilltheoriginalrealityborebutaslightresemblancetothecounterfeitpresentationbysurroundingtongues。Yet,uponthewhole,neitherthemannorthewomanlostdignitybysuddendeath。
Misfortunehadstruckthemgracefully,cuttingofftheirerratichistorieswithacatastrophicdash,insteadof,aswithmany,attenuatingeachlifetoanuninterestingmeagreness,throughlongyearsofwrinkles,neglect,anddecay。
Onthosemostnearlyconcernedtheeffectwassomewhatdifferent。
Strangerswhohadheardofmanysuchcasesnowmerelyheardofonemore;butimmediatelywhereablowfallsnopreviousimaginingsamounttoappreciablepreparationforit。Theverysuddennessofherbereavementdulled,tosomeextent,Thomasin’sfeelings;yetirrationallyenough,aconsciousnessthatthehusbandshehadlostoughttohavebeenabettermandidnotlessenhermourningatall。Onthecontrary,thisfactseemedatfirsttosetoffthedeadhusbandinhisyoungwife’seyes,andtobethenecessarycloudtotherainbow。
Butthehorrorsoftheunknownhadpassed。Vaguemisgivingsaboutherfutureasadesertedwifewereatanend。
Theworsthadoncebeenmatteroftremblingconjecture;
itwasnowmatterofreasononly,alimitedbadness。
Herchiefinterest,thelittleEustacia,stillremained。
Therewashumilityinhergrief,nodefianceinherattitude;
andwhenthisisthecaseashakenspiritisapttobestilled。
CouldThomasin’smournfulnessnowandEustacia’sserenityduringlifehavebeenreducedtocommonmeasure,theywouldhavetouchedthesamemarknearly。ButThomasin’sformerbrightnessmadeshadowofthatwhichinasombreatmospherewaslightitself。
Thespringcameandcalmedher;thesummercameandsoothedher;
theautumnarrived,andshebegantobecomforted,forherlittlegirlwasstrongandhappy,growinginsizeandknowledgeeveryday。OutwardeventsflatteredThomasinnotalittle。Wildevehaddiedintestate,andsheandthechildwerehisonlyrelatives。Whenadministrationhadbeengranted,allthedebtspaid,andtheresidueofherhusband’suncle’spropertyhadcomeintoherhands,itwasfoundthatthesumwaitingtobeinvestedforherownandthechild’sbenefitwaslittlelessthantenthousandpounds。
Whereshouldshelive?TheobviousplacewasBlooms—End。
Theoldrooms,itistrue,werenotmuchhigherthanthebetween—decksofafrigate,necessitatingasinkinginthefloorunderthenewclock—caseshebroughtfromtheinn,andtheremovalofthehandsomebrassknobsonitshead,beforetherewasheightforittostand;but,suchastheroomswere,therewereplentyofthem,andtheplacewasendearedtoherbyeveryearlyrecollection。
Clymverygladlyadmittedherasatenant,confininghisownexistencetotworoomsatthetopofthebackstaircase,wherehelivedonquietly,shutofffromThomasinandthethreeservantsshehadthoughtfittoindulgeinnowthatshewasamistressofmoney,goinghisownways,andthinkinghisownthoughts。
Hissorrowshadmadesomechangeinhisoutwardappearance;
andyetthealterationwaschieflywithin。Itmighthavebeensaidthathehadawrinkledmind。Hehadnoenemies,andhecouldgetnobodytoreproachhim,whichwaswhyhesobitterlyreproachedhimself。
Hedidsometimesthinkhehadbeenill—usedbyfortune,sofarastosaythattobebornisapalpabledilemma,andthatinsteadofmenaimingtoadvanceinlifewithglorytheyshouldcalculatehowtoretreatoutofitwithoutshame。Butthatheandhishadbeensarcasticallyandpitilesslyhandledinhavingsuchironsthrustintotheirsoulshedidnotmaintainlong。
Itisusuallyso,exceptwiththesternestofmen。
Humanbeings,intheirgenerousendeavourtoconstructahypothesisthatshallnotdegradeaFirstCause,havealwayshesitatedtoconceiveadominantpoweroflowermoralqualitythantheirown;and,evenwhiletheysitdownandweepbythewatersofBabylon,inventexcusesfortheoppressionwhichpromptstheirtears。
Thus,thoughwordsofsolacewerevainlyutteredinhispresence,hefoundreliefinadirectionofhisownchoosingwhenlefttohimself。Foramanofhishabitsthehouseandthehundredandtwentypoundsayearwhichhehadinheritedfromhismotherwereenoughtosupplyallworldlyneeds。Resourcesdonotdependupongrossamounts,butupontheproportionofspendingstotakings。
Hefrequentlywalkedtheheathalone,whenthepastseizeduponhimwithitsshadowyhand,andheldhimtheretolistentoitstale。Hisimaginationwouldthenpeoplethespotwithitsancientinhabitants——forgottenCeltictribestrodtheirtracksabouthim,andhecouldalmostliveamongthem,lookintheirfaces,andseethemstandingbesidethebarrowswhichswelledaround,untouchedandperfectasatthetimeoftheirerection。
Thoseofthedyedbarbarianswhohadchosenthecultivabletractswere,incomparisonwiththosewhohadlefttheirmarkshere,aswritersonpaperbesidewritersonparchment。
Theirrecordshadperishedlongagobytheplough,whiletheworksoftheseremained。Yettheyallhadlivedanddiedunconsciousofthedifferentfatesawaitingtheirrelics。Itremindedhimthatunforeseenfactorsoperateintheevolutionofimmortality。
Winteragaincameround,withitswinds,frosts,tamerobins,andsparklingstarlight。TheyearpreviousThomasinhadhardlybeenconsciousoftheseason’sadvance;thisyearshelaidherheartopentoexternalinfluencesofeverykind。
Thelifeofthissweetcousin,herbaby,andherservants,cametoClym’ssensesonlyintheformofsoundsthroughawoodpartitionashesatoverbooksofexceptionallylargetype;buthisearbecameatlastsoaccustomedtotheseslightnoisesfromtheotherpartofthehousethathealmostcouldwitnessthescenestheysignified。
Afaintbeatofhalf—secondsconjuredupThomasinrockingthecradle,awaveringhummeantthatshewassingingthebabytosleep,acrunchingofsandasbetweenmillstonesraisedthepictureofHumphrey’s,Fairway’s,orSam’sheavyfeetcrossingthestonefloorofthekitchen;
alightboyishstep,andagaytuneinahighkey,betokenedavisitfromGrandferCantle;asuddenbreak—offintheGrandfer’sutterancesimpliedtheapplicationtohislipsofamugofsmallbeer,abustlingandslammingofdoorsmeantstartingtogotomarket;forThomasin,inspiteofheraddedscopeofgentility,ledaludicrouslynarrowlife,totheendthatshemightsaveeverypossiblepoundforherlittledaughter。
OnesummerdayClymwasinthegarden,immediatelyoutsidetheparlourwindow,whichwasasusualopen。Hewaslookingatthepot—flowersonthesill;theyhadbeenrevivedandrestoredbyThomasintothestateinwhichhismotherhadleftthem。HeheardaslightscreamfromThomasin,whowassittinginsidetheroom。
"O,howyoufrightenedme!"shesaidtosomeonewhohadentered。"Ithoughtyouweretheghostofyourself。"
Clymwascuriousenoughtoadvancealittlefurtherandlookinatthewindow。TohisastonishmenttherestoodwithintheroomDiggoryVenn,nolongerareddleman,butexhibitingthestrangelyalteredhuesofanordinaryChristiancountenance,whiteshirt—front,lightfloweredwaistcoat,blue—spottedneckerchief,andbottle—greencoat。Nothinginthisappearancewasatallsingularbutthefactofitsgreatdifferencefromwhathehadformerlybeen。Red,andallapproachtored,wascarefullyexcludedfromeveryarticleofclothesuponhim;
forwhatistherethatpersonsjustoutofharnessdreadsomuchasremindersofthetradewhichhasenrichedthem?
Yeobrightwentroundtothedoorandentered。
"Iwassoalarmed!"saidThomasin,smilingfromonetotheother。"Icouldn’tbelievethathehadgotwhiteofhisownaccord!Itseemedsupernatural。"
"IgaveupdealinginreddlelastChristmas,"saidVenn。
"Itwasaprofitabletrade,andIfoundthatbythattimeIhadmadeenoughtotakethedairyoffiftycowsthatmyfatherhadinhislifetime。IalwaysthoughtofgettingtothatplaceagainifIchangedatall,andnowIamthere。"
"Howdidyoumanagetobecomewhite,Diggory?"Thomasinasked。
"Iturnedsobydegrees,ma’am。"
"Youlookmuchbetterthaneveryoudidbefore。"
Vennappearedconfused;andThomasin,seeinghowinadvertentlyshehadspokentoamanwhomightpossiblyhavetenderfeelingsforherstill,blushedalittle。
Clymsawnothingofthis,andaddedgood—humouredly——
"WhatshallwehavetofrightenThomasin’sbabywith,nowyouhavebecomeahumanbeingagain?"
"Sitdown,Diggory,"saidThomasin,"andstaytotea。"
Vennmovedasifhewouldretiretothekitchen,whenThomasinsaidwithpleasantpertnessasshewentonwithsomesewing,"Ofcourseyoumustsitdownhere。
Andwheredoesyourfifty—cowdairylie,Mr。Venn?"
"AtStickleford——abouttwomilestotherightofAlderworth,ma’am,wherethemeadsbegin。IhavethoughtthatifMr。Yeobrightwouldliketopaymeavisitsometimesheshouldn’tstayawayforwantofasking。I’llnotbidetoteathisafternoon,thank’ee,forI’vegotsomethingonhandthatmustbesettled。’TisMaypole—daytomorrow,andtheShadwaterfolkhaveclubbedwithafewofyourneighboursheretohaveapolejustoutsideyourpalingsintheheath,asitisanicegreenplace。"Vennwavedhiselbowtowardsthepatchinfrontofthehouse。
"IhavebeentalkingtoFairwayaboutit,"hecontinued,"andIsaidtohimthatbeforeweputupthepoleitwouldbeaswelltoaskMrs。Wildeve。"
"Icansaynothingagainstit,"sheanswered。"Ourpropertydoesnotreachaninchfurtherthanthewhitepalings。"
"Butyoumightnotliketoseealotoffolkgoingcrazyroundastick,underyourverynose?"
"Ishallhavenoobjectionatall。"
Vennsoonafterwentaway,andintheeveningYeobrightstrolledasfarasFairway’scottage。ItwasalovelyMaysunset,andthebirchtreeswhichgrewonthismarginofthevastEgdonwildernesshadputontheirnewleaves,delicateasbutterflies’wings,anddiaphanousasamber。
BesideFairway’sdwellingwasanopenspacerecessedfromtheroad,andherewerenowcollectedalltheyoungpeoplefromwithinaradiusofacoupleofmiles。
Thepolelaywithoneendsupportedonatrestle,andwomenwereengagedinwreathingitfromthetopdownwardswithwild—flowers。TheinstinctsofmerryEnglandlingeredonherewithexceptionalvitality,andthesymboliccustomswhichtraditionhasattachedtoeachseasonoftheyearwereyetarealityonEgdon。Indeed,theimpulsesofallsuchoutlandishhamletsarepaganstill——inthesespotshomagetonature,self—adoration,franticgaieties,fragmentsofTeutonicritestodivinitieswhosenamesareforgotten,seeminsomewayorothertohavesurvivedmediaevaldoctrine。
Yeobrightdidnotinterruptthepreparations,andwenthomeagain。Thenextmorning,whenThomasinwithdrewthecurtainsofherbedroomwindow,therestoodtheMaypoleinthemiddleofthegreen,itstopcuttingintothesky。
Ithadsprungupinthenight,orratherearlymorning,likeJack’sbean—stalk。Sheopenedthecasementtogetabetterviewofthegarlandsandposiesthatadornedit。
Thesweetperfumeoftheflowershadalreadyspreadintothesurroundingair,which,beingfreefromeverytaint,conductedtoherlipsafullmeasureofthefragrancereceivedfromthespireofblossominitsmidst。
Atthetopofthepolewerecrossedhoopsdeckedwithsmallflowers;beneaththesecameamilk—whitezoneofMaybloom;thenazoneofbluebells,thenofcowslips,thenoflilacs,thenofragged—robins,daffodils,andsoon,tilltheloweststagewasreached。Thomasinnoticedallthese,andwasdelightedthattheMayrevelwastobesonear。
Whenafternooncamepeoplebegantogatheronthegreen,andYeobrightwasinterestedenoughtolookoutuponthemfromtheopenwindowofhisroom。SoonafterthisThomasinwalkedoutfromthedoorimmediatelybelowandturnedhereyesuptohercousin’sface。ShewasdressedmoregailythanYeobrighthadeverseenherdressedsincethetimeofWildeve’sdeath,eighteenmonthsbefore;
sincethedayofhermarriageevenshehadnotexhibitedherselftosuchadvantage。
"Howprettyyoulooktoday,Thomasin!"hesaid。
"IsitbecauseoftheMaypole?"
"Notaltogether。"Andthensheblushedanddroppedhereyes,whichhedidnotspeciallyobserve,thoughhermannerseemedtohimtoberatherpeculiar,consideringthatshewasonlyaddressinghimself。Coulditbepossiblethatshehadputonhersummerclothestopleasehim?
Herecalledherconducttowardshimthroughoutthelastfewweeks,whentheyhadoftenbeenworkingtogetherinthegarden,justastheyhadformerlydonewhentheywereboyandgirlunderhismother’seye。
Whatifherinterestinhimwerenotsoentirelythatofarelativeasithadformerlybeen?ToYeobrightanypossibilityofthissortwasaseriousmatter;andhealmostfelttroubledatthethoughtofit。EverypulseofloverlikefeelingwhichhadnotbeenstilledduringEustacia’slifetimehadgoneintothegravewithher。
Hispassionforherhadoccurredtoofaroninhismanhoodtoleavefuelenoughonhandforanotherfireofthatsort,asmayhappenwithmoreboyishloves。
Evensupposinghimcapableoflovingagain,thatlovewouldbeaplantofslowandlabouredgrowth,andintheendonlysmallandsickly,likeanautumn—hatchedbird。
Hewassodistressedbythisnewcomplexitythatwhentheenthusiasticbrassbandarrivedandstruckup,whichitdidaboutfiveo’clock,withapparentlywindenoughamongitsmemberstoblowdownhishouse,hewithdrewfromhisroomsbythebackdoor,wentdownthegarden,throughthegateinthehedge,andawayoutofsight。
Hecouldnotbeartoremaininthepresenceofenjoymenttoday,thoughhehadtriedhard。
Nothingwasseenofhimforfourhours。Whenhecamebackbythesamepathitwasdusk,andthedewswerecoatingeverygreenthing。Theboisterousmusichadceased;
but,enteringthepremisesashedidfrombehind,hecouldnotseeiftheMaypartyhadallgonetillhehadpassedthroughThomasin’sdivisionofthehousetothefrontdoor。
Thomasinwasstandingwithintheporchalone。
Shelookedathimreproachfully。"Youwentawayjustwhenitbegan,Clym,"shesaid。
"Yes。IfeltIcouldnotjoinin。Youwentoutwiththem,ofcourse?"
"No,Ididnot。"
"Youappearedtobedressedonpurpose。"
"Yes,butIcouldnotgooutalone;somanypeoplewerethere。Oneistherenow。"
Yeobrightstrainedhiseyesacrossthedark—greenpatchbeyondthepaling,andneartheblackformoftheMaypolehediscernedashadowyfigure,saunteringidlyupanddown。
"Whoisit?"hesaid。
"Mr。Venn,"saidThomasin。