"Youmighthaveaskedhimtocomein，Ithink，Tamsie。
　　Hehasbeenverykindtoyoufirstandlast。"
　　"Iwillnow，"shesaid；and，actingontheimpulse，wentthroughthewickettowhereVennstoodundertheMaypole。
　　"ItisMr。Venn，Ithink？"sheinquired。
　　Vennstartedasifhehadnotseenher——artfulmanthathewas——andsaid，"Yes。"
　　"Willyoucomein？"
　　"IamafraidthatI——"
　　"Ihaveseenyoudancingthisevening，andyouhadtheverybestofthegirlsforyourpartners。Isitthatyouwon’tcomeinbecauseyouwishtostandhere，andthinkoverthepasthoursofenjoyment？"
　　"Well，that’spartlyit，"saidMr。Venn，withostentatioussentiment。"ButthemainreasonwhyIambidingherelikethisisthatIwanttowaittillthemoonrises。"
　　"ToseehowprettytheMaypolelooksinthemoonlight？"
　　"No。Tolookforaglovethatwasdroppedbyoneofthemaidens。"
　　Thomasinwasspeechlesswithsurprise。Thatamanwhohadtowalksomefourorfivemilestohishomeshouldwaithereforsuchareasonpointedtoonlyoneconclusion——themanmustbeamazinglyinterestedinthatglove’sowner。
　　"Wereyoudancingwithher，Diggory？"sheasked，inavoicewhichrevealedthathehadmadehimselfconsiderablymoreinterestingtoherbythisdisclosure。
　　"No，"hesighed。
　　"Andyouwillnotcomein，then？"
　　"Nottonight，thankyou，ma’am。"
　　"ShallIlendyoualanterntolookfortheyoungperson’sglove，Mr。Venn？"
　　"Ono；itisnotnecessary，Mrs。Wildeve，thankyou。
　　Themoonwillriseinafewminutes。"
　　Thomasinwentbacktotheporch。"Ishecomingin？"
　　saidClym，whohadbeenwaitingwhereshehadlefthim。
　　"Hewouldrathernottonight，"shesaid，andthenpassedbyhimintothehouse；whereuponClymtooretiredtohisownrooms。
　　WhenClymwasgoneThomasincreptupstairsinthedark，and，justlisteningbythecot，toassureherselfthatthechildwasasleep，shewenttothewindow，gentlyliftedthecornerofthewhitecurtain，andlookedout。Vennwasstillthere。
　　Shewatchedthegrowthofthefaintradianceappearingintheskybytheeasternhill，tillpresentlytheedgeofthemoonburstupwardsandfloodedthevalleywithlight。
　　Diggory’sformwasnowdistinctonthegreen；hewasmovingaboutinabowedattitude，evidentlyscanningthegrassforthepreciousmissingarticle，walkinginzigzagsrightandlefttillheshouldhavepassedovereveryfootoftheground。
　　"Howveryridiculous！"Thomasinmurmuredtoherself，inatonewhichwasintendedtobesatirical。"Tothinkthatamanshouldbesosillyastogomooningaboutlikethatforagirl’sglove！Arespectabledairyman，too，andamanofmoneyasheisnow。Whatapity！"
　　AtlastVennappearedtofindit；whereuponhestoodupandraisedittohislips。Thenplacingitinhisbreastpocket——thenearestreceptacletoaman’sheartpermittedbymodernraiment——heascendedthevalleyinamathematicallydirectlinetowardshisdistanthomeinthemeadows。
　　2—ThomasinWalksinaGreenPlacebytheRomanRoadClymsawlittleofThomasinforseveraldaysafterthis；
　　andwhentheymetshewasmoresilentthanusual。Atlengthheaskedherwhatshewasthinkingofsointently。
　　"Iamthoroughlyperplexed，"shesaidcandidly。
　　"IcannotformylifethinkwhoitisthatDiggoryVennissomuchinlovewith。NoneofthegirlsattheMaypoleweregoodenoughforhim，andyetshemusthavebeenthere。"
　　ClymtriedtoimagineVenn’schoiceforamoment；
　　butceasingtobeinterestedinthequestionhewentonagainwithhisgardening。
　　Noclearingupofthemysterywasgrantedherforsometime。
　　ButoneafternoonThomasinwasupstairsgettingreadyforawalk，whenshehadoccasiontocometothelandingandcall"Rachel。"Rachelwasagirlaboutthirteen，whocarriedthebabyoutforairings；andshecameupstairsatthecall。
　　"Haveyouseenoneofmylastnewglovesaboutthehouse，Rachel？"inquiredThomasin。"Itisthefellowtothisone。"
　　Racheldidnotreply。
　　"Whydon’tyouanswer？"saidhermistress。
　　"Ithinkitislost，ma’am。"
　　"Lost？Wholostit？Ihaveneverwornthembutonce。"
　　Rachelappearedasonedreadfullytroubled，andatlastbegantocry。"Please，ma’am，onthedayoftheMaypoleIhadnonetowear，andIseedyoursonthetable，andIthoughtIwouldborrow’em。Ididnotmeantohurt’ematall，butoneofthemgotlost。
　　Somebodygavemesomemoneytobuyanotherpairforyou，butIhavenotbeenabletogoanywheretoget’em。"
　　"Who’ssomebody？"
　　"Mr。Venn。"
　　"Didheknowitwasmyglove？"
　　"Yes。Itoldhim。"
　　Thomasinwassosurprisedbytheexplanationthatshequiteforgottolecturethegirl，whoglidedsilentlyaway。
　　Thomasindidnotmovefurtherthantoturnhereyesuponthegrass—platwheretheMaypolehadstood。
　　Sheremainedthinking，thensaidtoherselfthatshewouldnotgooutthatafternoon，butwouldworkhardatthebaby’sunfinishedlovelyplaidfrock，cutonthecrossinthenewestfashion。Howshemanagedtoworkhard，andyetdonomorethanshehaddoneattheendoftwohours，wouldhavebeenamysterytoanyonenotawarethattherecentincidentwasofakindlikelytodivertherindustryfromamanualtoamentalchannel。
　　Nextdayshewentherwaysasusual，andcontinuedhercustomofwalkingintheheathwithnoothercompanionthanlittleEustacia，nowoftheagewhenitisamatterofdoubtwithsuchcharacterswhethertheyareintendedtowalkthroughtheworldontheirhandsorontheirfeet；
　　sothattheygetintopainfulcomplicationsbytryingboth。
　　ItwasverypleasanttoThomasin，whenshehadcarriedthechildtosomelonelyplace，togiveheralittleprivatepracticeonthegreenturfandshepherd’s—thyme，whichformedasoftmattofallheadlonguponthemwhenequilibriumwaslost。
　　Once，whenengagedinthissystemoftraining，andstoopingtoremovebitsofstick，fern—stalks，andothersuchfragmentsfromthechild’spath，thatthejourneymightnotbebroughttoanuntimelyendbysomeinsuperablebarrieraquarterofaninchhigh，shewasalarmedbydiscoveringthatamanonhorsebackwasalmostclosebesideher，thesoftnaturalcarpethavingmuffledthehorse’stread。
　　Therider，whowasVenn，wavedhishatintheairandbowedgallantly。
　　"Diggory，givememyglove，"saidThomasin，whosemanneritwasunderanycircumstancestoplungeintothemidstofasubjectwhichengrossedher。
　　Vennimmediatelydismounted，puthishandinhisbreastpocket，andhandedtheglove。
　　"Thankyou。Itwasverygoodofyoutotakecareofit。"
　　"Itisverygoodofyoutosayso。"
　　"Ono。Iwasquitegladtofindyouhadit。EverybodygetssoindifferentthatIwassurprisedtoknowyouthoughtofme。"
　　"IfyouhadrememberedwhatIwasonceyouwouldn’thavebeensurprised。"
　　"Ah，no，"shesaidquickly。"Butmenofyourcharacteraremostlysoindependent。"
　　"Whatismycharacter？"heasked。
　　"Idon’texactlyknow，"saidThomasinsimply，"exceptitistocoverupyourfeelingsunderapracticalmanner，andonlytoshowthemwhenyouarealone。"
　　"Ah，howdoyouknowthat？"saidVennstrategically。
　　"Because，"saidshe，stoppingtoputthelittlegirl，whohadmanagedtogetherselfupsidedown，rightendupagain，"becauseIdo。"
　　"Youmustn’tjudgebyfolksingeneral，"saidVenn。
　　"StillIdon’tknowmuchwhatfeelingsarenowadays。
　　Ihavegotsomixedupwithbusinessofonesortandt’otherthatmysoftsentimentsaregoneoffinvapourlike。
　　Yes，Iamgivenupbodyandsoultothemakingofmoney。
　　Moneyisallmydream。"
　　"ODiggory，howwicked！"saidThomasinreproachfully，andlookingathiminexactbalancebetweentakinghiswordsseriouslyandjudgingthemassaidtoteaseher。
　　"Yes，’tisratherarumcourse，"saidVenn，intheblandtoneofonecomfortablyresignedtosinshecouldnolongerovercome。
　　"You，whousedtobesonice！"
　　"Well，that’sanargumentIratherlike，becausewhatamanhasoncebeenhemaybeagain。"Thomasinblushed。
　　"Exceptthatitisratherhardernow，"Venncontinued。
　　"Why？"sheasked。
　　"Becauseyoubericherthanyouwereatthattime。"
　　"Ono——notmuch。Ihavemadeitnearlyallovertothebaby，asitwasmydutytodo，exceptjustenoughtoliveon。"
　　"Iamrathergladofthat，"saidVennsoftly，andregardingherfromthecornerofhiseye，"foritmakesiteasierforustobefriendly。"
　　Thomasinblushedagain，and，whenafewmorewordshadbeensaidofanotunpleasingkind，Vennmountedhishorseandrodeon。
　　ThisconversationhadpassedinahollowoftheheathneartheoldRomanroad，aplacemuchfrequentedbyThomasin。
　　AnditmighthavebeenobservedthatshedidnotinfuturewalkthatwaylessoftenfromhavingmetVenntherenow。
　　WhetherornotVennabstainedfromridingthitherbecausehehadmetThomasininthesameplacemighteasilyhavebeenguessedfromherproceedingsabouttwomonthslaterinthesameyear。
　　3—TheSeriousDiscourseofClymwithHisCousinThroughoutthisperiodYeobrighthadmoreorlessponderedonhisdutytohiscousinThomasin。Hecouldnothelpfeelingthatitwouldbeapitifulwasteofsweetmaterialifthetender—naturedthingshouldbedoomedfromthisearlystageofherlifeonwardstodribbleawayherwinsomequalitiesonlonelygorseandfern。
　　Buthefeltthisasaneconomistmerely，andnotasalover。
　　HispassionforEustaciahadbeenasortofconserveofhiswholelife，andhehadnothingmoreofthatsupremequalitylefttobestow。SofartheobviousthingwasnottoentertainanyideaofmarriagewithThomasin，eventoobligeher。
　　Butthiswasnotall。Yearsagotherehadbeeninhismother’smindagreatfancyaboutThomasinandhimself。
　　Ithadnotpositivelyamountedtoadesire，butithadalwaysbeenafavouritedream。Thattheyshouldbemanandwifeingoodtime，ifthehappinessofneitherwereendangeredthereby，wasthefancyinquestion。
　　Sothatwhatcoursesaveonewastherenowleftforanysonwhoreverencedhismother’smemoryasYeobrightdid？Itisanunfortunatefactthatanyparticularwhimofparents，whichmighthavebeendispersedbyhalfanhour’sconversationduringtheirlives，becomessublimatedbytheirdeathsintoafiatthemostabsolute，withsuchresultstoconscientiouschildrenasthoseparents，hadtheylived，wouldhavebeenthefirsttodecry。
　　HadonlyYeobright’sownfuturebeeninvolvedhewouldhaveproposedtoThomasinwithareadyheart。Hehadnothingtolosebycarryingoutadeadmother’shope。
　　ButhedreadedtocontemplateThomasinweddedtothemerecorpseofaloverthathenowfelthimselftobe。
　　Hehadbutthreeactivitiesaliveinhim。Onewashisalmostdailywalktothelittlegraveyardwhereinhismotherlay，another，hisjustasfrequentvisitsbynighttothemoredistantenclosurewhichnumberedhisEustaciaamongitsdead；thethirdwasself—preparationforavocationwhichaloneseemedlikelytosatisfyhiscravings——thatofanitinerantpreacheroftheeleventhcommandment。
　　ItwasdifficulttobelievethatThomasinwouldbecheeredbyahusbandwithsuchtendenciesasthese。
　　Yetheresolvedtoaskher，andletherdecideforherself。
　　Itwasevenwithapleasantsenseofdoinghisdutythathewentdownstairstoheroneeveningforthispurpose，whenthesunwasprintingonthevalleythesamelongshadowofthehousetopthathehadseenlyingtheretimesoutofnumberwhilehismotherlived。
　　Thomasinwasnotinherroom，andhefoundherinthefrontgarden。"Ihavelongbeenwanting，Thomasin，"
　　hebegan，"tosaysomethingaboutamatterthatconcernsbothourfutures。"
　　"Andyouaregoingtosayitnow？"sheremarkedquickly，colouringasshemethisgaze。"Dostopaminute，Clym，andletmespeakfirst，foroddlyenough，Ihavebeenwantingtosaysomethingtoyou。"
　　"Byallmeanssayon，Tamsie。"
　　"Isupposenobodycanoverhearus？"shewenton，castinghereyesaroundandloweringhervoice。"Well，firstyouwillpromisemethis——thatyouwon’tbeangryandcallmeanythingharshifyoudisagreewithwhatIpropose？"
　　Yeobrightpromised，andshecontinued："WhatIwantisyouradvice，foryouaremyrelation——Imean，asortofguardiantome——aren’tyou，Clym？"
　　"Well，yes，IsupposeIam；asortofguardian。Infact，Iam，ofcourse，"hesaid，altogetherperplexedastoherdrift。
　　"Iamthinkingofmarrying，"shethenobservedblandly。
　　"ButIshallnotmarryunlessyouassuremethatyouapproveofsuchastep。Whydon’tyouspeak？"
　　"Iwastakenratherbysurprise。But，nevertheless，Iamverygladtohearsuchnews。Ishallapprove，ofcourse，dearTamsie。Whocanitbe？Iamquiteatalosstoguess。
　　NoIamnot——’tistheolddoctor！——notthatImeantocallhimold，forheisnotveryoldafterall。Ah——Inoticedwhenheattendedyoulasttime！"
　　"No，no，"shesaidhastily。"’TisMr。Venn。"
　　Clym’sfacesuddenlybecamegrave。
　　"There，now，youdon’tlikehim，andIwishIhadn’tmentionedhim！"sheexclaimedalmostpetulantly。
　　"AndIshouldn’thavedoneit，either，onlyhekeepsonbotheringmesotillIdon’tknowwhattodo！"
　　Clymlookedattheheath。"IlikeVennwellenough，"
　　heansweredatlast。"Heisaveryhonestandatthesametimeastuteman。Heisclevertoo，asisprovedbyhishavinggotyoutofavourhim。Butreally，Thomasin，heisnotquite——"
　　"Gentlemanenoughforme？ThatisjustwhatIfeel。
　　IamsorrynowthatIaskedyou，andIwon’tthinkanymoreofhim。AtthesametimeImustmarryhimifImarryanybody——thatIWILLsay！"
　　"Idon’tseethat，"saidClym，carefullyconcealingeverycluetohisowninterruptedintention，whichsheplainlyhadnotguessed。"Youmightmarryaprofessionalman，orsomebodyofthatsort，bygoingintothetowntoliveandformingacquaintancesthere。"
　　"Iamnotfitfortownlife——soveryruralandsillyasIalwayshavebeen。Donotyouyourselfnoticemycountrifiedways？"
　　"Well，whenIcamehomefromParisIdid，alittle；
　　butIdon’tnow。"
　　"That’sbecauseyouhavegotcountrifiedtoo。O，Icouldn’tliveinastreetfortheworld！Egdonisaridiculousoldplace；butIhavegotusedtoit，andIcouldn’tbehappyanywhereelseatall。"
　　"NeithercouldI，"saidClym。
　　"ThenhowcouldyousaythatIshouldmarrysometownman？
　　Iamsure，saywhatyouwill，thatImustmarryDiggory，ifImarryatall。Hehasbeenkindertomethananybodyelse，andhashelpedmeinmanywaysthatIdon’tknowof！"
　　Thomasinalmostpoutednow。
　　"Yes，hehas，"saidClyminaneutraltone。"Well，I
　　wishwithallmyheartthatIcouldsay，marryhim。
　　ButIcannotforgetwhatmymotherthoughtonthatmatter，anditgoesratheragainstmenottorespectheropinion。
　　Thereistoomuchreasonwhyweshoulddothelittlewecantorespectitnow。"
　　"Verywell，then，"sighedThomasin。"Iwillsaynomore。"
　　"Butyouarenotboundtoobeymywishes。ImerelysaywhatIthink。"
　　"Ono——Idon’twanttoberebelliousinthatway，"
　　shesaidsadly。"Ihadnobusinesstothinkofhim——I
　　oughttohavethoughtofmyfamily。Whatdreadfullybadimpulsesthereareinme！"Herlipstrembled，andsheturnedawaytohideatear。
　　Clym，thoughvexedatwhatseemedherunaccountabletaste，wasinameasurerelievedtofindthatatanyratethemarriagequestioninrelationtohimselfwasshelved。
　　Throughseveralsucceedingdayshesawheratdifferenttimesfromthewindowofhisroommopingdisconsolatelyaboutthegarden。HewashalfangrywithherforchoosingVenn；thenhewasgrievedathavingputhimselfinthewayofVenn’shappiness，whowas，afterall，ashonestandperseveringayoungfellowasanyonEgdon，sincehehadturnedoveranewleaf。Inshort，Clymdidnotknowwhattodo。
　　Whennexttheymetshesaidabruptly，"Heismuchmorerespectablenowthanhewasthen！"
　　"Who？Oyes——DiggoryVenn。"
　　"Auntonlyobjectedbecausehewasareddleman。"
　　"Well，Thomasin，perhapsIdon’tknowalltheparticularsofmymother’swish。Soyouhadbetteruseyourowndiscretion。"
　　"YouwillalwaysfeelthatIslightedyourmother’smemory。"
　　"No，Iwillnot。Ishallthinkyouareconvincedthat，hadsheseenDiggoryinhispresentposition，shewouldhaveconsideredhimafittinghusbandforyou。
　　Now，that’smyrealfeeling。Don’tconsultmeanymore，butdoasyoulike，Thomasin。Ishallbecontent。"
　　ItistobesupposedthatThomasinwasconvinced；
　　forafewdaysafterthis，whenClymstrayedintoapartoftheheaththathehadnotlatelyvisited，Humphrey，whowasatworkthere，saidtohim，"IamgladtoseethatMrs。WildeveandVennhavemadeitupagain，seemingly。"
　　"Havethey？"saidClymabstractedly。
　　"Yes；andhedocontrivetostumbleuponherwhenevershewalksoutonfinedayswiththechiel。But，Mr。Yeobright，Ican’thelpfeelingthatyourcousinoughttohavemarriedyou。’Tisapitytomaketwochimleycornerswherethereneedbeonlyone。Youcouldgetherawayfromhimnow，’tismybelief，ifyouwereonlytosetaboutit。"
　　"HowcanIhavetheconsciencetomarryafterhavingdriventwowomentotheirdeaths？Don’tthinksuchathing，Humphrey。AftermyexperienceIshouldconsiderittoomuchofaburlesquetogotochurchandtakeawife。
　　InthewordsofJob，’Ihavemadeacovenantwithmineeyes；
　　whenthenshouldIthinkuponamaid？’"
　　"No，Mr。Clym，don’tfancythataboutdrivingtwowomentotheirdeaths。Youshouldn’tsayit。"
　　"Well，we’llleavethatout，"saidYeobright。"ButanyhowGodhassetamarkuponmewhichwouldn’tlookwellinalove—makingscene。Ihavetwoideasinmyhead，andnoothers。Iamgoingtokeepanight—school；
　　andIamgoingtoturnpreacher。Whathaveyougottosaytothat，Humphrey？"
　　"I’llcomeandhear’eewithallmyheart。"
　　"Thanks。’TisallIwish。"
　　AsClymdescendedintothevalleyThomasincamedownbytheotherpath，andmethimatthegate。
　　"WhatdoyouthinkIhavetotellyou，Clym？"shesaid，lookingarchlyoverhershoulderathim。
　　"Icanguess，"hereplied。
　　Shescrutinizedhisface。"Yes，youguessright。
　　Itisgoingtobeafterall。HethinksImayaswellmakeupmymind，andIhavegottothinksotoo。
　　Itistobeonthetwenty—fifthofnextmonth，ifyoudon’tobject。"
　　"Dowhatyouthinkright，dear。Iamonlytoogladthatyouseeyourwaycleartohappinessagain。Mysexowesyoueveryamendsforthetreatmentyoureceivedindaysgoneby。"*
　　*ThewritermaystateherethattheoriginalconceptionofthestorydidnotdesignamarriagebetweenThomasinandVenn。Hewastohaveretainedhisisolatedandweirdcharactertothelast，andtohavedisappearedmysteriouslyfromtheheath，nobodyknowingwhither——Thomasinremainingawidow。Butcertaincircumstancesofserialpublicationledtoachangeofintent。
　　Readerscanthereforechoosebetweentheendings，andthosewithanaustereartisticcodecanassumethemoreconsistentconclusiontobethetrueone。
　　4—CheerfulnessAgainAssertsItselfatBlooms—End，andClymFindsHisVocationAnybodywhohadpassedthroughBlooms—Endabouteleveno’clockonthemorningfixedfortheweddingwouldhavefoundthat，whileYeobright’shousewascomparativelyquiet，soundsdenotinggreatactivitycamefromthedwellingofhisnearestneighbour，TimothyFairway。Itwaschieflyanoiseoffeet，brisklycrunchinghitherandthitheroverthesandedfloorwithin。Onemanonlywasvisibleoutside，andheseemedtobelateratanappointmentthanhehadintendedtobe，forhehasteneduptothedoor，liftedthelatch，andwalkedinwithoutceremony。
　　Thescenewithinwasnotquitethecustomaryone。
　　StandingabouttheroomwasthelittleknotofmenwhoformedthechiefpartoftheEgdoncoterie，therebeingpresentFairwayhimself，GrandferCantle，Humphrey，Christian，andoneortwoturf—cutters。Itwasawarmday，andthemenwereasamatterofcourseintheirshirtsleeves，exceptChristian，whohadalwaysanervousfearofpartingwithascrapofhisclothingwheninanybody’shousebuthisown。
　　Acrossthestoutoaktableinthemiddleoftheroomwasthrownamassofstripedlinen，whichGrandferCantlehelddownononeside，andHumphreyontheother，whileFairwayrubbeditssurfacewithayellowlump，hisfacebeingdampandcreasedwiththeeffortofthelabour。
　　"Waxingabed—tick，souls？"saidthenewcomer。
　　"Yes，Sam，"saidGrandferCantle，asamantoobusytowastewords。"ShallIstretchthiscornerashadetighter，Timothy？"
　　Fairwayreplied，andthewaxingwentonwithunabatedvigour。
　　"’Tisgoingtobeagoodbed，bythelooko’t，"continuedSam，afteranintervalofsilence。"Whomayitbefor？"
　　"’Tisapresentforthenewfolksthat’sgoingtosetuphousekeeping，"saidChristian，whostoodhelplessandovercomebythemajestyoftheproceedings。
　　"Ah，tobesure；andavaluableone，’ab’lieve。"
　　"Bedsbedeartofokesthatdon’tkeepgeese，bain’tthey，MisterFairway？"saidChristian，astoanomniscientbeing。
　　"Yes，"saidthefurze—dealer，standingup，givinghisforeheadathoroughmopping，andhandingthebeeswaxtoHumphrey，whosucceededattherubbingforthwith。
　　"Notthatthiscouplebeinwantofone，but’twaswelltoshow’emabitoffriendlinessatthisgreatracketingvagaryoftheirlives。Isetupbothmyowndaughtersinonewhentheywasmarried，andtherehavebeenfeathersenoughforanotherinthehousethelasttwelvemonths。
　　Nowthen，neighbours，Ithinkwehavelaidonenoughwax。
　　GrandferCantle，youturntheticktherightwayoutwards，andthenI’llbegintoshakeinthefeathers。"
　　WhenthebedwasinpropertrimFairwayandChristianbroughtforwardvastpaperbags，stuffedtothefull，butlightasballoons，andbegantoturnthecontentsofeachintothereceptaclejustprepared。Asbagafterbagwasemptied，airytuftsofdownandfeathersfloatedabouttheroominincreasingquantitytill，throughamishapofChristian’s，whoshookthecontentsofonebagoutsidethetick，theatmosphereoftheroombecamedensewithgiganticflakes，whichdescendedupontheworkerslikeawindlesssnowstorm。
　　"Ineversawsuchaclumsychapasyou，Christian，"
　　saidGrandferCantleseverely。"Youmighthavebeenthesonofamanthat’sneverbeenoutsideBlooms—Endinhislifeforallthewityouhave。Reallyallthesoldieringandsmartnessintheworldinthefatherseemstocountfornothinginformingthenateroftheson。
　　AsfarasthatchiefChristianisconcernedImightaswellhavestayedathomeandseednothing，likealltherestofyehere。Though，asfarasmyselfisconcerned，adashingspirithascountedforsommat，tobesure！"
　　"Don’tyeletmedownso，Father；Ifeelnobiggerthananinepinafterit。I’vemadebutabrucklehit，I’mafeard。"
　　"Come，come。Neverpitchyerselfinsuchalowkeyasthat，Christian；youshouldtrymore，"saidFairway。