“Oh； did he？” said Eustacia more gently。 “What do you want； Charley？”
“Please will your grandfather lend us his fuelhouse to try over our parts in； tonight at seven o’clock？”
“What； are you one of the Egdon mummers for this year？”
“Yes； miss。 The cap’n used to let the old mummers practise here。”
“I know it。 Yes； you may use the fuelhouse if you like；” said Eustacia languidly。
The choice of Captain Vye’s fuelhouse as the scene of rehearsal was dictated by the fact that his dwelling was nearly in the centre of the heath。 The fuelhouse was as roomy as a barn； and was a most desirable place for such a purpose。 The lads who formed the pany of players lived at different scattered points around； and by meeting in this spot the distances to be traversed by all the ers would be about equally proportioned。
For mummers and mumming Eustacia had the greatest contempt。 The mummers themselves were not afflicted with any such feeling for their art； though at the same time they were not enthusiastic。 A traditional pastime is to be distinguished from a mere revival in no more striking feature than in this； that while in the revival all is excitement and fervour； the survival is carried on with a stolidity and absence of stir which sets one wondering why a thing that is done so perfunctorily should be kept up at all。 Like Balaam and other unwilling prophets； the agents seem moved by an inner pulsion to say and do their allotted parts whether they will or no。 This unweeting manner of performance is the true ring by which； in this refurbishing age； a fossilized survival may be known from a spurious reproduction。
The piece was the well…known play of Saint George； and all who were behind the scenes assisted in the preparations； including the women of each household。 Without the co…operation of sisters and sweethearts the dresses were likely to be a failure； but on the other hand； this class of assistance was not without its drawbacks。 The girls could never be brought to respect tradition in designing and decorating the armour； they insisted on attaching loops and bows of silk and velvet in any situation pleasing to their taste。 Gorget； gusset； basinet； cuirass； gauntlet； sleeve； all alike in the view of these feminine eyes were practicable spaces whereon to sew scraps of fluttering colour。
It might be that Joe； who fought on the side of Christendom； had a sweetheart； and that Jim； who fought on the side of the Moslem； had one likewise。 During the making of the costumes it would e to the knowledge of Joe’s sweetheart that Jim’s was putting brilliant silk scallops at the bottom of her lover’s surcoat； in addition to the ribbons of the visor； the bars of which； being invariably formed of coloured strips about half an inch wide hanging before the face； were mostly of that material。 Joe’s sweetheart straight…way placed brilliant silk on the scallops of the hem in question； and； going a little further； added ribbon tufts to the shoulder pieces。 Jim’s； not to be outdone； would affix bows and rosettes everywhere。
The result was that in the end the Valiant Soldier； of the Christian army； was distinguished by no peculiarity of accoutrement from the Turkish Knight； and what was worse； on a casual view Saint George himself might be mistaken for his deadly enemy； the Saracen。 The guisers themselves； though inwardly regretting this confusion of persons； could not afford to offend those by whose assistance they so largely profited； and the innovations were allowed to stand。
There was； it is true； a limit to this tendency to uniformity。 The Leech or Doctor preserved his character intact—his darker habiliments； peculiar hat； and the bottle of physic slung under his arm； could never be mistaken。 And the same might be said of the conventional figure of Father Christmas； with his gigantic club； an older man； who acpanied the band as general protector in long night journeys from parish to parish； and was bearer of the purse。
Seven o’clock； the hour of the rehearsal； came round； and in a short time Eustacia could hear voices in the fuelhouse。 To dissipate in some trifling measure her abiding sense of the murkiness of human life she went to the “linhay” or lean…to shed； which formed the root…store of their dwelling and abutted on the fuelhouse。 Here was a small rough hole in the mud wall； originally made for pigeons； through which the interior of the next shed could be viewed。 A light came from it now； and Eustacia stepped upon a stool to look in upon the scene。
On a ledge in the fuelhouse stood three tall rushlights and by the light of them seven or eight lads were marching about； haranguing； and confusing each other； in endeavours to perfect themselves in the play。 Humphrey and Sam； the furze…and turf…cutters； were there looking on； so also was Timothy Fairway； who leant against the wall and prompted the boys from memory； interspersing among the set words remarks and anecdotes of the superior days when he and others were the Egdon mummers…elect that these lads were now。
“Well； ye be as well up to it as ever ye will be；” he said。
“Not that such mumming would have passed in our time。 Harry as the Saracen should strut a bit more； and John needn’t holler his inside out。 Beyond that perhaps you’ll do。 Have you got all your clothes ready？”
“We shall by Monday。”
“Your first outing will be Monday night； I suppose？”
“Yes。 At Mrs。 Yeobright’s。”
“Oh； Mrs。 Yeobright’s。 What makes her want to see ye？ I should think a middle…aged woman was tired of mumming。”
“She’s got up a bit of a party； because ‘tis the first Christmas that her son Clym has been home for a long time。”
“To be sure； to be sure—her party！ I am going myself。
I almost forgot it； upon my life。”
Eustacia’s face flagged。 There was to be a party at the Yeobrights’； she； naturally； had nothing to do with it。 She was a stranger to all such local gatherings； and had always held them as scarcely appertaining to her sphere。 But had she been going； what an opportunity would have been afforded her of seeing the man whose influence was penetrating her like summer sun！ To increase that influence was coveted excitement； to cast it off might be to regain serenity； to leave it as it stood was tantalizing。
The lads and men prepared to leave the premises； and Eustacia returned to her fireside。 She was immersed in thought； but not for long。 In a few minutes the lad Charley； who had e to ask permission to use the place； returned with the key to the kitchen。 Eustacia heard him； and opening the door into the passage said； “Charley； e here。”
The lad was surprised。 He entered the front room not without blushing； for he； like many； had felt the power of this girl’s face and form。
She pointed to a seat by the fire； and entered the other side of the chimney…corner herself。 It could be seen in her face that whatever motive she might have had in asking the youth indoors would soon appear。
“Which part do you play； Charley—the Turkish Knight； do you not？” inquired the beauty； looking across the smoke of the fire to him on the other side。
“Yes； miss； the Turkish Knight；” he replied diffidently。
“Is yours a long part？”
“Nine speeches； about。”
“Can you repeat them to me？ If so I should like to hear them。”
The lad smiled into the glowing turf and began—
“Here e I； a Turkish Knight；
Who learnt in Turkish land to fight；”
continuing the discourse throughout the scenes to the concluding catastrophe of his fall by the hand of Saint George。
Eustacia had occasionally heard the part recited before。 When the lad ended she began； precisely in the same words； and ranted on without hitch or divergence till she too reached the end。 It was the same thing； yet how different。 Like in form； it had the added softness and finish of a Raffaelle after Perugino； which； while faithfully reproducing the original subject； entirely distances the original art。
Charley’s eyes rounded with surprise。 “Well； you be a clever lady！” he said； in admiration。 “I’ve been three weeks learning mine。”
“I have heard it before；” she quietly observed。
“Now； would you do anything to please me； Charley？”
“I’d do a good deal； miss。”
“Would you let me play your part for one night？”
“Oh； miss！ But your woman’s gown—you couldn’t。”
“I can get boy’s clothes—at least all that would be wanted besides the mumming dress。 What should I have to give you to lend me your things； to let me take your place for an hour or two on Monday night； and on no account to say a word about who or what I am？ You would； of course； have to excuse yourself from playing that night； and to say that somebody—a cousin of Miss Vye’s—would act for you。 The other mummers have never spoken to me in their lives so that it would be safe enough； and if it were not； I should not mind。 Now； what must I give you to agree to this？ Half a crown？”
The youth shook his head
“Five shillings？”
He shook his head again。 “Money won’t do it；” he said； brushing the iron head of the firedog with the hollow of his hand。
“What will； then； Charley？” said Eustacia in a disappointed tone。
“You know what you forbade me at the Maypoling； miss；” murmured the lad； without looking at her； and still stroking the firedog’s head。
“Yes；” said Eustacia； with a little more hauteur。
“You wanted to join hands with me in the ring； if I recollect？”
“Half an hour of that； and I’ll agree； miss。”
Eustacia regarded the youth steadfastly。 He was three years younger than herself； but apparently not backward for his age。 “Half an hour of what？” she said； though she guessed what。
“Holding your hand in mine。”
She was silent。 “Make it a quarter of an hour；” she said
“Yes； Miss Eustacia—I will； if I may kiss it too。 A quarter of an hour。 And I’ll swear to do the best I can to let you take my place without anybody knowing。 Don’t you think somebody might know your tongue； miss？”
“It is possible。 But I will put a pebble in my mouth to make is less likely。 Very well； you shall be allowed to have my hand as soon as you bring the dress and your sword and staff。 I don’t want you any longer now。”
Charley departed； and Eustacia felt more and more interest in life。 Here was something to do： here was some one to see； and a charmingly adventurous way to see him。 “Ah；” she said to herself； “want of an object to live for—that’s all is the matter with me！”
Eustacia’s manner was as a rule of a slumberous sort； her passions being of the massive rather than the vivacious kind。 But when aroused she would make a dash which； just for the time； was not unlike the move of a naturally lively person。
On the question of recognition she was somewhat indifferent。
By the acting lads themselves she was not likely to be known。
With the guests who might be assembled she was hardly so secure。
Yet detection； after all； would be no such dreadful thing。
The fact only could be detected； her true motive never。 It would be instantly set down as the passing freak of a girl whose ways were already considered singular。 That she was doing for an earnest reason what would most naturally be done in jest was at any rate a safe secret。
The next evening Eustacia stood punc