“She is melancholy； then？” inquired Clym。
“She mopes about by herself； and don’t mix in with the people。”
“Is she a young lady inclined for adventures？”
“Not to my knowledge。”
“Doesn’t join in with the lads in their games； to get some sort of excitement in this lonely place？”
“No。”
“Mumming； for instance？”
“No。 Her notions be different。 I should rather say her thoughts were far away from here； with lords and ladies she’ll never know； and mansions she’ll never see again。”
Observing that Clym appeared singularly interested Mrs。 Yeobright said rather uneasily to Sam； “You see more in her than most of us do。 Miss Vye is to my mind too idle to be charming。 I have never heard that she is of any use to herself or to other people。 Good girls don’t get treated as witches even on Egdon。”
“Nonsense—that proves nothing either way；” said Yeobright。
“Well； of course I don’t understand such niceties；” said Sam； withdrawing from a possibly unpleasant argument；
“and what she is we must wait for time to tell us。 The business that I have really called about is this； to borrow the longest and strongest rope you have。 The captain’s bucket has dropped into the well； and they are in want of water； and as all the chaps are at home today we think we can get it out for him。 We have three cart…ropes already； but they won’t reach to the bottom。”
Mrs。 Yeobright told him that he might have whatever ropes he could find in the outhouse； and Sam went out to search。 When he passed by the door Clym joined him； and acpanied him to the gate。
“Is this young witch…lady going to stay long at Mistover？” he asked。
“I should say so。”
“What a cruel shame to ill…use her； She must have suffered greatly—more in mind than in body。”
“’Twas a graceless trick—such a handsome girl； too。 You ought to see her； Mr。 Yeobright； being a young man e from far； and with a little more to show for your years than most of us。”
“Do you think she would like to teach children？” said Clym。
Sam shook his head。 “Quite a different sort of body from that； I reckon。”
“O； it was merely something which occurred to me。 It would of course be necessary to see her and talk it over—not an easy thing； by the way； for my family and hers are not very friendly。”
“I’ll tell you how you mid see her； Mr。 Yeobright；” said Sam。 “We are going to grapple for the bucket at six o’clock tonight at her house； and you could lend a hand。 There’s five or six ing； but the well is deep； and another might be useful； if you don’t mind appearing in that shape。 She’s sure to be walking round。”
“I’ll think of it；” said Yeobright； and they parted。
He thought of it a good deal； but nothing more was said about Eustacia inside the house at that time。 Whether this romantic martyr to superstition and the melancholy mummer he had conversed with under the full moon were one and the same person remained as yet a problem。
3 … The First Act in a Timeworn Drama
The afternoon was fine； and Yeobright walked on the heath for an hour with his mother。 When they reached the lofty ridge which divided the valley of Blooms…End from the adjoining valley they stood still and looked round。 The Quiet Woman Inn was visible on the low margin of the heath in one direction； and afar on the other hand rose Mistover Knap。
“You mean to call on Thomasin？” he inquired。
“Yes。 But you need not e this time；” said his mother。
“In that case I’ll branch off here； Mother。 I am going to Mistover。”
Mrs。 Yeobright turned to him inquiringly。
“I am going to help them get the bucket out of the captain’s well；” he continued。 “As it is so very deep I may be useful。 And I should like to see this Miss Vye—not so much for her good looks as for another reason。”
“Must you go？” his mother asked。
“I thought to。”
And they parted。 “There is no help for it；” murmured Clym’s mother gloomily as he withdrew。 “They are sure to see each other。 I wish Sam would carry his news to other houses than mine。”
Clym’s retreating figure got smaller and smaller as it rose and fell over the hillocks on his way。 “He is tender…hearted；” said Mrs。 Yeobright to herself while she watched him； “otherwise it would matter little。 How he’s going on！”
He was； indeed； walking with a will over the furze； as straight as a line； as if his life depended upon it。 His mother drew a long breath； and； abandoning the visit to Thomasin； turned back。 The evening films began to make nebulous pictures of the valleys； but the high lands still were raked by the declining rays of the winter sun； which glanced on Clym as he walked forward； eyed by every rabbit and field…fare around； a long shadow advancing in front of him。
On drawing near to the furze…covered bank and ditch which fortified the captain’s dwelling he could hear voices within； signifying that operations had been already begun。 At the side…entrance gate he stopped and looked over。
Half a dozen able…bodied men were standing in a line from the well…mouth； holding a rope which passed over the well…roller into the depths below。 Fairway； with a piece of smaller rope round his body； made fast to one of the standards； to guard against accidents； was leaning over the opening； his right hand clasping the vertical rope that descended into the well。
“Now； silence； folks；” said Fairway。
The talking ceased； and Fairway gave a circular motion to the rope； as if he were stirring batter。 At the end of a minute a dull splashing reverberated from the bottom of the well； the helical twist he had imparted to the rope had reached the grapnel below。
“Haul！” said Fairway； and the men who held the rope began to gather it over the wheel。
“I think we’ve got sommat；” said one of the haulers…in。
“Then pull steady；” said Fairway。
They gathered up more and more； till a regular dripping into the well could be heard below。 It grew smarter with the increasing height of the bucket； and presently a hundred and fifty feet of rope had been pulled in。
Fairway then lit a lantern； tied it to another cord； and began lowering it into the well beside the first：
Clym came forward and looked down。 Strange humid leaves； which knew nothing of the seasons of the year； and quaint…natured mosses were revealed on the wellside as the lantern descended； till its rays fell upon a confused mass of rope and bucket dangling in the dank； dark air。
“We’ve only got en by the edge of the hoop—steady； for God’s sake！” said Fairway。
They pulled with the greatest gentleness； till the wet bucket appeared about two yards below them； like a dead friend e to earth again。 Three or four hands were stretched out； then jerk went the rope； whizz went the wheel； the two foremost haulers fell backward； the beating of a falling body was heard； receding down the sides of the well； and a thunderous uproar arose at the bottom。 The bucket was gone again。
“Damn the bucket！” said Fairway。
“Lower again；” said Sam。
“I’m as stiff as a ram’s horn stooping so long；” said Fairway； standing up and stretching himself till his joints creaked。
“Rest a few minutes； Timothy；” said Yeobright。
“I’ll take your place。”
The grapnel was again lowered。 Its smart impact upon the distant water reached their ears like a kiss； whereupon Yeobright knelt down； and leaning over the well began dragging the grapnel round and round as Fairway had done。
“Tie a rope round him—it is dangerous！” cried a soft and anxious voice somewhere above them。
Everybody turned。 The speaker was a woman； gazing down upon the group from an upper window； whose panes blazed in the ruddy glare from the west。 Her lips were parted and she appeared for the moment to forget where she was。
The rope was accordingly tied round his waist； and the work proceeded。 At the next haul the weight was not heavy； and it was discovered that they had only secured a coil of the rope detached from the bucket。 The tangled mass was thrown into the background。 Humphrey took Yeobright’s place； and the grapnel was lowered again。
Yeobright retired to the heap of recovered rope in a meditative mood。 Of the identity between the lady’s voice and that of the melancholy mummer he had not a moment’s doubt。 “How thoughtful of her！” he said to himself。
Eustacia； who had reddened when she perceived the effect of her exclamation upon the group below； was no longer to be seen at the window； though Yeobright scanned it wistfully。 While he stood there the men at the well succeeded in getting up the bucket without a mishap。 One of them went to inquire for the captain； to learn what orders he wished to give for mending the well…tackle。 The captain proved to be away from home； and Eustacia appeared at the door and came out。 She had lapsed into an easy and dignified calm； far removed from the intensity of life in her words of solicitude for Clym’s safety。
“Will it be possible to draw water here tonight？” she inquired。
“No； miss； the bottom of the bucket is clean knocked out。 And as we can do no more now we’ll leave off； and e again tomorrow morning。”
“No water；” she murmured； turning away。
“I can send you up some from Blooms…End；” said Clym； ing forward and raising his hat as the men retired。
Yeobright and Eustacia looked at each other for one instant； as if each had in mind those few moments during which a certain moonlight scene was mon to both。 With the glance the calm fixity of her features sublimed itself to an expression of refinement and warmth； it was like garish noon rising to the dignity of sunset in a couple of seconds。
“Thank you； it will hardly be necessary；” she replied。
“But if you have no water？”
“Well； it is what I call no water；” she said； blushing； and lifting her long…lashed eyelids as if to lift them were a work requiring consideration。 “But my grandfather calls it water enough。 I’ll show you what I mean。”
She moved away a few yards； and Clym followed。 When she reached the corner of the enclosure； where the steps were formed for mounting the boundary bank； she sprang up with a lightness which seemed strange after her listless movement towards the well。 It incidentally showed that her apparent languor did not arise from lack of force。
Clym ascended behind her； and noticed a circular burnt patch at the top of the bank。 “Ashes？” he said。
“Yes；” said Eustacia。 “We had a little bonfire here last Fifth of November； and those are the marks of it。”
On that spot had stood the fire she had kindled to attract Wildeve。
“That’s the only kind of water we have；” she continued； tossing a stone into the pool； which lay on the outside of the bank like the white of an eye without its pupil。 The stone fell with a flounce； but no Wildeve appeared on the other side； as on a previous occasion there。 “My grandfather says he lived for more than twenty years at sea on water twice as bad as that；” she went on； “and considers it quite good enough for us here on an emergency。”
“Well； as a matter of fact there are no impurities in the water of these pools at this time of the year。 It has only just rained into them。”
She shook her head。 “I am managing to exist in a wilderness； but I cannot drink from a pond；” she said。
Clym looked towards the