m his study during several hours。 In the afternoon Christian returned from a journey in the same direction； and Mrs。 Yeobright questioned him。
“They have dug a hole； and they have found things like flowerpots upside down； Mis’ess Yeobright； and inside these be real charnel bones。 They have carried ‘em off to men’s houses； but I shouldn’t like to sleep where they will bide。 Dead folks have been known to e and claim their own。 Mr。 Yeobright had got one pot of the bones； and was going to bring ‘em home—real skellington bones—but ‘twas ordered otherwise。 You’ll be relieved to hear that he gave away his pot and all； on second thoughts； and a blessed thing for ye； Mis’ess Yeobright； considering the wind o’ nights。”
“Gave it away？”
“Yes。 To Miss Vye。 She has a cannibal taste for such churchyard furniture seemingly。”
“Miss Vye was there too？”
“Ay； ‘a b’lieve she was。”
When Clym came home； which was shortly after； his mother said； in a curious tone； “The urn you had meant for me you gave away。”
Yeobright made no reply； the current of her feeling was too pronounced to admit it。
The early weeks of the year passed on。 Yeobright certainly studied at home； but he also walked much abroad； and the direction of his walk was always towards some point of a line between Mistover and Rainbarrow。
The month of March arrived； and the heath showed its first signs of awakening from winter trance。 The awakening was almost feline in its stealthiness。 The pool outside the bank by Eustacia’s dwelling； which seemed as dead and desolate as ever to an observer who moved and made noises in his observation； would gradually disclose a state of great animation when silently watched awhile。 A timid animal world had e to life for the season。 Little tadpoles and efts began to bubble up through the water； and to race along beneath it； toads made noises like very young ducks； and advanced to the margin in twos and threes； overhead； bumblebees flew hither and thither in the thickening light； their drone ing and going like the sound of a gong。
On an evening such as this Yeobright descended into the Blooms…End valley from beside that very pool； where he had been standing with another person quite silently and quite long enough to hear all this puny stir of resurrection in nature； yet he had not heard it。 His walk was rapid as he came down； and he went with a springy trend。 Before entering upon his mother’s premises he stopped and breathed。 The light which shone forth on him from the window revealed that his face was flushed and his eye bright。 What it did not show was something which lingered upon his lips like a seal set there。 The abiding presence of this impress was so real that he hardly dared to enter the house； for it seemed as if his mother might say； “What red spot is that glowing upon your mouth so vividly？”
But he entered soon after。 The tea was ready； and he sat down opposite his mother。 She did not speak many words； and as for him； something had been just done and some words had been just said on the hill which prevented him from beginning a desultory chat。 His mother’s taciturnity was not without ominousness； but he appeared not to care。 He knew why she said so little； but he could not remove the cause of her bearing towards him。 These half…silent sittings were far from unmon with them now。 At last Yeobright made a beginning of what was intended to strike at the whole root of the matter。
“Five days have we sat like this at meals with scarcely a word。 What’s the use of it； Mother？”
“None；” said she； in a heart…swollen tone。 “But there is only too good a reason。”
“Not when you know all。 I have been wanting to speak about this； and I am glad the subject is begun。 The reason； of course； is Eustacia Vye。 Well； I confess I have seen her lately； and have seen her a good many times。”
“Yes； yes； and I know what that amounts to。 It troubles me； Clym。 You are wasting your life here； and it is solely on account of her。 If it had not been for that woman you would never have entertained this teaching scheme at all。”
Clym looked hard at his mother。 “You know that is not it；” he said。
“Well； I know you had decided to attempt it before you saw her； but that would have ended in intentions。 It was very well to talk of； but ridiculous to put in practice。 I fully expected that in the course of a month or two you would have seen the folly of such self…sacrifice； and would have been by this time back again to Paris in some business or other。 I can understand objections to the diamond trade—I really was thinking that it might be inadequate to the life of a man like you even though it might have made you a millionaire。 But now I see how mistaken you are about this girl I doubt if you could be correct about other things。”
“How am I mistaken in her？”
“She is lazy and dissatisfied。 But that is not all of it。 Supposing her to be as good a woman as any you can find； which she certainly is not； why do you wish to connect yourself with anybody at present？”
“Well； there are practical reasons；” Clym began； and then almost broke off under an overpowering sense of the weight of argument which could be brought against his statement。
“If I take a school an educated woman would be invaluable as a help to me。”
“What！ you really mean to marry her？”
“It would be premature to state that plainly。 But consider
what obvious advantages there would be in doing it。 She“
“Don’t suppose she has any money。 She hasn’t a farthing。”
“She is excellently educated； and would make a good matron in a boarding…school。 I candidly own that I have modified my views a little； in deference to you； and it should satisfy you。 I no longer adhere to my intention of giving with my own mouth rudimentary education to the lowest class。 I can do better。 I can establish a good private school for farmers’ sons； and without stopping the school I can manage to pass examinations。
By this means； and by the assistance of a wife like her“
“Oh； Clym！”
“I shall ultimately； I hope； be at the head of one of the best schools in the county。”
Yeobright had enunciated the word “her” with a fervour which； in conversation with a mother； was absurdly indiscreet。 Hardly a maternal heart within the four seas could in such circumstances； have helped being irritated at that ill…timed betrayal of feeling for a new woman。
“You are blinded； Clym；” she said warmly。 “It was a bad day for you when you first set eyes on her。 And your scheme is merely a castle in the air built on purpose to justify this folly which has seized you； and to salve your conscience on the irrational situation you are in。”
“Mother； that’s not true；” he firmly answered。
“Can you maintain that I sit and tell untruths； when all I wish to do is to save you from sorrow？ For shame； Clym！ But it is all through that woman—a hussy！”
Clym reddened like fire and rose。 He placed his hand upon his mother’s shoulder and said； in a tone which hung strangely between entreaty and mand； “I won’t hear it。 I may be led to answer you in a way which we shall both regret。”
His mother parted her lips to begin some other vehement truth； but on looking at him she saw that in his face which led her to leave the words unsaid。 Yeobright walked once or twice across the room； and then suddenly went out of the house。 It was eleven o’clock when he came in； though he had not been further than the precincts of the garden。 His mother was gone to bed。 A light was left burning on the table； and supper was spread。 Without stopping for any food he secured the doors and went upstairs。
4 … An Hour of Bliss and Many Hours of Sadness
The next day was gloomy enough at Blooms…End。 Yeobright remained in his study； sitting over the open books； but the work of those hours was miserably scant。 Determined that there should be nothing in his conduct towards his mother resembling sullenness； he had occasionally spoken to her on passing matters； and would take no notice of the brevity of her replies。 With the same resolve to keep up a show of conversation he said； about seven o’clock in the evening； “There’s an eclipse of the moon tonight。 I am going out to see it。” And； putting on his overcoat； he left her。
The low moon was not as yet visible from the front of the house； and Yeobright climbed out of the valley until he stood in the full flood of her light。 But even now he walked on； and his steps were in the direction of Rainbarrow。
In half an hour he stood at the top。 The sky was clear from verge to verge； and the moon flung her rays over the whole heath； but without sensibly lighting it； except where paths and water…courses had laid bare the white flints and glistening quartz sand； which made streaks upon the general shade。 After standing awhile he stooped and felt the heather。 It was dry； and he flung himself down upon the barrow； his face towards the moon； which depicted a small image of herself in each of his eyes。
He had often e up here without stating his purpose to his mother； but this was the first time that he had been ostensibly frank as to his purpose while really concealing it。 It was a moral situation which； three months earlier； he could hardly have credited of himself。 In returning to labour in this sequestered spot he had anticipated an escape from the chafing of social necessities； yet behold they were here also。 More than ever he longed to be in some world where personal ambition was not the only recognized form of progress—such； perhaps； as might have been the case at some time or other in the silvery globe then shining upon him。 His eye travelled over the length and breadth of that distant country—over the Bay of Rainbows； the sombre Sea of Crises； the Ocean of Storms； the Lake of Dreams； the vast Walled Plains； and the wondrous Ring Mountains—till he almost felt himself to be voyaging bodily through its wild scenes； standing on its hollow hills； traversing its deserts； descending its vales and old sea bottoms； or mounting to the edges of its craters。
While he watched the far…removed landscape a tawny stain grew into being on the lower verge—the eclipse had begun。 This marked a preconcerted moment—for the remote celestial phenomenon had been pressed into sublunary service as a lover’s signal。 Yeobright’s mind flew back to earth at the sight； he arose； shook himself and listened。 Minute after minute passed by； perhaps ten minutes passed； and the shadow on the moon perceptibly widened。 He heard a rustling on his left hand； a cloaked figure with an upturned face appeared at the base of the Barrow； and Clym descended。 In a moment the figure was in his arms； and his lips upon hers。
“My Eustacia！”
“Clym； dearest！”
Such a situation had less than three months brought forth。
They remained long without a single utterance； for no language could reach the level of their condition—words were as the rusty implements of a by…gone barbarous epoch； and only to be occasionally tolerated。
“I began to wonder why you did not e；” said Yeobright； when she had withdrawn a little from his embrace。
“You said ten minutes after the first mark of shade on the edge of the moon； and that’s what it is now。”
“Well； let u