“Hate you—no；” said Thomasin soothingly。 “It is only that he loves her too well。 Look at it quietly—do。 It is not so very bad of him。 Do you know； I thought it not the worst match he could have made。 Miss Vye’s family is a good one on her mother’s side； and her father was a romantic wanderer—a sort of Greek Ulysses。”
“It is no use； Thomasin； it is no use。 Your intention is good； but I will not trouble you to argue。 I have gone through the whole that can be said on either side times； and many times。 Clym and I have not parted in anger； we have parted in a worse way。 It is not a passionate quarrel that would have broken my heart； it is the steady opposition and persistence in going wrong that he has shown。 O Thomasin； he was so good as a little boy—so tender and kind！”
“He was； I know。”
“I did not think one whom I called mine would grow up to treat me like this。 He spoke to me as if I opposed him to injure him。 As though I could wish him ill！”
“There are worse women in the world than Eustacia Vye。”
“There are too many better that’s the agony of it。 It was she； Thomasin； and she only； who led your husband to act as he did—I would swear it！”
“No；” said Thomasin eagerly。 “It was before he knew me that he thought of her； and it was nothing but a mere flirtation。”
“Very well； we will let it be so。 There is little use in unravelling that now。 Sons must be blind if they will。 Why is it that a woman can see from a distance what a man cannot see close？ Clym must do as he will—he is nothing more to me。 And this is maternity—to give one’s best years and best love to ensure the fate of being despised！”
“You are too unyielding。 Think how many mothers there are whose sons have brought them to public shame by real crimes before you feel so deeply a case like this。”
“Thomasin； don’t lecture me—I can’t have it。 It is the excess above what we expect that makes the force of the blow； and that may not be greater in their case than in mine—they may have foreseen the worst。。。。I am wrongly made； Thomasin；” she added； with a mournful smile。 “Some widows can guard against the wounds their children give them by turning their hearts to another husband and beginning life again。 But I always was a poor； weak； one…idea’d creature—I had not the pass of heart nor the enterprise for that。 Just as forlorn and stupefied as I was when my husband’s spirit flew away I have sat ever since—never attempting to mend matters at all。 I was paratively a young woman then； and I might have had another family by this time； and have been forted by them for the failure of this one son。”
“It is more noble in you that you did not。”
“The more noble； the less wise。”
“Forget it； and be soothed； dear Aunt。 And I shall not leave you alone for long。 I shall e and see you every day。”
And for one week Thomasin literally fulfilled her word。 She endeavoured to make light of the wedding； and brought news of the preparations； and that she was invited to be present。 The next week she was rather unwell； and did not appear。 Nothing had as yet been done about the guineas； for Thomasin feared to address her husband again on the subject； and Mrs。 Yeobright had insisted upon this。
One day just before this time Wildeve was standing at the door of the Quiet Woman。 In addition to the upward path through the heath to Rainbarrow and Mistover； there was a road which branched from the highway a short distance below the inn； and ascended to Mistover by a circuitous and easy incline。 This was the only route on that side for vehicles to the captain’s retreat。 A light cart from the nearest town descended the road； and the lad who was driving pulled up in front of the inn for something to drink。
“You e from Mistover？” said Wildeve。
“Yes。 They are taking in good things up there。 Going to be a wedding。” And the driver buried his face in his mug。
Wildeve had not received an inkling of the fact before； and a sudden expression of pain overspread his face。 He turned for a moment into the passage to hide it。
Then he came back again。
“Do you mean Miss Vye？” he said。 “How is it—that she can be married so soon？”
“By the will of God and a ready young man； I suppose。”
“You don’t mean Mr。 Yeobright？”
“Yes。 He has been creeping about with her all the spring。”
“I suppose—she was immensely taken with him？”
“She is crazy about him； so their general servant of all work tells me。 And that lad Charley that looks after the horse is all in a daze about it。 The stun…poll has got fond…like of her。”
“Is she lively—is she glad？ Going to be married so soon—well！”
“It isn’t so very soon。”
“No； not so very soon。”
Wildeve went indoors to the empty room； a curious heartache within him。 He rested his elbow upon the mantelpiece and his face upon his hand。 When Thomasin entered the room he did not tell her of what he had heard。 The old longing for Eustacia had reappeared in his soul—and it was mainly because he had discovered that it was another man’s intention to possess her。
To be yearning for the difficult； to be weary of that offered； to care for the remote； to dislike the near； it was Wildeve’s nature always。 This is the true mark of the man of sentiment。 Though Wildeve’s fevered feeling had not been elaborated to real poetical pass； it was of the standard sort。 His might have been called the Rousseau of Egdon。
7 … The Morning and the Evening of a Day
The wedding morning came。 Nobody would have imagined from appearances that Blooms…End had any interest in Mistover that day。 A solemn stillness prevailed around the house of Clym’s mother； and there was no more animation indoors。 Mrs。 Yeobright； who had declined to attend the ceremony； sat by the breakfast table in the old room which municated immediately with the porch； her eyes listlessly directed towards the open door。 It was the room in which； six months earlier； the merry Christmas party had met； to which Eustacia came secretly and as a stranger。 The only living thing that entered now was a sparrow； and seeing no movements to cause alarm； he hopped boldly round the room； endeavoured to go out by the window； and fluttered among the pot…flowers。 This roused the lonely sitter； who got up； released the bird； and went to the door。 She was expecting Thomasin； who had written the night before to state that the time had e when she would wish to have the money and that she would if possible call this day。
Yet Thomasin occupied Mrs。 Yeobright’s thoughts but slightly as she looked up the valley of the heath； alive with butterflies； and with grasshoppers whose husky noises on every side formed a whispered chorus。 A domestic drama； for which the preparations were now being made a mile or two off； was but little less vividly present to her eyes than if enacted before her。 She tried to dismiss the vision； and walked about the garden plot； but her eyes ever and anon sought out the direction of the parish church to which Mistover belonged； and her excited fancy clove the hills which divided the building from her eyes。 The morning wore away。 Eleven o’clock struck—could it be that the wedding was then in progress？ It must be so。 She went on imagining the scene at the church； which he had by this time approached with his bride。 She pictured the little group of children by the gate as the pony carriage drove up in which； as Thomasin had learnt； they were going to perform the short journey。 Then she saw them enter and proceed to the chancel and kneel； and the service seemed to go on。
She covered her face with her hands。 “O； it is a mistake！” she groaned。 “And he will rue it some day； and think of me！”
While she remained thus； overe by her forebodings； the old clock indoors whizzed forth twelve strokes。 Soon after； faint sounds floated to her ear from afar over the hills。 The breeze came from that quarter； and it had brought with it the notes of distant bells； gaily starting off in a peal： one； two； three； four； five。 The ringers at East Egdon were announcing the nuptials of Eustacia and her son。
“Then it is over；” she murmured。 “Well； well！ and life too will be over soon。 And why should I go on scalding my face like this？ Cry about one thing in life； cry about all； one thread runs through the whole piece。 And yet we say； ‘a time to laugh！’”
Towards evening Wildeve came。 Since Thomasin’s marriage Mrs。 Yeobright had shown him that grim friendliness which at last arises in all such cases of undesired affinity。 The vision of what ought to have been is thrown aside in sheer weariness； and browbeaten human endeavour listlessly makes the best of the fact that is。 Wildeve； to do him justice； had behaved very courteously to his wife’s aunt； and it was with no surprise that she saw him enter now。
“Thomasin has not been able to e； as she promised to do；” he replied to her inquiry； which had been anxious； for she knew that her niece was badly in want of money。
“The captain came down last night and personally pressed her to join them today。 So； not to be unpleasant； she determined to go。 They fetched her in the pony…chaise； and are going to bring her back。”
“Then it is done；” said Mrs。 Yeobright。 “Have they gone to their new home？”
“I don’t know。 I have had no news from Mistover since Thomasin left to go。”
“You did not go with her？” said she； as if there might be good reasons why。
“I could not；” said Wildeve； reddening slightly。 “We could not both leave the house； it was rather a busy morning； on account of Anglebury Great Market。 I believe you have something to give to Thomasin？ If you like； I will take it。”
Mrs。 Yeobright hesitated； and wondered if Wildeve knew what the something was。 “Did she tell you of this？” she inquired。
“Not particularly。 She casually dropped a remark about having arranged to fetch some article or other。”
“It is hardly necessary to send it。 She can have it whenever she chooses to e。”
“That won’t be yet。 In the present state of her health she must not go on walking so much as she has done。” He added； with a faint twang of sarcasm； “What wonderful thing is it that I cannot be trusted to take？”
“Nothing worth troubling you with。”
“One would think you doubted my honesty；” he said； with a laugh； though his colour rose in a quick resentfulness frequent with him。
“You need think no such thing；” said she drily。 “It is simply that I； in mon with the rest of the world； feel that there are certain things which had better be done by certain people than by others。”
“As you like； as you like；” said Wildeve laconically。 “It is not worth arguing about。 Well； I think I must turn homeward again； as the inn must not be left long in charge of the lad and the maid only。”
He went his way； his farewell being scarcely so courteous as his greeting。 But Mrs。 Yeobright knew him thoroughly by this time； and took little notice of his manner； good or bad。
When Wildeve was gone Mrs。 Yeobright stood and considered what would be the best course to adopt with regard to the guineas； which she had not liked to entrust to Wildeve。 It was hardly credible that Thomasin had told him to ask for them； when the necessity for them had arisen from the difficulty