“Well；　the　immediate　reason　was　that　the　license　would　not　do　for　the　place；　and　before　I　could　get　another　she　ran　away。　　Up　to　that　point　you　had　nothing　to　do　with　it。　　Since　then　her　aunt　has　spoken　to　me　in　a　tone　which　I　don’t　at　all　like。”
  “Yes；　yes！　I　am　nothing　in　it—I　am　nothing　in　it。　　You　only　trifle　with　me。　　Heaven；　what　can　I；　Eustacia　Vye；　be　made　of　to　think　so　much　of　you！”
  “Nonsense；　do　not　be　so　passionate。。。。Eustacia；　how　we　roved　among　these　bushes　last　year；　when　the　hot　days　had　got　cool；　and　the　shades　of　the　hills　kept　us　almost　invisible　in　the　hollows！”
  She　remained　in　moody　silence　till　she　said；　“Yes；　and　how　I　used　to　laugh　at　you　for　daring　to　look　up　to　me！　　But　you　have　well　made　me　suffer　for　that　since。”
  “Yes；　you　served　me　cruelly　enough　until　I　thought　I　had　found　someone　fairer　than　you。　　A　blessed　find　for　me；　Eustacia。”
  “Do　you　still　think　you　found　somebody　fairer？”
  “Sometimes　I　do；　sometimes　I　don’t。　The　scales　are　balanced　so　nicely　that　a　feather　would　turn　them。”
  “But　don’t　you　really　care　whether　I　meet　you　or　whether　I　don’t？”　she　said　slowly。
  “I　care　a　little；　but　not　enough　to　break　my　rest；”　replied　the　young　man　languidly。　　“No；　all　that’s　past。　　I　find　there　are　two　flowers　where　I　thought　there　was　only　one。　　Perhaps　there　are　three；　or　four；　or　any　number　as　good　as　the　first。。。。Mine　is　a　curious　fate。　　Who　would　have　thought　that　all　this　could　happen　to　me？”
  She　interrupted　with　a　suppressed　fire　of　which　either　love　or　anger　seemed　an　equally　possible　issue；　“Do　you　love　me　now？”
  “Who　can　say？”
  “Tell　me；　I　will　know　it！”
  “I　do；　and　I　do　not；”　said　he　mischievously。　　“That　is；　I　have　my　times　and　my　seasons。　　One　moment　you　are　too　tall；　another　moment　you　are　too　do…nothing；　another　too　melancholy；　another　too　dark；　another　I　don’t　know　what；　except—that　you　are　not　the　whole　world　to　me　that　you　used　to　be；　my　dear。　　But　you　are　a　pleasant　lady　to　know　and　nice　to　meet；　and　I　dare　say　as　sweet　as　ever—almost。”
  Eustacia　was　silent；　and　she　turned　from　him；　till　she　said；　in　a　voice　of　suspended　mightiness；　“I　am　for　a　walk；　and　this　is　my　way。”
  “Well；　I　can　do　worse　than　follow　you。”
  “You　know　you　can’t　do　otherwise；　for　all　your　moods　and　changes！”　she　answered　defiantly。　　“Say　what　you　will；　try　as　you　may；　keep　away　from　me　all　that　you　can—you　will　never　forget　me。　　You　will　love　me　all　your　life　long。　　You　would　jump　to　marry　me！”
  “So　I　would！”　said　Wildeve。　　“Such　strange　thoughts　as　I’ve　had　from　time　to　time；　Eustacia；　and　they　e　to　me　this　moment。　　You　hate　the　heath　as　much　as　ever；　that　I　know。”
  “I　do；”　she　murmured　deeply。　　“’Tis　my　cross；　my　shame；　and　will　be　my　death！”
  “I　abhor　it　too；”　said　he。　　“How　mournfully　the　wind　blows　round　us　now！”
  She　did　not　answer。　　Its　tone　was　indeed　solemn　and　pervasive。　　pound　utterances　addressed　themselves　to　their　senses；　and　it　was　possible　to　view　by　ear　the　features　of　the　neighbourhood。　　Acoustic　pictures　were　returned　from　the　darkened　scenery；　they　could　hear　where　the　tracts　of　heather　began　and　ended；　where　the　furze　was　growing　stalky　and　tall；　where　it　had　been　recently　cut；　in　what　direction　the　fir…clump　lay；　and　how　near　was　the　pit　in　which　the　hollies　grew；　for　these　differing　features　had　their　voices　no　less　than　their　shapes　and　colours。
  “God；　how　lonely　it　is！”　resumed　Wildeve。　　“What　are　picturesque　ravines　and　mists　to　us　who　see　nothing　else？”　Why　should　we　stay　here？　　Will　you　go　with　me　to　America？
  I　have　kindred　in　Wisconsin。”
  “That　wants　consideration。”
  “It　seems　impossible　to　do　well　here；　unless　one　were　a　wild　bird　or　a　landscape…painter。　Well？”
  “Give　me　time；”　she　softly　said；　taking　his　hand。　　“America　is　so　far　away。　　Are　you　going　to　walk　with　me　a　little　way？”
  As　Eustacia　uttered　the　latter　words　she　retired　from　the　base　of　the　barrow；　and　Wildeve　followed　her；　so　that　the　reddleman　could　hear　no　more。
  He　lifted　the　turves　and　arose。　　Their　black　figures　sank　and　disappeared　from　against　the　sky。　　They　were　as　two　horns　which　the　sluggish　heath　had　put　forth　from　its　crown；　like　a　mollusc；　and　had　now　again　drawn　in。
  The　reddleman’s　walk　across　the　vale；　and　over　into　the　next　where　his　cart　lay；　was　not　sprightly　for　a　slim　young　fellow　of　twenty…four。　His　spirit　was　perturbed　to　aching。　　The　breezes　that　blew　around　his　mouth　in　that　walk　carried　off　upon　them　the　accents　of　a　mination。
  He　entered　the　van；　where　there　was　a　fire　in　a　stove。　　Without　lighting　his　candle　he　sat　down　at　once　on　the　three…legged　stool；　and　pondered　on　what　he　had　seen　and　heard　touching　that　still…loved　one　of　his。　　He　uttered　a　sound　which　was　neither　sigh　nor　sob；　but　was　even　more　indicative　than　either　of　a　troubled　mind。
  “My　Tamsie；”　he　whispered　heavily。　　“What　can　be　done？　　Yes；　I　will　see　that　Eustacia　Vye。”
  10　… A　Desperate　Attempt　at　Persuasion
  The　next　morning；　at　the　time　when　the　height　of　the　sun　appeared　very　insignificant　from　any　part　of　the　heath　as　pared　with　the　altitude　of　Rainbarrow；　and　when　all　the　little　hills　in　the　lower　levels　were　like　an　archipelago　in　a　fog…formed　Aegean；　the　reddleman　came　from　the　brambled　nook　which　he　had　adopted　as　his　quarters　and　ascended　the　slopes　of　Mistover　Knap。
  Though　these　shaggy　hills　were　apparently　so　solitary；　several　keen　round　eyes　were　always　ready　on　such　a　wintry　morning　as　this　to　converge　upon　a　passer…by。　　Feathered　species　sojourned　here　in　hiding　which　would　have　created　wonder　if　found　elsewhere。　　A　bustard　haunted　the　spot；　and　not　many　years　before　this　five　and　twenty　might　have　been　seen　in　Egdon　at　one　time。　　Marsh…harriers　looked　up　from　the　valley　by　Wildeve’s。　　A　cream…coloured　courser　had　used　to　visit　this　hill；　a　bird　so　rare　that　not　more　than　a　dozen　have　ever　been　seen　in　England；　but　a　barbarian　rested　neither　night　nor　day　till　he　had　shot　the　African　truant；　and　after　that　event　cream…coloured　coursers　thought　fit　to　enter　Egdon　no　more。
  A　traveller　who　should　walk　and　observe　any　of　these　visitants　as　Venn　observed　them　now　could　feel　himself　to　be　in　direct　munication　with　regions　unknown　to　man。　　Here　in　front　of　him　was　a　wild　mallard—just　arrived　from　the　home　of　the　north　wind。　　The　creature　brought　within　him　an　amplitude　of　Northern　knowledge。　　Glacial　catastrophes；　snowstorm　episodes；　glittering　auroral　effects；　Polaris　in　the　zenith；　Franklin　underfoot—the　category　of　his　monplaces　was　wonderful。　　But　the　bird；　like　many　other　philosophers；　seemed　as　he　looked　at　the　reddleman　to　think　that　a　present　moment　of　fortable　reality　was　worth　a　decade　of　memories。
  Venn　passed　on　through　these　towards　the　house　of　the　isolated　beauty　who　lived　up　among　them　and　despised　them。　　The　day　was　Sunday；　but　as　going　to　church；　except　to　be　married　or　buried；　was　exceptional　at　Egdon；　this　made　little　difference。　　He　had　determined　upon　the　bold　stroke　of　asking　for　an　interview　with　Miss　Vye—to　attack　her　position　as　Thomasin’s　rival　either　by　art　or　by　storm；　showing　therein；　somewhat　too　conspicuously；　the　want　of　gallantry　characteristic　of　a　certain　astute　sort　of　men；　from　clowns　to　kings。　　The　great　Frederick　making　war　on　the　beautiful　Archduchess；　Napoleon　refusing　terms　to　the　beautiful　Queen　of　Prussia；　were　not　more　dead　to　difference　of　sex　than　the　reddleman　was；　in　his　peculiar　way；　in　planning　the　displacement　of　Eustacia。
  To　call　at　the　captain’s　cottage　was　always　more　or　less　an　undertaking　for　the　inferior　inhabitants。　　Though　occasionally　chatty；　his　moods　were　erratic；　and　nobody　could　be　certain　how　he　would　behave　at　any　particular　moment。　　Eustacia　was　reserved；　and　lived　very　much　to　herself。　　Except　the　daughter　of　one　of　the　cotters；　who　was　their　servant；　and　a　lad　who　worked　in　the　garden　and　stable；　scarcely　anyone　but　themselves　ever　entered　the　house。　　They　were　the　only　genteel　people　of　the　district　except　the　Yeobrights；　and　though　far　from　rich；　they　did　not　feel　that　necessity　for　preserving　a　friendly　face　towards　every　man；　bird；　and　beast　which　influenced　their　poorer　neighbours。
  When　the　reddleman　entered　the　garden　the　old　man　was　looking　through　his　glass　at　the　stain　of　blue　sea　in　the　distant　landscape；　the　little　anchors　on　his　buttons　twinkling　in　the　sun。　　He　recognized　Venn　as　his　panion　on　the　highway；　but　made　no　remark　on　that　circumstance；　merely　saying；　“Ah；　reddleman—you　here？　　Have　a　glass　of　grog？”
  Venn　declined；　on　the　plea　of　it　being　too　early；　and　stated　that　his　business　was　with　Miss　Vye。　　The　captain　surveyed　him　from　cap　to　waistcoat　and　from　waistcoat　to　leggings　for　a　few　moments；　and　finally　asked　him　to　go　indoors。
  Miss　Vye　was　not　to　be　seen　by　anybody　just　then；　and　the　reddleman　waited　in　the　window…bench　of　the　kitchen；　his　hands　hanging　across　his　divergent　knees；　and　his　cap　hanging　from　his　hands。
  “I　suppose　the　young　lady　is　not　up　yet？”　he　presently　said　to　the　servant。
  “Not　quite　yet。　　Folks　never　call　upon　ladies　at　this　time　of　day。”
  “Then　I’ll　step　outside；”　said　Venn。　　“If　she　is　willing　to　see　me；　will　she　please　send　out　word；　and　I’ll　e　in。”
  The　reddleman　left　the　house　and　loitered　o