ng　pany…keeper　to　read　and　sing　to　her；　but　can’t　get　one　to　her　mind　to　save　her　life；　though　she’ve　advertised　in　the　papers；　and　tried　half　a　dozen。　　She　would　jump　to　get　you；　and　Uncle　would　make　it　all　easy。”
  “I　should　have　to　work；　perhaps？”
  “No；　not　real　work—you’d　have　a　little　to　do；　such　as　reading　and　that。　　You　would　not　be　wanted　till　New　Year’s　Day。”
  “I　knew　it　meant　work；”　she　said；　drooping　to　languor　again。
  “I　confess　there　would　be　a　trifle　to　do　in　the　way　of　amusing　her；　but　though　idle　people　might　call　it　work；　working　people　would　call　it　play。　　Think　of　the　pany　and　the　life　you’d　lead；　miss；　the　gaiety　you’d　see；　and　the　gentleman　you’d　marry。　　My　uncle　is　to　inquire　for　a　trustworthy　young　lady　from　the　country；　as　she　don’t　like　town　girls。”
  “It　is　to　wear　myself　out　to　please　her！　and　I　won’t　go。　　O；　if　I　could　live　in　a　gay　town　as　a　lady　should；　and　go　my　own　ways；　and　do　my　own　doings；　I’d　give　the　wrinkled　half　of　my　life！　Yes；　reddleman；　that　would　I。”
  “Help　me　to　get　Thomasin　happy；　miss；　and　the　chance　shall　be　yours；”　urged　her　panion。
  “Chance—‘tis　no　chance；”　she　said　proudly。　　“What　can　a　poor　man　like　you　offer　me；　indeed？I　am　going　indoors。　　I　have　nothing　more　to　say。　　Don’t　your　horses　want　feeding；　or　your　reddlebags　want　mending；　or　don’t　you　want　to　find　buyers　for　your　goods；　that　you　stay　idling　here　like　this？”
  Venn　spoke　not　another　word。　　With　his　hands　behind　him　he　turned　away；　that　she　might　not　see　the　hopeless　disappointment　in　his　face。　　The　mental　clearness　and　power　he　had　found　in　this　lonely　girl　had　indeed　filled　his　manner　with　misgiving　even　from　the　first　few　minutes　of　close　quarters　with　her。　　Her　youth　and　situation　had　led　him　to　expect　a　simplicity　quite　at　the　beck　of　his　method。　　But　a　system　of　inducement　which　might　have　carried　weaker　country　lasses　along　with　it　had　merely　repelled　Eustacia。　　As　a　rule；　the　word　Budmouth　meant　fascination　on　Egdon。　　That　Royal　port　and　watering　place；　if　truly　mirrored　in　the　minds　of　the　heathfolk；　must　have　bined；　in　a　charming　and　indescribable　manner　a　Carthaginian　bustle　of　building　with　Tarentine　luxuriousness　and　Baian　health　and　beauty。　　Eustacia　felt　little　less　extravagantly　about　the　place；　but　she　would　not　sink　her　independence　to　get　there。
  When　Diggory　Venn　had　gone　quite　away；　Eustacia　walked　to　the　bank　and　looked　down　the　wild　and　picturesque　vale　towards　the　sun；　which　was　also　in　the　direction　of　Wildeve’s。　The　mist　had　now　so　far　collapsed　that　the　tips　of　the　trees　and　bushes　around　his　house　could　just　be　discerned；　as　if　boring　upwards　through　a　vast　white　cobweb　which　cloaked　them　from　the　day。　　There　was　no　doubt　that　her　mind　was　inclined　thitherward；　indefinitely；　fancifully—twining　and　untwining　about　him　as　the　single　object　within　her　horizon　on　which　dreams　might　crystallize。　　The　man　who　had　begun　by　being　merely　her　amusement；　and　would　never　have　been　more　than　her　hobby　but　for　his　skill　in　deserting　her　at　the　right　moments；　was　now　again　her　desire。　　Cessation　in　his　love…making　had　revivified　her　love。　　Such　feeling　as　Eustacia　had　idly　given　to　Wildeve　was　dammed　into　a　flood　by　Thomasin。　　She　had　used　to　tease　Wildeve；　but　that　was　before　another　had　favoured　him。　　Often　a　drop　of　irony　into　an　indifferent　situation　renders　the　whole　piquant。
  “I　will　never　give　him　up—never！”　she　said　impetuously。
  The　reddleman’s　hint　that　rumour　might　show　her　to　disadvantage　had　no　permanent　terror　for　Eustacia。　　She　was　as　unconcerned　at　that　contingency　as　a　goddess　at　a　lack　of　linen。　　This　did　not　originate　in　inherent　shamelessness；　but　in　her　living　too　far　from　the　world　to　feel　the　impact　of　public　opinion。　　Zenobia　in　the　desert　could　hardly　have　cared　what　was　said　about　her　at　Rome。　　As　far　as　social　ethics　were　concerned　Eustacia　approached　the　savage　state；　though　in　emotion　she　was　all　the　while　an　epicure。　　She　had　advanced　to　the　secret　recesses　of　sensuousness；　yet　had　hardly　crossed　the　threshold　of　conventionality。
  11　… The　Dishonesty　of　an　Honest　Woman
  The　reddleman　had　left　Eustacia’s　presence　with　desponding　views　on　Thomasin’s　future　happiness；　but　he　was　awakened　to　the　fact　that　one　other　channel　remained　untried　by　seeing；　as　he　followed　the　way　to　his　van；　the　form　of　Mrs。　Yeobright　slowly　walking　towards　the　Quiet　Woman。　　He　went　across　to　her；　and　could　almost　perceive　in　her　anxious　face　that　this　journey　of　hers　to　Wildeve　was　undertaken　with　the　same　object　as　his　own　to　Eustacia。
  She　did　not　conceal　the　fact。　　“Then；”　said　the　reddleman；　“you　may　as　well　leave　it　alone；　Mrs。　Yeobright。”
  “I　half　think　so　myself；”　she　said。　　“But　nothing　else　remains　to　be　done　besides　pressing　the　question　upon　him。”
  “I　should　like　to　say　a　word　first；”　said　Venn　firmly。　　“Mr。　Wildeve　is　not　the　only　man　who　has　asked　Thomasin　to　marry　him；　and　why　should　not　another　have　a　chance？　　Mrs。　Yeobright；　I　should　be　glad　to　marry　your　niece。　　and　would　have　done　it　any　time　these　last　two　years。　　There；　now　it　is　out；　and　I　have　never　told　anybody　before　but　herself。”
  Mrs。　Yeobright　was　not　demonstrative；　but　her　eyes　involuntarily　glanced　towards　his　singular　though　shapely　figure。
  “Looks　are　not　everything；”　said　the　reddleman；　noticing　the　glance。　　“There’s　many　a　calling　that　don’t　bring　in　so　much　as　mine；　if　it　es　to　money；　and　perhaps　I　am　not　so　much　worse　off　than　Wildeve。　　There　is　nobody　so　poor　as　these　professional　fellows　who　have　failed；　and　if　you　shouldn’t　like　my　redness—well；　I　am　not　red　by　birth；　you　know；　I　only　took　to　this　business　for　a　freak；　and　I　might　turn　my　hand　to　something　else　in　good　time。”
  “I　am　much　obliged　to　you　for　your　interest　in　my　niece；　but　I　fear　there　would　be　objections。　　More　than　that；　she　is　devoted　to　this　man。”
  “True；　or　I　shouldn’t　have　done　what　I　have　this　morning。”
  “Otherwise　there　would　be　no　pain　in　the　case；　and　you　would　not　see　me　going　to　his　house　now。　　What　was　Thomasin’s　answer　when　you　told　her　of　your　feelings？”
  “She　wrote　that　you　would　object　to　me；　and　other　things。”
  “She　was　in　a　measure　right。　　You　must　not　take　this　unkindly—I　merely　state　it　as　a　truth。　　You　have　been　good　to　her；　and　we　do　not　forget　it。　　But　as　she　was　unwilling　on　her　own　account　to　be　your　wife；　that　settles　the　point　without　my　wishes　being　concerned。”
  “Yes。　But　there　is　a　difference　between　then　and　now；　ma’am。　She　is　distressed　now；　and　I　have　thought　that　if　you　were　to　talk　to　her　about　me；　and　think　favourably　of　me　yourself；　there　might　be　a　chance　of　winning　her　round；　and　getting　her　quite　independent　of　this　Wildeve’s　backward　and　forward　play；　and　his　not　knowing　whether　he’ll　have　her　or　no。”
  Mrs。　Yeobright　shook　her　head。　　“Thomasin　thinks；　and　I　think　with　her；　that　she　ought　to　be　Wildeve’s　wife；　if　she　means　to　appear　before　the　world　without　a　slur　upon　her　name。　　If　they　marry　soon；　everybody　will　believe　that　an　accident　did　really　prevent　the　wedding。　　If　not；　it　may　cast　a　shade　upon　her　character—at　any　rate　make　her　ridiculous。　　In　short；　if　it　is　anyhow　possible　they　must　marry　now。”
  “I　thought　that　till　half　an　hour　ago。　　But；　after　all；　why　should　her　going　off　with　him　to　Anglebury　for　a　few　hours　do　her　any　harm？　　Anybody　who　knows　how　pure　she　is　will　feel　any　such　thought　to　be　quite　unjust。　　I　have　been　trying　this　morning　to　help　on　this　marriage　with　Wildeve—yes；　I；　ma’am—in　the　belief　that　I　ought　to　do　it；　because　she　was　so　wrapped　up　in　him。　　But　I　much　question　if　I　was　right；　after　all。　　However；　nothing　came　of　it。　　And　now　I　offer　myself。”
  Mrs。　Yeobright　appeared　disinclined　to　enter　further　into　the　question。　　“I　fear　I　must　go　on；”　she　said。　　“I　do　not　see　that　anything　else　can　be　done。”
  And　she　went　on。　　But　though　this　conversation　did　not　divert　Thomasin’s　aunt　from　her　purposed　interview　with　Wildeve；　it　made　a　considerable　difference　in　her　mode　of　conducting　that　interview。　　She　thanked　God　for　the　weapon　which　the　reddleman　had　put　into　her　hands。
  Wildeve　was　at　home　when　she　reached　the　inn。　　He　showed　her　silently　into　the　parlour；　and　closed　the　door。　　Mrs。　Yeobright　began—
  “I　have　thought　it　my　duty　to　call　today。　　A　new　proposal　has　been　made　to　me；　which　has　rather　astonished　me。　　It　will　affect　Thomasin　greatly；　and　I　have　decided　that　it　should　at　least　be　mentioned　to　you。”
  “Yes？　　What　is　it？”　he　said　civilly。
  “It　is；　of　course；　in　reference　to　her　future。　　You　may　not　be　aware　that　another　man　has　shown　himself　anxious　to　marry　Thomasin。　　Now；　though　I　have　not　encouraged　him　yet；　I　cannot　conscientiously　refuse　him　a　chance　any　longer。　　I　don’t　wish　to　be　short　with　you；　but　I　must　be　fair　to　him　and　to　her。”
  “Who　is　the　man？”　said　Wildeve　with　surprise。
  “One　who　has　been　in　love　with　her　longer　than　she　has　with　you。　　He　proposed　to　her　two　years　ago。　　At　that　time　she　refused　him。”
  “Well？”
  “He　has　seen　her　lately；　and　has　asked　me　for　permission　to　pay　his　addresses　to　her。　　She　may　not　refuse　him　twice。”
  “What　is　his　name？”
  Mrs。　Yeobright　declined　to　say。　　“He　is　a　man　Thomasin　likes；”　she　added；　“and　one　whose　constancy　sh