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The
heat
flew
to
Eustacia
’
s
head
and
cheeks
.
She
instantly
guessed
that
Clym
,
having
been
home
only
these
two
or
three
days
,
had
not
as
yet
been
made
acquainted
with
Thomasin
’
s
painful
situation
with
regard
to
Wildeve
;
and
seeing
her
living
there
just
as
she
had
been
living
before
he
left
home
,
he
naturally
suspected
nothing
.
Eustacia
felt
a
wild
jealousy
of
Thomasin
on
the
instant
.
Though
Thomasin
might
possibly
have
tender
sentiments
towards
another
man
as
yet
,
how
long
could
they
be
expected
to
last
when
she
was
shut
up
here
with
this
interesting
and
travelled
cousin
of
hers
?
There
was
no
knowing
what
affection
might
not
soon
break
out
between
the
two
,
so
constantly
in
each
other
’
s
society
,
and
not
a
distracting
object
near
.
Clym
’
s
boyish
love
for
her
might
have
languished
,
but
it
might
easily
be
revived
again
.
Eustacia
was
nettled
by
her
own
contrivances
.
What
a
sheer
waste
of
herself
to
be
dressed
thus
while
another
was
shining
to
advantage
!
Had
she
known
the
full
effect
of
the
encounter
she
would
have
moved
heaven
and
earth
to
get
here
in
a
natural
manner
.
The
power
of
her
face
all
lost
,
the
charm
of
her
emotions
all
disguised
,
the
fascinations
of
her
coquetry
denied
existence
,
nothing
but
a
voice
left
to
her
;
she
had
a
sense
of
the
doom
of
Echo
.
“
Nobody
here
respects
me
,
”
she
said
.
She
had
overlooked
the
fact
that
,
in
coming
as
a
boy
among
other
boys
,
she
would
be
treated
as
a
boy
.
The
slight
,
though
of
her
own
causing
,
and
self
-
explanatory
,
she
was
unable
to
dismiss
as
unwittingly
shown
,
so
sensitive
had
the
situation
made
her
.
Women
have
done
much
for
themselves
in
histrionic
dress
.
To
look
far
below
those
who
,
like
a
certain
fair
personator
of
Polly
Peachum
early
in
the
last
century
,
and
another
of
Lydia
Languish
early
in
this
,
(
1
)
have
won
not
only
love
but
ducal
coronets
into
the
bargain
,
whole
shoals
of
them
have
reached
to
the
initial
satisfaction
of
getting
love
almost
whence
they
would
.
But
the
Turkish
Knight
was
denied
even
the
chance
of
achieving
this
by
the
fluttering
ribbons
which
she
dared
not
brush
aside
.
(
1
)
Written
in
1877
.
Yeobright
returned
to
the
room
without
his
cousin
.
When
within
two
or
three
feet
of
Eustacia
he
stopped
,
as
if
again
arrested
by
a
thought
.
He
was
gazing
at
her
.
She
looked
another
way
,
disconcerted
,
and
wondered
how
long
this
purgatory
was
to
last
.
After
lingering
a
few
seconds
he
passed
on
again
.
To
court
their
own
discomfiture
by
love
is
a
common
instinct
with
certain
perfervid
women
.
Conflicting
sensations
of
love
,
fear
,
and
shame
reduced
Eustacia
to
a
state
of
the
utmost
uneasiness
.
To
escape
was
her
great
and
immediate
desire
.
The
other
mummers
appeared
to
be
in
no
hurry
to
leave
;
and
murmuring
to
the
lad
who
sat
next
to
her
that
she
preferred
waiting
for
them
outside
the
house
,
she
moved
to
the
door
as
imperceptibly
as
possible
,
opened
it
,
and
slipped
out
.
The
calm
,
lone
scene
reassured
her
.
She
went
forward
to
the
palings
and
leant
over
them
,
looking
at
the
moon
.
She
had
stood
thus
but
a
little
time
when
the
door
again
opened
.
Expecting
to
see
the
remainder
of
the
band
Eustacia
turned
;
but
no
—
Clym
Yeobright
came
out
as
softly
as
she
had
done
,
and
closed
the
door
behind
him
.
He
advanced
and
stood
beside
her
.
“
I
have
an
odd
opinion
,
”
he
said
,
“
and
should
like
to
ask
you
a
question
.
Are
you
a
woman
—
or
am
I
wrong
?
”
