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When
the
farmers
who
had
wished
to
buy
in
a
new
stock
of
reddle
during
the
last
month
had
inquired
where
Venn
was
to
be
found
,
people
replied
,
“
On
Egdon
Heath
.
”
Day
after
day
the
answer
was
the
same
.
Now
,
since
Egdon
was
populated
with
heath
-
croppers
and
furze
-
cutters
rather
than
with
sheep
and
shepherds
,
and
the
downs
where
most
of
the
latter
were
to
be
found
lay
some
to
the
north
,
some
to
the
west
of
Egdon
,
his
reason
for
camping
about
there
like
Israel
in
Zin
was
not
apparent
.
The
position
was
central
and
occasionally
desirable
.
But
the
sale
of
reddle
was
not
Diggory
’
s
primary
object
in
remaining
on
the
heath
,
particularly
at
so
late
a
period
of
the
year
,
when
most
travellers
of
his
class
had
gone
into
winter
quarters
.
Eustacia
looked
at
the
lonely
man
.
Wildeve
had
told
her
at
their
last
meeting
that
Venn
had
been
thrust
forward
by
Mrs
.
Yeobright
as
one
ready
and
anxious
to
take
his
place
as
Thomasin
’
s
betrothed
.
His
figure
was
perfect
,
his
face
young
and
well
outlined
,
his
eye
bright
,
his
intelligence
keen
,
and
his
position
one
which
he
could
readily
better
if
he
chose
.
But
in
spite
of
possibilities
it
was
not
likely
that
Thomasin
would
accept
this
Ishmaelitish
creature
while
she
had
a
cousin
like
Yeobright
at
her
elbow
,
and
Wildeve
at
the
same
time
not
absolutely
indifferent
.
Eustacia
was
not
long
in
guessing
that
poor
Mrs
.
Yeobright
,
in
her
anxiety
for
her
niece
’
s
future
,
had
mentioned
this
lover
to
stimulate
the
zeal
of
the
other
.
Eustacia
was
on
the
side
of
the
Yeobrights
now
,
and
entered
into
the
spirit
of
the
aunt
’
s
desire
.
“
Good
morning
,
miss
,
”
said
the
reddleman
,
taking
off
his
cap
of
hareskin
,
and
apparently
bearing
her
no
ill
-
will
from
recollection
of
their
last
meeting
.
“
Good
morning
,
reddleman
,
”
she
said
,
hardly
troubling
to
lift
her
heavily
shaded
eyes
to
his
.
“
I
did
not
know
you
were
so
near
.
Is
your
van
here
too
?
”
Venn
moved
his
elbow
towards
a
hollow
in
which
a
dense
brake
of
purple
-
stemmed
brambles
had
grown
to
such
vast
dimensions
as
almost
to
form
a
dell
.
Brambles
,
though
churlish
when
handled
,
are
kindly
shelter
in
early
winter
,
being
the
latest
of
the
deciduous
bushes
to
lose
their
leaves
.
The
roof
and
chimney
of
Venn
’
s
caravan
showed
behind
the
tracery
and
tangles
of
the
brake
.
“
You
remain
near
this
part
?
”
she
asked
with
more
interest
.
“
Yes
,
I
have
business
here
.
”
“
Not
altogether
the
selling
of
reddle
?
”
