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“
Can
you
ask
that
?
”
“
I
suppose
you
think
to
serve
Thomasin
in
some
way
by
it
.
Are
you
as
anxious
as
ever
to
help
on
her
marriage
?
”
Venn
was
a
little
moved
.
“
I
would
sooner
have
married
her
myself
,
”
he
said
in
a
low
voice
.
“
But
what
I
feel
is
that
if
she
cannot
be
happy
without
him
I
will
do
my
duty
in
helping
her
to
get
him
,
as
a
man
ought
.
”
Eustacia
looked
curiously
at
the
singular
man
who
spoke
thus
.
What
a
strange
sort
of
love
,
to
be
entirely
free
from
that
quality
of
selfishness
which
is
frequently
the
chief
constituent
of
the
passion
,
and
sometimes
its
only
one
!
The
reddleman
’
s
disinterestedness
was
so
well
deserving
of
respect
that
it
overshot
respect
by
being
barely
comprehended
;
and
she
almost
thought
it
absurd
.
“
Then
we
are
both
of
one
mind
at
last
,
”
she
said
.
“
Yes
,
”
replied
Venn
gloomily
.
“
But
if
you
would
tell
me
,
miss
,
why
you
take
such
an
interest
in
her
,
I
should
be
easier
.
It
is
so
sudden
and
strange
.
”
Eustacia
appeared
at
a
loss
.
“
I
cannot
tell
you
that
,
reddleman
,
”
she
said
coldly
.
Venn
said
no
more
.
He
pocketed
the
letter
,
and
,
bowing
to
Eustacia
,
went
away
.
Rainbarrow
had
again
become
blended
with
night
when
Wildeve
ascended
the
long
acclivity
at
its
base
.
On
his
reaching
the
top
a
shape
grew
up
from
the
earth
immediately
behind
him
.
It
was
that
of
Eustacia
’
s
emissary
.
He
slapped
Wildeve
on
the
shoulder
.
The
feverish
young
inn
-
keeper
and
ex
-
engineer
started
like
Satan
at
the
touch
of
Ithuriel
’
s
spear
.
