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The
July
sun
shone
over
Egdon
and
fired
its
crimson
heather
to
scarlet
.
It
was
the
one
season
of
the
year
,
and
the
one
weather
of
the
season
,
in
which
the
heath
was
gorgeous
.
This
flowering
period
represented
the
second
or
noontide
division
in
the
cycle
of
those
superficial
changes
which
alone
were
possible
here
;
it
followed
the
green
or
young
-
fern
period
,
representing
the
morn
,
and
preceded
the
brown
period
,
when
the
heathbells
and
ferns
would
wear
the
russet
tinges
of
evening
;
to
be
in
turn
displaced
by
the
dark
hue
of
the
winter
period
,
representing
night
.
Clym
and
Eustacia
,
in
their
little
house
at
Alderworth
,
beyond
East
Egdon
,
were
living
on
with
a
monotony
which
was
delightful
to
them
.
The
heath
and
changes
of
weather
were
quite
blotted
out
from
their
eyes
for
the
present
.
They
were
enclosed
in
a
sort
of
luminous
mist
,
which
hid
from
them
surroundings
of
any
inharmonious
colour
,
and
gave
to
all
things
the
character
of
light
.
When
it
rained
they
were
charmed
,
because
they
could
remain
indoors
together
all
day
with
such
a
show
of
reason
;
when
it
was
fine
they
were
charmed
,
because
they
could
sit
together
on
the
hills
.
They
were
like
those
double
stars
which
revolve
round
and
round
each
other
,
and
from
a
distance
appear
to
be
one
.
The
absolute
solitude
in
which
they
lived
intensified
their
reciprocal
thoughts
;
yet
some
might
have
said
that
it
had
the
disadvantage
of
consuming
their
mutual
affections
at
a
fearfully
prodigal
rate
.
Yeobright
did
not
fear
for
his
own
part
;
but
recollection
of
Eustacia
’
s
old
speech
about
the
evanescence
of
love
,
now
apparently
forgotten
by
her
,
sometimes
caused
him
to
ask
himself
a
question
;
and
he
recoiled
at
the
thought
that
the
quality
of
finiteness
was
not
foreign
to
Eden
.
When
three
or
four
weeks
had
been
passed
thus
,
Yeobright
resumed
his
reading
in
earnest
.
To
make
up
for
lost
time
he
studied
indefatigably
,
for
he
wished
to
enter
his
new
profession
with
the
least
possible
delay
.
Now
,
Eustacia
’
s
dream
had
always
been
that
,
once
married
to
Clym
,
she
would
have
the
power
of
inducing
him
to
return
to
Paris
.
He
had
carefully
withheld
all
promise
to
do
so
;
but
would
he
be
proof
against
her
coaxing
and
argument
?
She
had
calculated
to
such
a
degree
on
the
probability
of
success
that
she
had
represented
Paris
,
and
not
Budmouth
,
to
her
grandfather
as
in
all
likelihood
their
future
home
.
Her
hopes
were
bound
up
in
this
dream
.
In
the
quiet
days
since
their
marriage
,
when
Yeobright
had
been
poring
over
her
lips
,
her
eyes
,
and
the
lines
of
her
face
,
she
had
mused
and
mused
on
the
subject
,
even
while
in
the
act
of
returning
his
gaze
;
and
now
the
sight
of
the
books
,
indicating
a
future
which
was
antagonistic
to
her
dream
,
struck
her
with
a
positively
painful
jar
.
She
was
hoping
for
the
time
when
,
as
the
mistress
of
some
pretty
establishment
,
however
small
,
near
a
Parisian
Boulevard
,
she
would
be
passing
her
days
on
the
skirts
at
least
of
the
gay
world
,
and
catching
stray
wafts
from
those
town
pleasures
she
was
so
well
fitted
to
enjoy
.
Yet
Yeobright
was
as
firm
in
the
contrary
intention
as
if
the
tendency
of
marriage
were
rather
to
develop
the
fantasies
of
young
philanthropy
than
to
sweep
them
away
.
Her
anxiety
reached
a
high
pitch
;
but
there
was
something
in
Clym
’
s
undeviating
manner
which
made
her
hesitate
before
sounding
him
on
the
subject
.
At
this
point
in
their
experience
,
however
,
an
incident
helped
her
.
It
occurred
one
evening
about
six
weeks
after
their
union
,
and
arose
entirely
out
of
the
unconscious
misapplication
of
Venn
of
the
fifty
guineas
intended
for
Yeobright
.
A
day
or
two
after
the
receipt
of
the
money
Thomasin
had
sent
a
note
to
her
aunt
to
thank
her
.
She
had
been
surprised
at
the
largeness
of
the
amount
;
but
as
no
sum
had
ever
been
mentioned
she
set
that
down
to
her
late
uncle
’
s
generosity
.
She
had
been
strictly
charged
by
her
aunt
to
say
nothing
to
her
husband
of
this
gift
;
and
Wildeve
,
as
was
natural
enough
,
had
not
brought
himself
to
mention
to
his
wife
a
single
particular
of
the
midnight
scene
in
the
heath
.
Christian
’
s
terror
,
in
like
manner
,
had
tied
his
tongue
on
the
share
he
took
in
that
proceeding
;
and
hoping
that
by
some
means
or
other
the
money
had
gone
to
its
proper
destination
,
he
simply
asserted
as
much
,
without
giving
details
.
Therefore
,
when
a
week
or
two
had
passed
away
,
Mrs
.
Yeobright
began
to
wonder
why
she
never
heard
from
her
son
of
the
receipt
of
the
present
;
and
to
add
gloom
to
her
perplexity
came
the
possibility
that
resentment
might
be
the
cause
of
his
silence
.
She
could
hardly
believe
as
much
,
but
why
did
he
not
write
?
She
questioned
Christian
,
and
the
confusion
in
his
answers
would
at
once
have
led
her
to
believe
that
something
was
wrong
,
had
not
one
-
half
of
his
story
been
corroborated
by
Thomasin
’
s
note
.
