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Fair
ones
with
long
curls
,
fair
ones
with
short
curls
,
fair
ones
with
lovelocks
,
fair
ones
with
braids
,
flew
round
and
round
;
and
a
beholder
might
well
have
wondered
how
such
a
prepossessing
set
of
young
women
of
like
size
,
age
,
and
disposition
,
could
have
been
collected
together
where
there
were
only
one
or
two
villages
to
choose
from
.
In
the
background
was
one
happy
man
dancing
by
himself
,
with
closed
eyes
,
totally
oblivious
of
all
the
rest
.
A
fire
was
burning
under
a
pollard
thorn
a
few
paces
off
,
over
which
three
kettles
hung
in
a
row
.
Hard
by
was
a
table
where
elderly
dames
prepared
tea
,
but
Eustacia
looked
among
them
in
vain
for
the
cattle
-
dealer
’
s
wife
who
had
suggested
that
she
should
come
,
and
had
promised
to
obtain
a
courteous
welcome
for
her
.
This
unexpected
absence
of
the
only
local
resident
whom
Eustacia
knew
considerably
damaged
her
scheme
for
an
afternoon
of
reckless
gaiety
.
Joining
in
became
a
matter
of
difficulty
,
notwithstanding
that
,
were
she
to
advance
,
cheerful
dames
would
come
forward
with
cups
of
tea
and
make
much
of
her
as
a
stranger
of
superior
grace
and
knowledge
to
themselves
.
Having
watched
the
company
through
the
figures
of
two
dances
,
she
decided
to
walk
a
little
further
,
to
a
cottage
where
she
might
get
some
refreshment
,
and
then
return
homeward
in
the
shady
time
of
evening
.
This
she
did
,
and
by
the
time
that
she
retraced
her
steps
towards
the
scene
of
the
gipsying
,
which
it
was
necessary
to
repass
on
her
way
to
Alderworth
,
the
sun
was
going
down
.
The
air
was
now
so
still
that
she
could
hear
the
band
afar
off
,
and
it
seemed
to
be
playing
with
more
spirit
,
if
that
were
possible
,
than
when
she
had
come
away
.
On
reaching
the
hill
the
sun
had
quite
disappeared
;
but
this
made
little
difference
either
to
Eustacia
or
to
the
revellers
,
for
a
round
yellow
moon
was
rising
before
her
,
though
its
rays
had
not
yet
outmastered
those
from
the
west
.
The
dance
was
going
on
just
the
same
,
but
strangers
had
arrived
and
formed
a
ring
around
the
figure
,
so
that
Eustacia
could
stand
among
these
without
a
chance
of
being
recognized
.
A
whole
village
-
full
of
sensuous
emotion
,
scattered
abroad
all
the
year
long
,
surged
here
in
a
focus
for
an
hour
.
The
forty
hearts
of
those
waving
couples
were
beating
as
they
had
not
done
since
,
twelve
months
before
,
they
had
come
together
in
similar
jollity
.
For
the
time
paganism
was
revived
in
their
hearts
,
the
pride
of
life
was
all
in
all
,
and
they
adored
none
other
than
themselves
.
How
many
of
those
impassioned
but
temporary
embraces
were
destined
to
become
perpetual
was
possibly
the
wonder
of
some
of
those
who
indulged
in
them
,
as
well
as
of
Eustacia
who
looked
on
.
She
began
to
envy
those
pirouetters
,
to
hunger
for
the
hope
and
happiness
which
the
fascination
of
the
dance
seemed
to
engender
within
them
.
Desperately
fond
of
dancing
herself
,
one
of
Eustacia
’
s
expectations
of
Paris
had
been
the
opportunity
it
might
afford
her
of
indulgence
in
this
favourite
pastime
.
Unhappily
,
that
expectation
was
now
extinct
within
her
for
ever
.
Whilst
she
abstractedly
watched
them
spinning
and
fluctuating
in
the
increasing
moonlight
she
suddenly
heard
her
name
whispered
by
a
voice
over
her
shoulder
.
Turning
in
surprise
,
she
beheld
at
her
elbow
one
whose
presence
instantly
caused
her
to
flush
to
the
temples
.
It
was
Wildeve
.
Till
this
moment
he
had
not
met
her
eye
since
the
morning
of
his
marriage
,
when
she
had
been
loitering
in
the
church
,
and
had
startled
him
by
lifting
her
veil
and
coming
forward
to
sign
the
register
as
witness
.
Yet
why
the
sight
of
him
should
have
instigated
that
sudden
rush
of
blood
she
could
not
tell
.
Before
she
could
speak
he
whispered
,
“
Do
you
like
dancing
as
much
as
ever
?
”
“
I
think
I
do
,
”
she
replied
in
a
low
voice
.
