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As
soon
as
he
had
recovered
the
power
of
respiration
he
sat
up
and
listened
.
There
was
not
a
sound
in
the
gloom
beyond
the
spiritless
stir
of
the
summer
wind
.
Feeling
about
for
the
obstacle
which
had
flung
him
down
,
he
discovered
that
two
tufts
of
heath
had
been
tied
together
across
the
path
,
forming
a
loop
,
which
to
a
traveller
was
certain
overthrow
.
Wildeve
pulled
off
the
string
that
bound
them
,
and
went
on
with
tolerable
quickness
.
On
reaching
home
he
found
the
cord
to
be
of
a
reddish
colour
.
It
was
just
what
he
had
expected
.
Although
his
weaknesses
were
not
specially
those
akin
to
physical
fear
,
this
species
of
coup
-
de
-
Jarnac
from
one
he
knew
too
well
troubled
the
mind
of
Wildeve
.
But
his
movements
were
unaltered
thereby
.
A
night
or
two
later
he
again
went
along
the
vale
to
Alderworth
,
taking
the
precaution
of
keeping
out
of
any
path
.
The
sense
that
he
was
watched
,
that
craft
was
employed
to
circumvent
his
errant
tastes
,
added
piquancy
to
a
journey
so
entirely
sentimental
,
so
long
as
the
danger
was
of
no
fearful
sort
.
He
imagined
that
Venn
and
Mrs
.
Yeobright
were
in
league
,
and
felt
that
there
was
a
certain
legitimacy
in
combating
such
a
coalition
.
The
heath
tonight
appeared
to
be
totally
deserted
;
and
Wildeve
,
after
looking
over
Eustacia
’
s
garden
gate
for
some
little
time
,
with
a
cigar
in
his
mouth
,
was
tempted
by
the
fascination
that
emotional
smuggling
had
for
his
nature
to
advance
towards
the
window
,
which
was
not
quite
closed
,
the
blind
being
only
partly
drawn
down
.
He
could
see
into
the
room
,
and
Eustacia
was
sitting
there
alone
.
Wildeve
contemplated
her
for
a
minute
,
and
then
retreating
into
the
heath
beat
the
ferns
lightly
,
whereupon
moths
flew
out
alarmed
.
Securing
one
,
he
returned
to
the
window
,
and
holding
the
moth
to
the
chink
,
opened
his
hand
.
The
moth
made
towards
the
candle
upon
Eustacia
’
s
table
,
hovered
round
it
two
or
three
times
,
and
flew
into
the
flame
.
Eustacia
started
up
.
This
had
been
a
well
-
known
signal
in
old
times
when
Wildeve
had
used
to
come
secretly
wooing
to
Mistover
.
She
at
once
knew
that
Wildeve
was
outside
,
but
before
she
could
consider
what
to
do
her
husband
came
in
from
upstairs
.
Eustacia
’
s
face
burnt
crimson
at
the
unexpected
collision
of
incidents
,
and
filled
it
with
an
animation
that
it
too
frequently
lacked
.
“
You
have
a
very
high
colour
,
dearest
,
”
said
Yeobright
,
when
he
came
close
enough
to
see
it
.
“
Your
appearance
would
be
no
worse
if
it
were
always
so
.
”
“
I
am
warm
,
”
said
Eustacia
.
“
I
think
I
will
go
into
the
air
for
a
few
minutes
.
”
“
Shall
I
go
with
you
?
”
“
O
no
.
I
am
only
going
to
the
gate
.
”
She
arose
,
but
before
she
had
time
to
get
out
of
the
room
a
loud
rapping
began
upon
the
front
door
.
“
I
’
ll
go
—
I
’
ll
go
,
”
said
Eustacia
in
an
unusually
quick
tone
for
her
;
and
she
glanced
eagerly
towards
the
window
whence
the
moth
had
flown
;
but
nothing
appeared
there
.
