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“
You
had
better
not
at
this
time
of
the
evening
,
”
he
said
.
Clym
stepped
before
her
into
the
passage
,
and
Eustacia
waited
,
her
somnolent
manner
covering
her
inner
heat
and
agitation
.
She
listened
,
and
Clym
opened
the
door
.
No
words
were
uttered
outside
,
and
presently
he
closed
it
and
came
back
,
saying
,
“
Nobody
was
there
.
I
wonder
what
that
could
have
meant
?
”
He
was
left
to
wonder
during
the
rest
of
the
evening
,
for
no
explanation
offered
itself
,
and
Eustacia
said
nothing
,
the
additional
fact
that
she
knew
of
only
adding
more
mystery
to
the
performance
.
Meanwhile
a
little
drama
had
been
acted
outside
which
saved
Eustacia
from
all
possibility
of
compromising
herself
that
evening
at
least
.
Whilst
Wildeve
had
been
preparing
his
moth
-
signal
another
person
had
come
behind
him
up
to
the
gate
.
This
man
,
who
carried
a
gun
in
his
hand
,
looked
on
for
a
moment
at
the
other
’
s
operation
by
the
window
,
walked
up
to
the
house
,
knocked
at
the
door
,
and
then
vanished
round
the
corner
and
over
the
hedge
.
“
Damn
him
!
”
said
Wildeve
.
“
He
has
been
watching
me
again
.
”
As
his
signal
had
been
rendered
futile
by
this
uproarious
rapping
Wildeve
withdrew
,
passed
out
at
the
gate
,
and
walked
quickly
down
the
path
without
thinking
of
anything
except
getting
away
unnoticed
.
Halfway
down
the
hill
the
path
ran
near
a
knot
of
stunted
hollies
,
which
in
the
general
darkness
of
the
scene
stood
as
the
pupil
in
a
black
eye
.
When
Wildeve
reached
this
point
a
report
startled
his
ear
,
and
a
few
spent
gunshots
fell
among
the
leaves
around
him
.
There
was
no
doubt
that
he
himself
was
the
cause
of
that
gun
’
s
discharge
;
and
he
rushed
into
the
clump
of
hollies
,
beating
the
bushes
furiously
with
his
stick
;
but
nobody
was
there
.
This
attack
was
a
more
serious
matter
than
the
last
,
and
it
was
some
time
before
Wildeve
recovered
his
equanimity
.
A
new
and
most
unpleasant
system
of
menace
had
begun
,
and
the
intent
appeared
to
be
to
do
him
grievous
bodily
harm
.
Wildeve
had
looked
upon
Venn
’
s
first
attempt
as
a
species
of
horseplay
,
which
the
reddleman
had
indulged
in
for
want
of
knowing
better
;
but
now
the
boundary
line
was
passed
which
divides
the
annoying
from
the
perilous
.
Had
Wildeve
known
how
thoroughly
in
earnest
Venn
had
become
he
might
have
been
still
more
alarmed
.
The
reddleman
had
been
almost
exasperated
by
the
sight
of
Wildeve
outside
Clym
’
s
house
,
and
he
was
prepared
to
go
to
any
lengths
short
of
absolutely
shooting
him
,
to
terrify
the
young
innkeeper
out
of
his
recalcitrant
impulses
.
The
doubtful
legitimacy
of
such
rough
coercion
did
not
disturb
the
mind
of
Venn
.
It
troubles
few
such
minds
in
such
cases
,
and
sometimes
this
is
not
to
be
regretted
.
From
the
impeachment
of
Strafford
to
Farmer
Lynch
’
s
short
way
with
the
scamps
of
Virginia
there
have
been
many
triumphs
of
justice
which
are
mockeries
of
law
.
About
half
a
mile
below
Clym
’
s
secluded
dwelling
lay
a
hamlet
where
lived
one
of
the
two
constables
who
preserved
the
peace
in
the
parish
of
Alderworth
,
and
Wildeve
went
straight
to
the
constable
’
s
cottage
.
