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In
Mrs
.
Yeobright
’
s
garden
large
-
leaved
plants
of
a
tender
kind
flagged
by
ten
o
’
clock
in
the
morning
;
rhubarb
bent
downward
at
eleven
;
and
even
stiff
cabbages
were
limp
by
noon
.
It
was
about
eleven
o
’
clock
on
this
day
that
Mrs
.
Yeobright
started
across
the
heath
towards
her
son
’
s
house
,
to
do
her
best
in
getting
reconciled
with
him
and
Eustacia
,
in
conformity
with
her
words
to
the
reddleman
.
She
had
hoped
to
be
well
advanced
in
her
walk
before
the
heat
of
the
day
was
at
its
highest
,
but
after
setting
out
she
found
that
this
was
not
to
be
done
.
The
sun
had
branded
the
whole
heath
with
its
mark
,
even
the
purple
heath
-
flowers
having
put
on
a
brownness
under
the
dry
blazes
of
the
few
preceding
days
.
Every
valley
was
filled
with
air
like
that
of
a
kiln
,
and
the
clean
quartz
sand
of
the
winter
water
-
courses
,
which
formed
summer
paths
,
had
undergone
a
species
of
incineration
since
the
drought
had
set
in
.
In
cool
,
fresh
weather
Mrs
.
Yeobright
would
have
found
no
inconvenience
in
walking
to
Alderworth
,
but
the
present
torrid
attack
made
the
journey
a
heavy
undertaking
for
a
woman
past
middle
age
;
and
at
the
end
of
the
third
mile
she
wished
that
she
had
hired
Fairway
to
drive
her
a
portion
at
least
of
the
distance
.
But
from
the
point
at
which
she
had
arrived
it
was
as
easy
to
reach
Clym
’
s
house
as
to
get
home
again
.
So
she
went
on
,
the
air
around
her
pulsating
silently
,
and
oppressing
the
earth
with
lassitude
.
She
looked
at
the
sky
overhead
,
and
saw
that
the
sapphirine
hue
of
the
zenith
in
spring
and
early
summer
had
been
replaced
by
a
metallic
violet
.
Occasionally
she
came
to
a
spot
where
independent
worlds
of
ephemerons
were
passing
their
time
in
mad
carousal
,
some
in
the
air
,
some
on
the
hot
ground
and
vegetation
,
some
in
the
tepid
and
stringy
water
of
a
nearly
dried
pool
.
All
the
shallower
ponds
had
decreased
to
a
vaporous
mud
amid
which
the
maggoty
shapes
of
innumerable
obscure
creatures
could
be
indistinctly
seen
,
heaving
and
wallowing
with
enjoyment
.
Being
a
woman
not
disinclined
to
philosophize
she
sometimes
sat
down
under
her
umbrella
to
rest
and
to
watch
their
happiness
,
for
a
certain
hopefulness
as
to
the
result
of
her
visit
gave
ease
to
her
mind
,
and
between
important
thoughts
left
it
free
to
dwell
on
any
infinitesimal
matter
which
caught
her
eyes
.
Mrs
.
Yeobright
had
never
before
been
to
her
son
’
s
house
,
and
its
exact
position
was
unknown
to
her
.
She
tried
one
ascending
path
and
another
,
and
found
that
they
led
her
astray
.
Retracing
her
steps
,
she
came
again
to
an
open
level
,
where
she
perceived
at
a
distance
a
man
at
work
.
She
went
towards
him
and
inquired
the
way
.
The
labourer
pointed
out
the
direction
,
and
added
,
“
Do
you
see
that
furze
-
cutter
,
ma
’
am
,
going
up
that
footpath
yond
?
”
Mrs
.
Yeobright
strained
her
eyes
,
and
at
last
said
that
she
did
perceive
him
.
“
Well
,
if
you
follow
him
you
can
make
no
mistake
.
He
’
s
going
to
the
same
place
,
ma
’
am
.
”
