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Here
she
idly
occupied
herself
for
a
few
minutes
,
till
finding
no
notice
was
taken
of
her
she
retraced
her
steps
through
the
house
to
the
front
,
where
she
listened
for
voices
in
the
parlour
.
But
hearing
none
she
opened
the
door
and
went
in
.
To
her
astonishment
Clym
lay
precisely
as
Wildeve
and
herself
had
left
him
,
his
sleep
apparently
unbroken
.
He
had
been
disturbed
and
made
to
dream
and
murmur
by
the
knocking
,
but
he
had
not
awakened
.
Eustacia
hastened
to
the
door
,
and
in
spite
of
her
reluctance
to
open
it
to
a
woman
who
had
spoken
of
her
so
bitterly
,
she
unfastened
it
and
looked
out
.
Nobody
was
to
be
seen
.
There
,
by
the
scraper
,
lay
Clym
’
s
hook
and
the
handful
of
faggot
-
bonds
he
had
brought
home
;
in
front
of
her
were
the
empty
path
,
the
garden
gate
standing
slightly
ajar
;
and
,
beyond
,
the
great
valley
of
purple
heath
thrilling
silently
in
the
sun
.
Mrs
.
Yeobright
was
gone
.
Clym
’
s
mother
was
at
this
time
following
a
path
which
lay
hidden
from
Eustacia
by
a
shoulder
of
the
hill
.
Her
walk
thither
from
the
garden
gate
had
been
hasty
and
determined
,
as
of
a
woman
who
was
now
no
less
anxious
to
escape
from
the
scene
than
she
had
previously
been
to
enter
it
.
Her
eyes
were
fixed
on
the
ground
;
within
her
two
sights
were
graven
—
that
of
Clym
’
s
hook
and
brambles
at
the
door
,
and
that
of
a
woman
’
s
face
at
a
window
.
Her
lips
trembled
,
becoming
unnaturally
thin
as
she
murmured
,
“
’
Tis
too
much
—
Clym
,
how
can
he
bear
to
do
it
!
He
is
at
home
;
and
yet
he
lets
her
shut
the
door
against
me
!
”
In
her
anxiety
to
get
out
of
the
direct
view
of
the
house
she
had
diverged
from
the
straightest
path
homeward
,
and
while
looking
about
to
regain
it
she
came
upon
a
little
boy
gathering
whortleberries
in
a
hollow
.
The
boy
was
Johnny
Nunsuch
,
who
had
been
Eustacia
’
s
stoker
at
the
bonfire
,
and
,
with
the
tendency
of
a
minute
body
to
gravitate
towards
a
greater
,
he
began
hovering
round
Mrs
.
Yeobright
as
soon
as
she
appeared
,
and
trotted
on
beside
her
without
perceptible
consciousness
of
his
act
.
Mrs
.
Yeobright
spoke
to
him
as
one
in
a
mesmeric
sleep
.
“
’
Tis
a
long
way
home
,
my
child
,
and
we
shall
not
get
there
till
evening
.
”
“
I
shall
,
”
said
her
small
companion
.
“
I
am
going
to
play
marnels
afore
supper
,
and
we
go
to
supper
at
six
o
’
clock
,
because
Father
comes
home
.
Does
your
father
come
home
at
six
too
?
”
“
No
,
he
never
comes
;
nor
my
son
either
,
nor
anybody
.
”
“
What
have
made
you
so
down
?
Have
you
seen
a
ooser
?
”
“
I
have
seen
what
’
s
worse
—
a
woman
’
s
face
looking
at
me
through
a
windowpane
.
”
“
Is
that
a
bad
sight
?
”
