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“
I
suppose
that
was
because
they
always
used
to
put
the
biggest
fool
afore
,
”
said
Fairway
from
the
fire
,
beside
which
he
knelt
,
blowing
it
with
his
breath
.
“
D
’
ye
think
so
,
Timothy
?
”
said
Grandfer
Cantle
,
coming
forward
to
Fairway
’
s
side
with
sudden
depression
in
his
face
“
Then
a
man
may
feel
for
years
that
he
is
good
solid
company
,
and
be
wrong
about
himself
after
all
?
”
“
Never
mind
that
question
,
Grandfer
.
Stir
your
stumps
and
get
some
more
sticks
.
’
Tis
very
nonsense
of
an
old
man
to
prattle
so
when
life
and
death
’
s
in
mangling
.
”
“
Yes
,
yes
,
”
said
Grandfer
Cantle
,
with
melancholy
conviction
.
“
Well
,
this
is
a
bad
night
altogether
for
them
that
have
done
well
in
their
time
;
and
if
I
were
ever
such
a
dab
at
the
hautboy
or
tenor
viol
,
I
shouldn
’
t
have
the
heart
to
play
tunes
upon
’
em
now
.
”
Susan
now
arrived
with
the
frying
pan
,
when
the
live
adder
was
killed
and
the
heads
of
the
three
taken
off
.
The
remainders
,
being
cut
into
lengths
and
split
open
,
were
tossed
into
the
pan
,
which
began
hissing
and
crackling
over
the
fire
.
Soon
a
rill
of
clear
oil
trickled
from
the
carcases
,
whereupon
Clym
dipped
the
corner
of
his
handkerchief
into
the
liquid
and
anointed
the
wound
.
In
the
meantime
Eustacia
,
left
alone
in
her
cottage
at
Alderworth
,
had
become
considerably
depressed
by
the
posture
of
affairs
.
The
consequences
which
might
result
from
Clym
’
s
discovery
that
his
mother
had
been
turned
from
his
door
that
day
were
likely
to
be
disagreeable
,
and
this
was
a
quality
in
events
which
she
hated
as
much
as
the
dreadful
.
To
be
left
to
pass
the
evening
by
herself
was
irksome
to
her
at
any
time
,
and
this
evening
it
was
more
irksome
than
usual
by
reason
of
the
excitements
of
the
past
hours
.
The
two
visits
had
stirred
her
into
restlessness
.
She
was
not
wrought
to
any
great
pitch
of
uneasiness
by
the
probability
of
appearing
in
an
ill
light
in
the
discussion
between
Clym
and
his
mother
,
but
she
was
wrought
to
vexation
,
and
her
slumbering
activities
were
quickened
to
the
extent
of
wishing
that
she
had
opened
the
door
.
She
had
certainly
believed
that
Clym
was
awake
,
and
the
excuse
would
be
an
honest
one
as
far
as
it
went
;
but
nothing
could
save
her
from
censure
in
refusing
to
answer
at
the
first
knock
.
Yet
,
instead
of
blaming
herself
for
the
issue
she
laid
the
fault
upon
the
shoulders
of
some
indistinct
,
colossal
Prince
of
the
World
,
who
had
framed
her
situation
and
ruled
her
lot
.
At
this
time
of
the
year
it
was
pleasanter
to
walk
by
night
than
by
day
,
and
when
Clym
had
been
absent
about
an
hour
she
suddenly
resolved
to
go
out
in
the
direction
of
Blooms
-
End
,
on
the
chance
of
meeting
him
on
his
return
.
When
she
reached
the
garden
gate
she
heard
wheels
approaching
,
and
looking
round
beheld
her
grandfather
coming
up
in
his
car
.
“
I
can
’
t
stay
a
minute
,
thank
ye
,
”
he
answered
to
her
greeting
.
