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A
confused
sob
as
from
a
man
was
heard
within
,
upon
which
Eustacia
gasped
faintly
,
“
That
’
s
Clym
—
I
must
go
to
him
—
yet
dare
I
do
it
?
No
—
come
away
!
”
When
they
had
withdrawn
from
the
neighbourhood
of
the
shed
she
said
huskily
,
“
I
am
to
blame
for
this
.
There
is
evil
in
store
for
me
.
”
“
Was
she
not
admitted
to
your
house
after
all
?
”
Wildeve
inquired
.
“
No
,
and
that
’
s
where
it
all
lies
!
Oh
,
what
shall
I
do
!
I
shall
not
intrude
upon
them
—
I
shall
go
straight
home
.
Damon
,
good
-
bye
!
I
cannot
speak
to
you
any
more
now
.
”
They
parted
company
;
and
when
Eustacia
had
reached
the
next
hill
she
looked
back
.
A
melancholy
procession
was
wending
its
way
by
the
light
of
the
lantern
from
the
hut
towards
Blooms
-
End
.
Wildeve
was
nowhere
to
be
seen
.
One
evening
,
about
three
weeks
after
the
funeral
of
Mrs
.
Yeobright
,
when
the
silver
face
of
the
moon
sent
a
bundle
of
beams
directly
upon
the
floor
of
Clym
’
s
house
at
Alderworth
,
a
woman
came
forth
from
within
.
She
reclined
over
the
garden
gate
as
if
to
refresh
herself
awhile
.
The
pale
lunar
touches
which
make
beauties
of
hags
lent
divinity
to
this
face
,
already
beautiful
.
She
had
not
long
been
there
when
a
man
came
up
the
road
and
with
some
hesitation
said
to
her
,
“
How
is
he
tonight
,
ma
’
am
,
if
you
please
?
”
“
He
is
better
,
though
still
very
unwell
,
Humphrey
,
”
replied
Eustacia
.
“
Is
he
light
-
headed
,
ma
’
am
?
”
“
No
.
He
is
quite
sensible
now
.
”
