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“
The
nurse
is
carrying
the
baby
?
”
said
Eustacia
.
“
No
,
’
tis
Mrs
.
Wildeve
carrying
that
,
”
he
answered
,
“
and
the
nurse
walks
behind
carrying
nothing
.
”
The
lad
was
in
good
spirits
that
day
,
for
the
Fifth
of
November
had
again
come
round
,
and
he
was
planning
yet
another
scheme
to
divert
her
from
her
too
absorbing
thoughts
.
For
two
successive
years
his
mistress
had
seemed
to
take
pleasure
in
lighting
a
bonfire
on
the
bank
overlooking
the
valley
;
but
this
year
she
had
apparently
quite
forgotten
the
day
and
the
customary
deed
.
He
was
careful
not
to
remind
her
,
and
went
on
with
his
secret
preparations
for
a
cheerful
surprise
,
the
more
zealously
that
he
had
been
absent
last
time
and
unable
to
assist
.
At
every
vacant
minute
he
hastened
to
gather
furze
-
stumps
,
thorn
-
tree
roots
,
and
other
solid
materials
from
the
adjacent
slopes
,
hiding
them
from
cursory
view
.
The
evening
came
,
and
Eustacia
was
still
seemingly
unconscious
of
the
anniversary
.
She
had
gone
indoors
after
her
survey
through
the
glass
,
and
had
not
been
visible
since
.
As
soon
as
it
was
quite
dark
Charley
began
to
build
the
bonfire
,
choosing
precisely
that
spot
on
the
bank
which
Eustacia
had
chosen
at
previous
times
.
When
all
the
surrounding
bonfires
had
burst
into
existence
Charley
kindled
his
,
and
arranged
its
fuel
so
that
it
should
not
require
tending
for
some
time
.
He
then
went
back
to
the
house
,
and
lingered
round
the
door
and
windows
till
she
should
by
some
means
or
other
learn
of
his
achievement
and
come
out
to
witness
it
.
But
the
shutters
were
closed
,
the
door
remained
shut
,
and
no
heed
whatever
seemed
to
be
taken
of
his
performance
.
Not
liking
to
call
her
he
went
back
and
replenished
the
fire
,
continuing
to
do
this
for
more
than
half
an
hour
.
It
was
not
till
his
stock
of
fuel
had
greatly
diminished
that
he
went
to
the
back
door
and
sent
in
to
beg
that
Mrs
.
Yeobright
would
open
the
window
-
shutters
and
see
the
sight
outside
.
Eustacia
,
who
had
been
sitting
listlessly
in
the
parlour
,
started
up
at
the
intelligence
and
flung
open
the
shutters
.
Facing
her
on
the
bank
blazed
the
fire
,
which
at
once
sent
a
ruddy
glare
into
the
room
where
she
was
,
and
overpowered
the
candles
.
“
Well
done
,
Charley
!
”
said
Captain
Vye
from
the
chimney
-
corner
.
“
But
I
hope
it
is
not
my
wood
that
he
’
s
burning
.
.
.
.
Ah
,
it
was
this
time
last
year
that
I
met
with
that
man
Venn
,
bringing
home
Thomasin
Yeobright
—
to
be
sure
it
was
!
Well
,
who
would
have
thought
that
girl
’
s
troubles
would
have
ended
so
well
?
What
a
snipe
you
were
in
that
matter
,
Eustacia
!
Has
your
husband
written
to
you
yet
?
”
“
No
,
”
said
Eustacia
,
looking
vaguely
through
the
window
at
the
fire
,
which
just
then
so
much
engaged
her
mind
that
she
did
not
resent
her
grandfather
’
s
blunt
opinion
.
She
could
see
Charley
’
s
form
on
the
bank
,
shovelling
and
stirring
the
fire
;
and
there
flashed
upon
her
imagination
some
other
form
which
that
fire
might
call
up
.
