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While
the
effigy
of
Eustacia
was
melting
to
nothing
,
and
the
fair
woman
herself
was
standing
on
Rainbarrow
,
her
soul
in
an
abyss
of
desolation
seldom
plumbed
by
one
so
young
,
Yeobright
sat
lonely
at
Blooms
-
End
.
He
had
fulfilled
his
word
to
Thomasin
by
sending
off
Fairway
with
the
letter
to
his
wife
,
and
now
waited
with
increased
impatience
for
some
sound
or
signal
of
her
return
.
Were
Eustacia
still
at
Mistover
the
very
least
he
expected
was
that
she
would
send
him
back
a
reply
tonight
by
the
same
hand
;
though
,
to
leave
all
to
her
inclination
,
he
had
cautioned
Fairway
not
to
ask
for
an
answer
.
If
one
were
handed
to
him
he
was
to
bring
it
immediately
;
if
not
,
he
was
to
go
straight
home
without
troubling
to
come
round
to
Blooms
-
End
again
that
night
.
But
secretly
Clym
had
a
more
pleasing
hope
.
Eustacia
might
possibly
decline
to
use
her
pen
—
it
was
rather
her
way
to
work
silently
—
and
surprise
him
by
appearing
at
his
door
.
How
fully
her
mind
was
made
up
to
do
otherwise
he
did
not
know
.
To
Clym
’
s
regret
it
began
to
rain
and
blow
hard
as
the
evening
advanced
.
The
wind
rasped
and
scraped
at
the
corners
of
the
house
,
and
filliped
the
eavesdroppings
like
peas
against
the
panes
.
He
walked
restlessly
about
the
untenanted
rooms
,
stopping
strange
noises
in
windows
and
doors
by
jamming
splinters
of
wood
into
the
casements
and
crevices
,
and
pressing
together
the
leadwork
of
the
quarries
where
it
had
become
loosened
from
the
glass
.
It
was
one
of
those
nights
when
cracks
in
the
walls
of
old
churches
widen
,
when
ancient
stains
on
the
ceilings
of
decayed
manor
houses
are
renewed
and
enlarged
from
the
size
of
a
man
’
s
hand
to
an
area
of
many
feet
.
The
little
gate
in
the
palings
before
his
dwelling
continually
opened
and
clicked
together
again
,
but
when
he
looked
out
eagerly
nobody
was
there
;
it
was
as
if
invisible
shapes
of
the
dead
were
passing
in
on
their
way
to
visit
him
.
Between
ten
and
eleven
o
’
clock
,
finding
that
neither
Fairway
nor
anybody
else
came
to
him
,
he
retired
to
rest
,
and
despite
his
anxieties
soon
fell
asleep
.
His
sleep
,
however
,
was
not
very
sound
,
by
reason
of
the
expectancy
he
had
given
way
to
,
and
he
was
easily
awakened
by
a
knocking
which
began
at
the
door
about
an
hour
after
.
Clym
arose
and
looked
out
of
the
window
.
Rain
was
still
falling
heavily
,
the
whole
expanse
of
heath
before
him
emitting
a
subdued
hiss
under
the
downpour
.
It
was
too
dark
to
see
anything
at
all
.
“
Who
’
s
there
?
”
he
cried
.
Light
footsteps
shifted
their
position
in
the
porch
,
and
he
could
just
distinguish
in
a
plaintive
female
voice
the
words
,
“
O
Clym
,
come
down
and
let
me
in
!
”
He
flushed
hot
with
agitation
.
“
Surely
it
is
Eustacia
!
”
he
murmured
.
If
so
,
she
had
indeed
come
to
him
unawares
.
He
hastily
got
a
light
,
dressed
himself
,
and
went
down
.
On
his
flinging
open
the
door
the
rays
of
the
candle
fell
upon
a
woman
closely
wrapped
up
,
who
at
once
came
forward
.
“
Thomasin
!
”
he
exclaimed
in
an
indescribable
tone
of
disappointment
.
