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But
he
dreaded
to
contemplate
Thomasin
wedded
to
the
mere
corpse
of
a
lover
that
he
now
felt
himself
to
be
.
He
had
but
three
activities
alive
in
him
.
One
was
his
almost
daily
walk
to
the
little
graveyard
wherein
his
mother
lay
;
another
,
his
just
as
frequent
visits
by
night
to
the
more
distant
enclosure
which
numbered
his
Eustacia
among
its
dead
;
the
third
was
self
-
preparation
for
a
vocation
which
alone
seemed
likely
to
satisfy
his
cravings
—
that
of
an
itinerant
preacher
of
the
eleventh
commandment
.
It
was
difficult
to
believe
that
Thomasin
would
be
cheered
by
a
husband
with
such
tendencies
as
these
.
Yet
he
resolved
to
ask
her
,
and
let
her
decide
for
herself
.
It
was
even
with
a
pleasant
sense
of
doing
his
duty
that
he
went
downstairs
to
her
one
evening
for
this
purpose
,
when
the
sun
was
printing
on
the
valley
the
same
long
shadow
of
the
housetop
that
he
had
seen
lying
there
times
out
of
number
while
his
mother
lived
.
Thomasin
was
not
in
her
room
,
and
he
found
her
in
the
front
garden
.
“
I
have
long
been
wanting
,
Thomasin
,
”
he
began
,
“
to
say
something
about
a
matter
that
concerns
both
our
futures
.
”
“
And
you
are
going
to
say
it
now
?
”
she
remarked
quickly
,
colouring
as
she
met
his
gaze
.
“
Do
stop
a
minute
,
Clym
,
and
let
me
speak
first
,
for
oddly
enough
,
I
have
been
wanting
to
say
something
to
you
.
”
“
By
all
means
say
on
,
Tamsie
.
”
“
I
suppose
nobody
can
overhear
us
?
”
she
went
on
,
casting
her
eyes
around
and
lowering
her
voice
.
“
Well
,
first
you
will
promise
me
this
—
that
you
won
’
t
be
angry
and
call
me
anything
harsh
if
you
disagree
with
what
I
propose
?
”
Yeobright
promised
,
and
she
continued
:
“
What
I
want
is
your
advice
,
for
you
are
my
relation
—
I
mean
,
a
sort
of
guardian
to
me
—
aren
’
t
you
,
Clym
?
”
“
Well
,
yes
,
I
suppose
I
am
;
a
sort
of
guardian
.
In
fact
,
I
am
,
of
course
,
”
he
said
,
altogether
perplexed
as
to
her
drift
.
“
I
am
thinking
of
marrying
,
”
she
then
observed
blandly
.
“
But
I
shall
not
marry
unless
you
assure
me
that
you
approve
of
such
a
step
.
Why
don
’
t
you
speak
?
”
