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Clym
retired
to
his
lodging
at
the
housetop
much
relieved
,
and
occupied
himself
during
the
afternoon
in
noting
down
the
heads
of
a
sermon
,
with
which
he
intended
to
initiate
all
that
really
seemed
practicable
of
the
scheme
that
had
originally
brought
him
hither
,
and
that
he
had
so
long
kept
in
view
under
various
modifications
,
and
through
evil
and
good
report
.
He
had
tested
and
weighed
his
convictions
again
and
again
,
and
saw
no
reason
to
alter
them
,
though
he
had
considerably
lessened
his
plan
.
His
eyesight
,
by
long
humouring
in
his
native
air
,
had
grown
stronger
,
but
not
sufficiently
strong
to
warrant
his
attempting
his
extensive
educational
project
.
Yet
he
did
not
repine
—
there
was
still
more
than
enough
of
an
unambitious
sort
to
tax
all
his
energies
and
occupy
all
his
hours
.
Evening
drew
on
,
and
sounds
of
life
and
movement
in
the
lower
part
of
the
domicile
became
more
pronounced
,
the
gate
in
the
palings
clicking
incessantly
.
The
party
was
to
be
an
early
one
,
and
all
the
guests
were
assembled
long
before
it
was
dark
.
Yeobright
went
down
the
back
staircase
and
into
the
heath
by
another
path
than
that
in
front
,
intending
to
walk
in
the
open
air
till
the
party
was
over
,
when
he
would
return
to
wish
Thomasin
and
her
husband
good
-
bye
as
they
departed
.
His
steps
were
insensibly
bent
towards
Mistover
by
the
path
that
he
had
followed
on
that
terrible
morning
when
he
learnt
the
strange
news
from
Susan
’
s
boy
.
He
did
not
turn
aside
to
the
cottage
,
but
pushed
on
to
an
eminence
,
whence
he
could
see
over
the
whole
quarter
that
had
once
been
Eustacia
’
s
home
.
While
he
stood
observing
the
darkening
scene
somebody
came
up
.
Clym
,
seeing
him
but
dimly
,
would
have
let
him
pass
silently
,
had
not
the
pedestrian
,
who
was
Charley
,
recognized
the
young
man
and
spoken
to
him
.
“
Charley
,
I
have
not
seen
you
for
a
length
of
time
,
”
said
Yeobright
.
“
Do
you
often
walk
this
way
?
”
“
No
,
”
the
lad
replied
.
“
I
don
’
t
often
come
outside
the
bank
.
”
“
You
were
not
at
the
Maypole
.
”
“
No
,
”
said
Charley
,
in
the
same
listless
tone
.
“
I
don
’
t
care
for
that
sort
of
thing
now
.
”
“
You
rather
liked
Miss
Eustacia
,
didn
’
t
you
?
”
Yeobright
gently
asked
.
Eustacia
had
frequently
told
him
of
Charley
’
s
romantic
attachment
.
“
Yes
,
very
much
.
Ah
,
I
wish
—
”
“
Yes
?
”
