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Eustacia
Vye
was
the
raw
material
of
a
divinity
.
On
Olympus
she
would
have
done
well
with
a
little
preparation
.
She
had
the
passions
and
instincts
which
make
a
model
goddess
,
that
is
,
those
which
make
not
quite
a
model
woman
.
Had
it
been
possible
for
the
earth
and
mankind
to
be
entirely
in
her
grasp
for
a
while
,
she
had
handled
the
distaff
,
the
spindle
,
and
the
shears
at
her
own
free
will
,
few
in
the
world
would
have
noticed
the
change
of
government
.
There
would
have
been
the
same
inequality
of
lot
,
the
same
heaping
up
of
favours
here
,
of
contumely
there
,
the
same
generosity
before
justice
,
the
same
perpetual
dilemmas
,
the
same
captious
alteration
of
caresses
and
blows
that
we
endure
now
.
She
was
in
person
full
-
limbed
and
somewhat
heavy
;
without
ruddiness
,
as
without
pallor
;
and
soft
to
the
touch
as
a
cloud
.
To
see
her
hair
was
to
fancy
that
a
whole
winter
did
not
contain
darkness
enough
to
form
its
shadow
—
it
closed
over
her
forehead
like
nightfall
extinguishing
the
western
glow
.
Her
nerves
extended
into
those
tresses
,
and
her
temper
could
always
be
softened
by
stroking
them
down
.
When
her
hair
was
brushed
she
would
instantly
sink
into
stillness
and
look
like
the
Sphinx
.
If
,
in
passing
under
one
of
the
Egdon
banks
,
any
of
its
thick
skeins
were
caught
,
as
they
sometimes
were
,
by
a
prickly
tuft
of
the
large
Ulex
Europoeus
—
which
will
act
as
a
sort
of
hairbrush
—
she
would
go
back
a
few
steps
,
and
pass
against
it
a
second
time
.
She
had
pagan
eyes
,
full
of
nocturnal
mysteries
,
and
their
light
,
as
it
came
and
went
,
and
came
again
,
was
partially
hampered
by
their
oppressive
lids
and
lashes
;
and
of
these
the
under
lid
was
much
fuller
than
it
usually
is
with
English
women
.
This
enabled
her
to
indulge
in
reverie
without
seeming
to
do
so
—
she
might
have
been
believed
capable
of
sleeping
without
closing
them
up
.
Assuming
that
the
souls
of
men
and
women
were
visible
essences
,
you
could
fancy
the
colour
of
Eustacia
’
s
soul
to
be
flamelike
.
The
sparks
from
it
that
rose
into
her
dark
pupils
gave
the
same
impression
.
The
mouth
seemed
formed
less
to
speak
than
to
quiver
,
less
to
quiver
than
to
kiss
.
Some
might
have
added
,
less
to
kiss
than
to
curl
.
Viewed
sideways
,
the
closing
-
line
of
her
lips
formed
,
with
almost
geometric
precision
,
the
curve
so
well
known
in
the
arts
of
design
as
the
cima
-
recta
,
or
ogee
.
The
sight
of
such
a
flexible
bend
as
that
on
grim
Egdon
was
quite
an
apparition
.
It
was
felt
at
once
that
the
mouth
did
not
come
over
from
Sleswig
with
a
band
of
Saxon
pirates
whose
lips
met
like
the
two
halves
of
a
muffin
.
One
had
fancied
that
such
lip
-
curves
were
mostly
lurking
underground
in
the
South
as
fragments
of
forgotten
marbles
.
So
fine
were
the
lines
of
her
lips
that
,
though
full
,
each
corner
of
her
mouth
was
as
clearly
cut
as
the
point
of
a
spear
.
This
keenness
of
corner
was
only
blunted
when
she
was
given
over
to
sudden
fits
of
gloom
,
one
of
the
phases
of
the
night
-
side
of
sentiment
which
she
knew
too
well
for
her
years
.
Her
presence
brought
memories
of
such
things
as
Bourbon
roses
,
rubies
,
and
tropical
midnight
;
her
moods
recalled
lotus
-
eaters
and
the
march
in
Athalie
;
her
motions
,
the
ebb
and
flow
of
the
sea
;
her
voice
,
the
viola
.
In
a
dim
light
,
and
with
a
slight
rearrangement
of
her
hair
,
her
general
figure
might
have
stood
for
that
of
either
of
the
higher
female
deities
.
The
new
moon
behind
her
head
,
an
old
helmet
upon
it
,
a
diadem
of
accidental
dewdrops
round
her
brow
,
would
have
been
adjuncts
sufficient
to
strike
the
note
of
Artemis
,
Athena
,
or
Hera
respectively
,
with
as
close
an
approximation
to
the
antique
as
that
which
passes
muster
on
many
respected
canvases
.
But
celestial
imperiousness
,
love
,
wrath
,
and
fervour
had
proved
to
be
somewhat
thrown
away
on
netherward
Egdon
.
Her
power
was
limited
,
and
the
consciousness
of
this
limitation
had
biassed
her
development
.
Egdon
was
her
Hades
,
and
since
coming
there
she
had
imbibed
much
of
what
was
dark
in
its
tone
,
though
inwardly
and
eternally
unreconciled
thereto
.
Her
appearance
accorded
well
with
this
smouldering
rebelliousness
,
and
the
shady
splendour
of
her
beauty
was
the
real
surface
of
the
sad
and
stifled
warmth
within
her
.
A
true
Tartarean
dignity
sat
upon
her
brow
,
and
not
factitiously
or
with
marks
of
constraint
,
for
it
had
grown
in
her
with
years
.
Across
the
upper
part
of
her
head
she
wore
a
thin
fillet
of
black
velvet
,
restraining
the
luxuriance
of
her
shady
hair
,
in
a
way
which
added
much
to
this
class
of
majesty
by
irregularly
clouding
her
forehead
.
“
Nothing
can
embellish
a
beautiful
face
more
than
a
narrow
band
drawn
over
the
brow
,
”
says
Richter
.
Some
of
the
neighbouring
girls
wore
coloured
ribbon
for
the
same
purpose
,
and
sported
metallic
ornaments
elsewhere
;
but
if
anyone
suggested
coloured
ribbon
and
metallic
ornaments
to
Eustacia
Vye
she
laughed
and
went
on
.
Why
did
a
woman
of
this
sort
live
on
Egdon
Heath
?
Budmouth
was
her
native
place
,
a
fashionable
seaside
resort
at
that
date
.
She
was
the
daughter
of
the
bandmaster
of
a
regiment
which
had
been
quartered
there
—
a
Corfiote
by
birth
,
and
a
fine
musician
—
who
met
his
future
wife
during
her
trip
thither
with
her
father
the
captain
,
a
man
of
good
family
.
The
marriage
was
scarcely
in
accord
with
the
old
man
’
s
wishes
,
for
the
bandmaster
’
s
pockets
were
as
light
as
his
occupation
.
But
the
musician
did
his
best
;
adopted
his
wife
’
s
name
,
made
England
permanently
his
home
,
took
great
trouble
with
his
child
’
s
education
,
the
expenses
of
which
were
defrayed
by
the
grandfather
,
and
throve
as
the
chief
local
musician
till
her
mother
’
s
death
,
when
he
left
off
thriving
,
drank
,
and
died
also
.
The
girl
was
left
to
the
care
of
her
grandfather
,
who
,
since
three
of
his
ribs
became
broken
in
a
shipwreck
,
had
lived
in
this
airy
perch
on
Egdon
,
a
spot
which
had
taken
his
fancy
because
the
house
was
to
be
had
for
next
to
nothing
,
and
because
a
remote
blue
tinge
on
the
horizon
between
the
hills
,
visible
from
the
cottage
door
,
was
traditionally
believed
to
be
the
English
Channel
.
She
hated
the
change
;
she
felt
like
one
banished
;
but
here
she
was
forced
to
abide
.
