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Thus
it
happened
that
in
Eustacia
’
s
brain
were
juxtaposed
the
strangest
assortment
of
ideas
,
from
old
time
and
from
new
.
There
was
no
middle
distance
in
her
perspective
—
romantic
recollections
of
sunny
afternoons
on
an
esplanade
,
with
military
bands
,
officers
,
and
gallants
around
,
stood
like
gilded
letters
upon
the
dark
tablet
of
surrounding
Egdon
.
Every
bizarre
effect
that
could
result
from
the
random
intertwining
of
watering
-
place
glitter
with
the
grand
solemnity
of
a
heath
,
was
to
be
found
in
her
.
Seeing
nothing
of
human
life
now
,
she
imagined
all
the
more
of
what
she
had
seen
.
Where
did
her
dignity
come
from
?
By
a
latent
vein
from
Alcinous
’
line
,
her
father
hailing
from
Phaeacia
’
s
isle
?
—
or
from
Fitzalan
and
De
Vere
,
her
maternal
grandfather
having
had
a
cousin
in
the
peerage
?
Perhaps
it
was
the
gift
of
Heaven
—
a
happy
convergence
of
natural
laws
.
Among
other
things
opportunity
had
of
late
years
been
denied
her
of
learning
to
be
undignified
,
for
she
lived
lonely
.
Isolation
on
a
heath
renders
vulgarity
well
-
nigh
impossible
.
It
would
have
been
as
easy
for
the
heath
-
ponies
,
bats
,
and
snakes
to
be
vulgar
as
for
her
.
A
narrow
life
in
Budmouth
might
have
completely
demeaned
her
.
The
only
way
to
look
queenly
without
realms
or
hearts
to
queen
it
over
is
to
look
as
if
you
had
lost
them
;
and
Eustacia
did
that
to
a
triumph
.
In
the
captain
’
s
cottage
she
could
suggest
mansions
she
had
never
seen
.
Perhaps
that
was
because
she
frequented
a
vaster
mansion
than
any
of
them
,
the
open
hills
.
Like
the
summer
condition
of
the
place
around
her
,
she
was
an
embodiment
of
the
phrase
“
a
populous
solitude
”
—
apparently
so
listless
,
void
,
and
quiet
,
she
was
really
busy
and
full
.
To
be
loved
to
madness
—
such
was
her
great
desire
.
Love
was
to
her
the
one
cordial
which
could
drive
away
the
eating
loneliness
of
her
days
.
And
she
seemed
to
long
for
the
abstraction
called
passionate
love
more
than
for
any
particular
lover
.
She
could
show
a
most
reproachful
look
at
times
,
but
it
was
directed
less
against
human
beings
than
against
certain
creatures
of
her
mind
,
the
chief
of
these
being
Destiny
,
through
whose
interference
she
dimly
fancied
it
arose
that
love
alighted
only
on
gliding
youth
—
that
any
love
she
might
win
would
sink
simultaneously
with
the
sand
in
the
glass
.
She
thought
of
it
with
an
ever
-
growing
consciousness
of
cruelty
,
which
tended
to
breed
actions
of
reckless
unconventionality
,
framed
to
snatch
a
year
’
s
,
a
week
’
s
,
even
an
hour
’
s
passion
from
anywhere
while
it
could
be
won
.
Through
want
of
it
she
had
sung
without
being
merry
,
possessed
without
enjoying
,
outshone
without
triumphing
.
Her
loneliness
deepened
her
desire
.
On
Egdon
,
coldest
and
meanest
kisses
were
at
famine
prices
,
and
where
was
a
mouth
matching
hers
to
be
found
?
Fidelity
in
love
for
fidelity
’
s
sake
had
less
attraction
for
her
than
for
most
women
;
fidelity
because
of
love
’
s
grip
had
much
.
A
blaze
of
love
,
and
extinction
,
was
better
than
a
lantern
glimmer
of
the
same
which
should
last
long
years
.
On
this
head
she
knew
by
prevision
what
most
women
learn
only
by
experience
—
she
had
mentally
walked
round
love
,
told
the
towers
thereof
,
considered
its
palaces
,
and
concluded
that
love
was
but
a
doleful
joy
.
Yet
she
desired
it
,
as
one
in
a
desert
would
be
thankful
for
brackish
water
.
She
often
repeated
her
prayers
;
not
at
particular
times
,
but
,
like
the
unaffectedly
devout
,
when
she
desired
to
pray
.
Her
prayer
was
always
spontaneous
,
and
often
ran
thus
,
“
O
deliver
my
heart
from
this
fearful
gloom
and
loneliness
;
send
me
great
love
from
somewhere
,
else
I
shall
die
.
”
Her
high
gods
were
William
the
Conqueror
,
Strafford
,
and
Napoleon
Buonaparte
,
as
they
had
appeared
in
the
Lady
’
s
History
used
at
the
establishment
in
which
she
was
educated
.
Had
she
been
a
mother
she
would
have
christened
her
boys
such
names
as
Saul
or
Sisera
in
preference
to
Jacob
or
David
,
neither
of
whom
she
admired
.
At
school
she
had
used
to
side
with
the
Philistines
in
several
battles
,
and
had
wondered
if
Pontius
Pilate
were
as
handsome
as
he
was
frank
and
fair
.
