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“
My
uncle
has
been
for
five
and
twenty
years
the
trusty
man
of
a
rich
widow
-
lady
who
has
a
beautiful
house
facing
the
sea
.
This
lady
has
become
old
and
lame
,
and
she
wants
a
young
company
-
keeper
to
read
and
sing
to
her
,
but
can
’
t
get
one
to
her
mind
to
save
her
life
,
though
she
’
ve
advertised
in
the
papers
,
and
tried
half
a
dozen
.
She
would
jump
to
get
you
,
and
Uncle
would
make
it
all
easy
.
”
“
I
should
have
to
work
,
perhaps
?
”
“
No
,
not
real
work
—
you
’
d
have
a
little
to
do
,
such
as
reading
and
that
.
You
would
not
be
wanted
till
New
Year
’
s
Day
.
”
“
I
knew
it
meant
work
,
”
she
said
,
drooping
to
languor
again
.
“
I
confess
there
would
be
a
trifle
to
do
in
the
way
of
amusing
her
;
but
though
idle
people
might
call
it
work
,
working
people
would
call
it
play
.
Think
of
the
company
and
the
life
you
’
d
lead
,
miss
;
the
gaiety
you
’
d
see
,
and
the
gentleman
you
’
d
marry
.
My
uncle
is
to
inquire
for
a
trustworthy
young
lady
from
the
country
,
as
she
don
’
t
like
town
girls
.
”
“
It
is
to
wear
myself
out
to
please
her
!
and
I
won
’
t
go
.
O
,
if
I
could
live
in
a
gay
town
as
a
lady
should
,
and
go
my
own
ways
,
and
do
my
own
doings
,
I
’
d
give
the
wrinkled
half
of
my
life
!
Yes
,
reddleman
,
that
would
I
.
”
“
Help
me
to
get
Thomasin
happy
,
miss
,
and
the
chance
shall
be
yours
,
”
urged
her
companion
.
“
Chance
—
’
tis
no
chance
,
”
she
said
proudly
.
“
What
can
a
poor
man
like
you
offer
me
,
indeed
?
—
I
am
going
indoors
.
I
have
nothing
more
to
say
.
Don
’
t
your
horses
want
feeding
,
or
your
reddlebags
want
mending
,
or
don
’
t
you
want
to
find
buyers
for
your
goods
,
that
you
stay
idling
here
like
this
?
”
Venn
spoke
not
another
word
.
With
his
hands
behind
him
he
turned
away
,
that
she
might
not
see
the
hopeless
disappointment
in
his
face
.
The
mental
clearness
and
power
he
had
found
in
this
lonely
girl
had
indeed
filled
his
manner
with
misgiving
even
from
the
first
few
minutes
of
close
quarters
with
her
.
Her
youth
and
situation
had
led
him
to
expect
a
simplicity
quite
at
the
beck
of
his
method
.
But
a
system
of
inducement
which
might
have
carried
weaker
country
lasses
along
with
it
had
merely
repelled
Eustacia
.
As
a
rule
,
the
word
Budmouth
meant
fascination
on
Egdon
.
That
Royal
port
and
watering
place
,
if
truly
mirrored
in
the
minds
of
the
heathfolk
,
must
have
combined
,
in
a
charming
and
indescribable
manner
a
Carthaginian
bustle
of
building
with
Tarentine
luxuriousness
and
Baian
health
and
beauty
.
Eustacia
felt
little
less
extravagantly
about
the
place
;
but
she
would
not
sink
her
independence
to
get
there
.
