had entered Egdon that afternoon was an instance of the pleasing being wasted to form the ground…work of the singular； when an ugly foundation would have done just as well for that purpose。 The one point that was forbidding about this reddleman was his colour。 Freed from that he would have been as agreeable a specimen of rustic manhood as one would often see。 A keen observer might have been inclined to think—which was； indeed； partly the truth—that he had relinquished his proper station in life for want of interest in it。 Moreover； after looking at him one would have hazarded the guess that good nature； and an acuteness as extreme as it could be without verging on craft； formed the framework of his character。
While he darned the stocking his face became rigid with thought。 Softer expressions followed this； and then again recurred the tender sadness which had sat upon him during his drive along the highway that afternoon。 Presently his needle stopped。 He laid down the stocking； arose from his seat； and took a leathern pouch from a hook in the corner of the van。 This contained among other articles a brown…paper packet； which； to judge from the hinge…like character of its worn folds； seemed to have been carefully opened and closed a good many times。 He sat down on a three…legged milking stool that formed the only seat in the van； and； examining his packet by the light of a candle； took thence an old letter and spread it open。 The writing had originally been traced on white paper； but the letter had now assumed a pale red tinge from the accident of its situation； and the black strokes of writing thereon looked like the twigs of a winter hedge against a vermilion sunset。 The letter bore a date some two years previous to that time； and was signed “Thomasin Yeobright。” It ran as follows：
DEAR DIGGORY VENN；The question you put when you
overtook me ing home from Pond…close gave me such a surprise that I am afraid I did not make you exactly understand what I meant。 Of course； if my aunt had not met me I could have explained all then at once； but as it was there was no chance。 I have been quite uneasy since； as you know I do not wish to pain you； yet I fear I shall be doing so now in contradicting what I seemed to say then。 I cannot； Diggory； marry you； or think of letting you call me your sweetheart。 I could not； indeed； Diggory。 I hope you will not much mind my saying this； and feel in a great pain。 It makes me very sad when I think it may； for I like you very much； and I always put you next to my cousin Clym in my mind。 There are so many reasons why we cannot be married that I can hardly name them all in a letter。 I did not in the least expect that you were going to speak on such a thing when you followed me； because I had never thought of you in the sense of a lover at all。 You must not becall me for laughing when you spoke； you mistook when you thought I laughed at you as a foolish man。 I laughed because the idea was so odd； and not at you at all。 The great reason with my own personal self for not letting you court me is； that I do not feel the things a woman ought to feel who consents to walk with you with the meaning of being your wife。 It is not as you think； that I have another in my mind； for I do not encourage anybody； and never have in my life。
Another reason is my aunt。 She would not； I know； agree to it；
even if I wished to have you。 She likes you very well；
but she will want me to look a little higher than a small
dairy…farmer； and marry a professional man。 I hope you
will not set your heart against me for writing plainly；
but I felt you might try to see me again； and it is better
that we should not meet。 I shall always think of you
as a good man； and be anxious for your well…doing。 I send
this by Jane Orchard’s little maid；And remain Diggory；
your faithful friend；
THOMASIN YEOBRIGHT。
To MR。 VENN； Dairy…farmer。
Since the arrival of that letter； on a certain autumn morning long ago； the reddleman and Thomasin had not met till today。 During the interval he had shifted his position even further from hers than it had originally been； by adopting the reddle trade； though he was really in very good circumstances still。 Indeed； seeing that his expenditure was only one…fourth of his ine； he might have been called a prosperous man。
Rejected suitors take to roaming as naturally as unhived bees； and the business to which he had cynically devoted himself was in many ways congenial to Venn。 But his wanderings； by mere stress of old emotions； had frequently taken an Egdon direction； though he never intruded upon her who attracted him thither。 To be in Thomasin’s heath； and near her； yet unseen； was the one ewe…lamb of pleasure left to him。
Then came the incident of that day； and the reddleman； still loving her well； was excited by this accidental service to her at a critical juncture to vow an active devotion to her cause； instead of； as hitherto； sighing and holding aloof。 After what had happened it was impossible that he should not doubt the honesty of Wildeve’s intentions。 But her hope was apparently centred upon him； and dismissing his regrets Venn determined to aid her to be happy in her own chosen way。 That this way was； of all others； the most distressing to himself； was awkward enough； but the reddleman’s love was generous。
His first active step in watching over Thomasin’s interests was taken about seven o’clock the next evening and was dictated by the news which he had learnt from the sad boy。 That Eustacia was somehow the cause of Wildeve’s carelessness in relation to the marriage had at once been Venn’s conclusion on hearing of the secret meeting between them。 It did not occur to his mind that Eustacia’s love signal to Wildeve was the tender effect upon the deserted beauty of the intelligence which her grandfather had brought home。 His instinct was to regard her as a conspirator against rather than as an antecedent obstacle to Thomasin’s happiness。
During the day he had been exceedingly anxious to learn the condition of Thomasin； but he did not venture to intrude upon a threshold to which he was a stranger； particularly at such an unpleasant moment as this。 He had occupied his time in moving with his ponies and load to a new point in the heath； eastward to his previous station； and here he selected a nook with a careful eye to shelter from wind and rain； which seemed to mean that his stay there was to be a paratively extended one。 After this he returned on foot some part of the way that he had e； and； it being now dark； he diverged to the left till he stood behind a holly bush on the edge of a pit not twenty yards from Rainbarrow。
He watched for a meeting there； but he watched in vain。
Nobody except himself came near the spot that night。
But the loss of his labour produced little effect upon the reddleman。 He had stood in the shoes of Tantalus； and seemed to look upon a certain mass of disappointment as the natural preface to all realizations； without which preface they would give cause for alarm。
The same hour the next evening found him again at the same place； but Eustacia and Wildeve； the expected trysters； did not appear。
He pursued precisely the same course yet four nights longer； and without success。 But on the next； being the day…week of their previous meeting； he saw a female shape floating along the ridge and the outline of a young man ascending from the valley。 They met in the little ditch encircling the tumulus—the original excavation from which it had been thrown up by the ancient British people。
The reddleman； stung with suspicion of wrong to Thomasin； was aroused to strategy in a moment。 He instantly left the bush and crept forward on his hands and knees。 When he had got as close as he might safely venture without discovery he found that； owing to a cross…wind； the conversation of the trysting pair could not be overheard。
Near him； as in divers places about the heath； were areas strewn with large turves； which lay edgeways and upside down awaiting removal by Timothy Fairway； previous to the winter weather。 He took two of these as he lay； and dragged them over him till one covered his head and shoulders； the other his back and legs。 The reddleman would now have been quite invisible； even by daylight； the turves； standing upon him with the heather upwards； looked precisely as if they were growing。 He crept along again； and the turves upon his back crept with him。 Had he approached without any covering the chances are that he would not have been perceived in the dusk； approaching thus； it was as though he burrowed underground。 In this manner he came quite close to where the two were standing。
“Wish to consult me on the matter？” reached his ears in the rich； impetuous accents of Eustacia Vye。 “Consult me？ It is an indignity to me to talk so—I won’t bear it any longer！” She began weeping。 “I have loved you； and have shown you that I loved you； much to my regret； and yet you can e and say in that frigid way that you wish to consult with me whether it would not be better to marry Thomasin。 Better—of course it would be。 Marry her—she is nearer to your own position in life than I am！”
“Yes； yes； that’s very well；” said Wildeve peremptorily。 “But we must look at things as they are。 Whatever blame may attach to me for having brought it about； Thomasin’s position is at present much worse than yours。 I simply tell you that I am in a strait。”
“But you shall not tell me！ You must see that it is only harassing me。 Damon； you have not acted well； you have sunk in my opinion。 You have not valued my courtesy—the courtesy of a lady in loving you—who used to think of far more ambitious things。 But it was Thomasin’s fault。
She won you away from me； and she deserves to suffer for it。 Where is she staying now？ Not that I care； nor where I am myself。 Ah； if I were dead and gone how glad she would be！ Where is she； I ask？”
“Thomasin is now staying at her aunt’s shut up in a bedroom； and keeping out of everybody’s sight；” he said indifferently。
“I don’t think you care much about her even now；” said Eustacia with sudden joyousness； “for if you did you wouldn’t talk so coolly about her。 Do you talk