“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 so coolly to her about me？ Ah； I expect you do！ Why did you originally go away from me？ I don’t think I can ever forgive you； except on one condition； that whenever you desert me； you e back again； sorry that you served me so。”
“I never wish to desert you。”
“I do not thank you for that。 I should hate it to be all smooth。 Indeed； I think I like you to desert me a little once now and then。 Love is the dismallest thing where the lover is quite honest。 O； it is a shame to say so； but it is true！” She indulged in a little laugh。 “My low spirits begin at the very idea。 Don’t you offer me tame love； or away you go！”
“I wish Tamsie were not such a confoundedly good little woman；” said Wildeve； “so that I could be faithful to you without injuring a worthy person。 It is I who am the sinner after all； I am not worth the little finger of either of you。”
“But you must not sacrifice yourself to her from any sense of justice；” replied Eustacia quickly。 “If you do not love her it is the most merciful thing in the long run to leave her as she is。 That’s always the best way。 There； now I have been unwomanly； I suppose。 When you have left me I am always angry with myself for things that I have said to you。”
Wildeve walked a pace or two among the heather without replying。 The pause was filled up by the intonation of a pollard thorn a little way to windward； the breezes filtering through its unyielding twigs as through a strainer。 It was as if the night sang dirges with clenched teeth。
She continued； half sorrowfully； “Since meeting you last； it has occurred to me once or twice that perhaps it was not for love of me you did not marry her。 Tell me； Damon—I’ll try to bear it。 Had I nothing whatever to do with the matter？”
“Do you press me to tell？”
“Yes； I must know。 I see I have been too ready to believe in my own power。”
“Well； the immediate reason was that the license would not do for the place； and before I could get another she ran away。 Up to that point you had nothing to do with it。 Since then her aunt has spoken to me in a tone which I don’t at all like。”
“Yes； yes！ I am nothing in it—I am nothing in it。 You only trifle with me。 Heaven； what can I； Eustacia Vye； be made of to think so much of you！”
“Nonsense； do not be so passionate。。。。Eustacia； how we roved among these bushes last year； when the hot days had got cool； and the shades of the hills kept us almost invisible in the hollows！”
She remained in moody silence till she said； “Yes； and how I used to laugh at you for daring to look up to me！ But you have well made me suffer for that since。”
“Yes； you served me cruelly enough until I thought I had found someone fairer than you。 A blessed find for me； Eustacia。”
“Do you still think you found somebody fairer？”
“Sometimes I do； sometimes I don’t。 The scales are balanced so nicely that a feather would turn them。”
“But don’t you really care whether I meet you or whether I don’t？” she said slowly。
“I care a little； but not enough to break my rest；” replied the young man languidly。 “No； all that’s past。 I find there are two flowers where I thought there was only one。 Perhaps there are three； or four； or any number as good as the first。。。。Mine is a curious fate。 Who would have thought that all this could happen to me？”
She interrupted with a suppressed fire of which either love or anger seemed an equally possible issue； “Do you love me now？”
“Who can say？”
“Tell me； I will know it！”
“I do； and I do not；” said he mischievously。 “That is； I have my times and my seasons。 One moment you are too tall； another moment you are too do…nothing； another too melancholy； another too dark； another I don’t know what； except—that you are not the whole world to me that you used to be； my dear。 But you are a pleasant lady to know and nice to meet； and I dare say as sweet as ever—almost。”
Eustacia was silent； and she turned from him； till she said； in a voice of suspended mightiness； “I am for a walk； and this is my way。”
“Well； I can do worse than follow you。”
“You know you can’t do otherwise； for all your moods and changes！” she answered defiantly。 “Say what you will； try as you may； keep away from me all that you can—you will never forget me。 You will love me all your life long。 You would jump to marry me！”
“So I would！” said Wildeve。 “Such strange thoughts as I’ve had from time to time； Eustacia； and they e to me this moment。 You hate the heath as much as ever； that I know。”
“I do；” she murmured deeply。 “’Tis my cross； my shame； and will be my death！”
“I abhor it too；” said he。 “How mournfully the wind blows round us now！”
She did not answer。 Its tone was indeed solemn and pervasive。 pound utterances addressed themselves to their senses； and it was possible to view by ear the features of the neighbourhood。 Acoustic pictures were returned from the darkened scenery； they could hear where the tracts of heather began and ended； where the furze was growing stalky and tall； where it had been recently cut； in what direction the fir…clump lay； and how near was the pit in which the hollies grew； for these differing features had their voices no less than their shapes and colours。
“God； how lonely it is！” resumed Wildeve。 “What are picturesque ravines and mists to us who see nothing else？” Why should we stay here？ Will you go with me to America？
I have kindred in Wisconsin。”
“That wants consideration。”
“It seems impossible to do well here； unless one were a wild bird or a landscape…painter。 Well？”
“Give me time；” she softly said； taking his hand。 “America is so far away。 Are you going to walk with me a little way？”
As Eustacia uttered the latter words she retired from the base of the barrow； and Wildeve followed her； so that the reddleman could hear no more。
He lifted the turves and arose。 Their black figures sank and disappeared from against the sky。 They were as two horns which the sluggish heath had put forth from its crown； like a mollusc； and had now again drawn in。
The reddleman’s walk across the vale； and over into the next where his cart lay； was not sprightly for a slim young fellow of twenty…four。 His spirit was perturbed to aching。 The breezes that blew around his mouth in that walk carried off upon them the accents of a mination。
He entered the van； where there was a fire in a stove。 Without lighting his candle he sat down at once on the three…legged stool； and pondered on what he had seen and heard touching that still…loved one of his。 He uttered a sound which was neither sigh nor sob； but was even more indicative than either of a troubled mind。
“My Tamsie；” he whispered heavily。 “What can be done？ Yes； I will see that Eustacia Vye。”
10 … A Desperate Attempt at Persuasion
The next morning； at the time when the height of the sun appeared very insignificant from any part of the heath as pared with the altitude of Rainbarrow； and when all the little hills in the lower levels were like an archipelago in a fog…formed Aegean； the reddleman came from the brambled nook which he had adopted as his quarters and ascended the slopes of Mistover Knap。
Though these shaggy hills were apparently so solitary； several keen round eyes were always ready on such a wintry morning as this to converge upon a passer…by。 Feathered species sojourned here in hiding which would have created wonder if found elsewhere。 A bustard haunted the spot； and not many years before this five and twenty might have been seen in Egdon at one time。 Marsh…harriers looked up from the valley by Wildeve’s。 A cream…coloured courser had used to visit this hill； a bird so rare that not more than a dozen have ever been seen in England； but a barbarian rested neither night nor day till he had shot the African truant； and after that event cream…coloured coursers thought fit to enter Egdon no more。
A traveller who should walk and observe any of these visitants as Venn observed them now could feel himself to be in direct munication with regions unknown to man。 Here in front of him was a wild mallard—just arrived from the home of the north wind。 The creature brought within him an amplitude of Northern knowledge。 Glacial catastrophes； snowstorm episodes； glittering auroral effects； Polaris in the zenith； Franklin underfoot—the category of his monplaces was wonderful。 But the bird； like many other philosophers； seemed as he looked at the reddleman to think that a present moment of fortable reality was worth a decade of memories。
Venn passed on through these towards the house of the isolated beauty who lived up among them and despised them。 The day was Sunday； but as going to church； except to be married or buried； was exceptional at Egdon； this made little difference。 He had determined upon the bold stroke of asking for an interview with Miss Vye—to attack her position as Thomasin’s rival either by art or by storm； showing therein； somewhat too conspicuously； the want of gallantry characteristic of a certain astute sort of men； from clowns to kings。 The great Frederick making war on the beautiful Archduchess； Napoleon refusing terms to the beautiful Queen of Prussia； were not more dead to difference of sex than the reddleman was； in his peculiar way； in planning the displacement of Eustacia。
To call at the captain’s cottage was always more or less an undertaking for the inferior inhabitants。 Though occasionally chatty； his moods were erratic； and nobody could be certain how he would behave at any particular moment。 Eustacia was reserved； and lived very much to herself。 Except the daughter of one of the cotters； who was their servant； and a lad who worked in the garden and stable； scarcely anyone but themselves ever entered the house。 They were the only genteel people of the district except the Yeobrights； and though far from rich； they did not feel that necessity for preserving a friendly face towards every man； bird； and beast which influenced their poorer neighbours。
When the reddleman entered the garden the old man was looking throug