re a hundred miles apart instead of four or five。”
“Then there WAS an understanding between him and Clym’s wife when he made a fool of Thomasin！”
“We’ll hope there’s no understanding now。”
“And our hope will probably be very vain。 O Clym！
O Thomasin！”
“There’s no harm done yet。 In fact； I’ve persuaded Wildeve to mind his own business。”
“How？”
“O； not by talking—by a plan of mine called the silent system。”
“I hope you’ll succeed。”
“I shall if you help me by calling and making friends with your son。 You’ll have a chance then of using your eyes。”
“Well； since it has e to this；” said Mrs。 Yeobright sadly； “I will own to you； reddleman； that I thought of going。 I should be much happier if we were reconciled。 The marriage is unalterable； my life may be cut short； and I should wish to die in peace。 He is my only son； and since sons are made of such stuff I am not sorry I have no other。 As for Thomasin； I never expected much from her； and she has not disappointed me。 But I forgave her long ago； and I forgive him now。
I’ll go。”
At this very time of the reddleman’s conversation with Mrs。 Yeobright at Blooms…End another conversation on the same subject was languidly proceeding at Alderworth。
All the day Clym had borne himself as if his mind were too full of its own matter to allow him to care about outward things； and his words now showed what had occupied his thoughts。 It was just after the mysterious knocking that he began the theme。 “Since I have been away today； Eustacia； I have considered that something must be done to heal up this ghastly breach between my dear mother and myself。 It troubles me。”
“What do you propose to do？” said Eustacia abstractedly； for she could not clear away from her the excitement caused by Wildeve’s recent manoeuvre for an interview。
“You seem to take a very mild interest in what I propose； little or much；” said Clym； with tolerable warmth。
“You mistake me；” she answered； reviving at his reproach。
“I am only thinking。”
“What of？”
“Partly of that moth whose skeleton is getting burnt up in the wick of the candle；” she said slowly。 “But you know I always take an interest in what you say。”
“Very well； dear。 Then I think I must go and call upon her。”。。。He went on with tender feeling： “It is a thing I am not at all too proud to do； and only a fear that I might irritate her has kept me away so long。 But I must do something。 It is wrong in me to allow this sort of thing to go on。”
“What have you to blame yourself about？”
“She is getting old； and her life is lonely； and I am her only son。”
“She has Thomasin。”
“Thomasin is not her daughter； and if she were that would not excuse me。 But this is beside the point。 I have made up my mind to go to her； and all I wish to ask you is whether you will do your best to help me—that is； forget the past； and if she shows her willingness to be reconciled； meet her halfway by weling her to our house； or by accepting a wele to hers？”
At first Eustacia closed her lips as if she would rather do anything on the whole globe than what he suggested。 But the lines of her mouth softened with thought； though not so far as they might have softened； and she said； “I will put nothing in your way； but after what has passed it； is asking too much that I go and make advances。”
“You never distinctly told me what did pass between you。”
“I could not do it then； nor can I now。 Sometimes more bitterness is sown in five minutes than can be got rid of in a whole life； and that may be the case here。”
She paused a few moments； and added； “If you had never
returned to your native place； Clym； what a blessing it
would have been for you！。。。It has altered the destinies of“
“Three people。”
“Five；” Eustacia thought； but she kept that in。
5 … The Journey across the Heath
Thursday； the thirty…first of August； was one of a series of days during which snug houses were stifling； and when cool draughts were treats； when cracks appeared in clayey gardens； and were called “earthquakes” by apprehensive children； when loose spokes were discovered in the wheels of carts and carriages； and when stinging insects haunted the air； the earth； and every drop of water that was to be found。
In Mrs。 Yeobright’s garden large…leaved plants of a tender kind flagged by ten o’clock in the morning； rhubarb bent downward at eleven； and even stiff cabbages were limp by noon。
It was about eleven o’clock on this day that Mrs。 Yeobright started across the heath towards her son’s house； to do her best in getting reconciled with him and Eustacia； in conformity with her words to the reddleman。 She had hoped to be well advanced in her walk before the heat of the day was at its highest； but after setting out she found that this was not to be done。 The sun had branded the whole heath with its mark； even the purple heath…flowers having put on a brownness under the dry blazes of the few preceding days。 Every valley was filled with air like that of a kiln； and the clean quartz sand of the winter water…courses； which formed summer paths； had undergone a species of incineration since the drought had set in。
In cool； fresh weather Mrs。 Yeobright would have found no inconvenience in walking to Alderworth； but the present torrid attack made the journey a heavy undertaking for a woman past middle age； and at the end of the third mile she wished that she had hired Fairway to drive her a portion at least of the distance。 But from the point at which she had arrived it was as easy to reach Clym’s house as to get home again。 So she went on； the air around her pulsating silently； and oppressing the earth with lassitude。 She looked at the sky overhead； and saw that the sapphirine hue of the zenith in spring and early summer had been replaced by a metallic violet。
Occasionally she came to a spot where independent worlds of ephemerons were passing their time in mad carousal； some in the air； some on the hot ground and vegetation； some in the tepid and stringy water of a nearly dried pool。 All the shallower ponds had decreased to a vaporous mud amid which the maggoty shapes of innumerable obscure creatures could be indistinctly seen； heaving and wallowing with enjoyment。 Being a woman not disinclined to philosophize she sometimes sat down under her umbrella to rest and to watch their happiness； for a certain hopefulness as to the result of her visit gave ease to her mind； and between important thoughts left it free to dwell on any infinitesimal matter which caught her eyes。
Mrs。 Yeobright had never before been to her son’s house； and its exact position was unknown to her。 She tried one ascending path and another； and found that they led her astray。 Retracing her steps； she came again to an open level； where she perceived at a distance a man at work。 She went towards him and inquired the way。
The labourer pointed out the direction； and added； “Do you see that furze…cutter； ma’am； going up that footpath yond？”
Mrs。 Yeobright strained her eyes； and at last said that she did perceive him。
“Well； if you follow him you can make no mistake。
He’s going to the same place； ma’am。”
She followed the figure indicated。 He appeared of a russet hue； not more distinguishable from the scene around him than the green caterpillar from the leaf it feeds on。 His progress when actually walking was more rapid than Mrs。 Yeobright’s； but she was enabled to keep at an equable distance from him by his habit of stopping whenever he came to a brake of brambles； where he paused awhile。 On ing in her turn to each of these spots she found half a dozen long limp brambles which he had cut from the bush during his halt and laid out straight beside the path。 They were evidently intended for furze…faggot bonds which he meant to collect on his return。
The silent being who thus occupied himself seemed to be of no more account in life than an insect。 He appeared as a mere parasite of the heath； fretting its surface in his daily labour as a moth frets a garment； entirely engrossed with its products； having no knowledge of anything in the world but fern； furze； heath； lichens； and moss。
The furze…cutter was so absorbed in the business of his journey that he never turned his head； and his leather…legged and gauntleted form at length became to her as nothing more than a moving handpost to show her the way。 Suddenly she was attracted to his individuality by observing peculiarities in his walk。 It was a gait she had seen somewhere before； and the gait revealed the man to her； as the gait of Ahimaaz in the distant plain made him known to the watchman of the king。 “His walk is exactly as my husband’s used to be；” she said； and then the thought burst upon her that the furze…cutter was her son。
She was scarcely able to familiarize herself with this strange reality。 She had been told that Clym was in the habit of cutting furze； but she had supposed that he occupied himself with the labour only at odd times； by way of useful pastime； yet she now beheld him as a furze…cutter and nothing more—wearing the regulation dress of the craft； and thinking the regulation thoughts； to judge by his motions。 Planning a dozen hasty schemes for at once preserving him and Eustacia from this mode of life； she throbbingly followed the way； and saw him enter his own door。
At one side of Clym’s house was a knoll； and on the top of the knoll a clump of fir trees so highly thrust up into the sky that their foliage from a distance appeared as a black spot in the air above the crown of the hill。 On reaching this place Mrs。 Yeobright felt distressingly agitated； weary； and unwell。 She ascended； and sat down under their shade to recover herself； and to consider how best to break the ground with Eustacia； so as not to irritate a woman underneath whose apparent indolence lurked passions even stronger and more active than her own。
The trees beneath which she sat were singularly battered； rude； and wild； and for a few minutes Mrs。 Yeobright dismissed thoughts of her own storm…broken and exhausted state to contemplate theirs。 Not a bough in the nine trees which posed the group but was splintered； lopped； and distorted by the fierce weather that there held them