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nto the heath。 Clym had by this time lit a small fire； and despatched Susan Nunsuch for a frying pan。 Before she had returned Sam came in with three adders； one briskly coiling and uncoiling in the cleft of the stick； and the other two hanging dead across it。
“I have only been able to get one alive and fresh as he ought to be；” said Sam。 “These limp ones are two I killed today at work； but as they don’t die till the sun goes down they can’t be very stale meat。”
The live adder regarded the assembled group with a sinister look in its small black eye； and the beautiful brown and jet pattern on its back seemed to intensify with indignation。 Mrs。 Yeobright saw the creature； and the creature saw her—she quivered throughout； and averted her eyes。
“Look at that；” murmured Christian Cantle。 “Neighbours； how do we know but that something of the old serpent in God’s garden； that gied the apple to the young woman with no clothes； lives on in adders and snakes still？ Look at his eye—for all the world like a villainous sort of black currant。 ‘Tis to be hoped he can’t ill…wish us！ There’s folks in heath who’ve been overlooked already。
I will never kill another adder as long as I live。”
“Well； ‘tis right to be afeard of things； if folks can’t help it；” said Grandfer Cantle。 “’Twould have saved me many a brave danger in my time。”
“I fancy I heard something outside the shed；” said Christian。 “I wish troubles would e in the daytime； for then a man could show his courage； and hardly beg for mercy of the most broomstick old woman he should see； if he was a brave man； and able to run out of her sight！”
“Even such an ignorant fellow as I should know better than do that；” said Sam。
“Well； there’s calamities where we least expect it； whether or no。 Neighbours； if Mrs。 Yeobright were to die； d’ye think we should be took up and tried for the manslaughter of a woman？”
“No； they couldn’t bring it in as that；” said Sam； “unless they could prove we had been poachers at some time of our lives。 But she’ll fetch round。”
“Now； if I had been stung by ten adders I should hardly have lost a day’s work for’t；” said Grandfer Cantle。 “Such is my spirit when I am on my mettle。 But perhaps ‘tis natural in a man trained for war。 Yes； I’ve gone through a good deal； but nothing ever came amiss to me after I joined the Locals in four。” He shook his head and smiled at a mental picture of himself in uniform。 “I was always first in the most galliantest scrapes in my younger days！”
“I suppose that was because they always used to put the biggest fool afore；” said Fairway from the fire； beside which he knelt； blowing it with his breath。
“D’ye think so； Timothy？” said Grandfer Cantle； ing forward to Fairway’s side with sudden depression in his face。 “Then a man may feel for years that he is good solid pany； and be wrong about himself after all？”
“Never mind that question； Grandfer。 Stir your stumps and get some more sticks。 ‘Tis very nonsense of an old man to prattle so when life and death’s in mangling。”
“Yes； yes；” said Grandfer Cantle； with melancholy conviction。 “Well； this is a bad night altogether for them that have done well in their time； and if I were ever such a dab at the hautboy or tenor viol； I shouldn’t have the heart to play tunes upon ‘em now。”
Susan now arrived with the frying pan； when the live adder was killed and the heads of the three taken off。 The remainders； being cut into lengths and split open； were tossed into the pan； which began hissing and crackling over the fire。 Soon a rill of clear oil trickled from the carcases； whereupon Clym dipped the corner of his handkerchief into the liquid and anointed the wound。
8 … Eustacia Hears of Good Fortune； and Beholds Evil
In the meantime Eustacia； left alone in her cottage at Alderworth； had bee considerably depressed by the posture of affairs。 The consequences which might result from Clym’s discovery that his mother had been turned from his door that day were likely to be disagreeable； and this was a quality in events which she hated as much as the dreadful。
To be left to pass the evening by herself was irksome to her at any time； and this evening it was more irksome than usual by reason of the excitements of the past hours。 The two visits had stirred her into restlessness。 She was not wrought to any great pitch of uneasiness by the probability of appearing in an ill light in the discussion between Clym and his mother； but she was wrought to vexation； and her slumbering activities were quickened to the extent of wishing that she had opened the door。 She had certainly believed that Clym was awake； and the excuse would be an honest one as far as it went； but nothing could save her from censure in refusing to answer at the first knock。 Yet； instead of blaming herself for the issue she laid the fault upon the shoulders of some indistinct； colossal Prince of the World； who had framed her situation and ruled her lot。
At this time of the year it was pleasanter to walk by night than by day； and when Clym had been absent about an hour she suddenly resolved to go out in the direction of Blooms…End； on the chance of meeting him on his return。 When she reached the garden gate she heard wheels approaching； and looking round beheld her grandfather ing up in his car。
“I can’t stay a minute； thank ye；” he answered to her greeting。 “I am driving to East Egdon； but I came round here just to tell you the news。 Perhaps you have heard—about Mr。 Wildeve’s fortune？”
“No；” said Eustacia blankly。
“Well； he has e into a fortune of eleven thousand pounds—uncle died in Canada； just after hearing that all his family； whom he was sending home； had gone to the bottom in the Cassiopeia； so Wildeve has e into everything； without in the least expecting it。”
Eustacia stood motionless awhile。 “How long has he known of this？” she asked。
“Well； it was known to him this morning early； for I knew it at ten o’clock； when Charley came back。 Now； he is what I call a lucky man。 What a fool you were； Eustacia！”
“In what way？” she said； lifting her eyes in apparent calmness。
“Why； in not sticking to him when you had him。”
“Had him； indeed！”
“I did not know there had ever been anything between you till lately； and； faith； I should have been hot and strong against it if I had known； but since it seems that there was some sniffing between ye； why the deuce didn’t you stick to him？”
Eustacia made no reply； but she looked as if she could say as much upon that subject as he if she chose。
“And how is your poor purblind husband？” continued the old man。 “Not a bad fellow either； as far as he goes。”
“He is quite well。”
“It is a good thing for his cousin what…d’ye…call…her？ By George； you ought to have been in that galley； my girl！ Now I must drive on。 Do you want any assistance？ What’s mine is yours； you know。”
“Thank you； Grandfather； we are not in want at present；” she said coldly。 “Clym cuts furze； but he does it mostly as a useful pastime； because he can do nothing else。”
“He is paid for his pastime； isn’t he？ Three shillings a hundred； I heard。”
“Clym has money；” she said； colouring； “but he likes to earn a little。”
“Very well； good night。” And the captain drove on。
When her grandfather was gone Eustacia went on her way mechanically； but her thoughts were no longer concerning her mother…in…law and Clym。 Wildeve； notwithstanding his plaints against his fate； had been seized upon by destiny and placed in the sunshine once more。 Eleven thousand pounds！ From every Egdon point of view he was a rich man。 In Eustacia’s eyes； too； it was an ample sum—one sufficient to supply those wants of hers which had been stigmatized by Clym in his more austere moods as vain and luxurious。 Though she was no lover of money she loved what money could bring； and the new accessories she imagined around him clothed Wildeve with a great deal of interest。 She recollected now how quietly well…dressed he had been that morning—he had probably put on his newest suit； regardless of damage by briars and thorns。 And then she thought of his manner towards herself。
“O I see it； I see it；” she said。 “How much he wishes he had me now； that he might give me all I desire！”
In recalling the details of his glances and words—at the time scarcely regarded—it became plain to her how greatly they had been dictated by his knowledge of this new event。 “Had he been a man to bear a jilt ill…will he would have told me of his good fortune in crowing tones； instead of doing that he mentioned not a word； in deference to my misfortunes； and merely implied that he loved me still； as one superior to him。”
Wildeve’s silence that day on what had happened to him was just the kind of behaviour calculated to make an impression on such a woman。 Those delicate touches of good taste were； in fact； one of the strong points in his demeanour towards the other sex。 The peculiarity of Wildeve was that； while at one time passionate； upbraiding； and resentful towards a woman； at another he would treat her with such unparalleled grace as to make previous neglect appear as no discourtesy； injury as no insult； interference as a delicate attention； and the ruin of her honour as excess of chivalry。 This man； whose admiration today Eustacia had disregarded； whose good wishes she had scarcely taken the trouble to accept； whom she had shown out of the house by the back door； was the possessor of eleven thousand pounds—a man of fair professional education； and one who had served his articles with a civil engineer。
So intent was Eustacia upon Wildeve’s fortunes that she forgot how much closer to her own course were those of Clym； and instead of walking on to meet him at once she sat down upon a stone。 She was disturbed in her reverie by a voice behind； and turning her head beheld the old lover and fortunate inheritor of wealth immediately beside her。
She remained sitting； though the fluctuation in her look might have told any man who knew her so well as Wildeve that she was thinking of him。
“How did you e here？” she said in her clear low tone。
“I thought you were at home。”
“I went on to the village after leaving your garden； and now I have e back again—that’s all。 Which way are you walking； may I ask？”
She waved her hand in the direction of Blooms…End。 “I am going to meet my husband。 I think I may possibly have got into trouble whilst you were with me today。”
“How could that be？”
“By not letting in Mrs。 Yeobright。”
“I hope that visit of mine did you no harm。”
“None。 It was not your fault；” she said quietly。
By this time she had risen； and they involuntarily sauntered on together； without speaking； for two or three minutes； when Eustacia broke silence by saying； “I assume I must congratulate you。”
“On what？ O yes； on my eleven thousand pounds； you mean。 Well； since I didn’t get something else； I must be content with getting that。”
“You seem very indifferent about it。 Why didn’t you tell me today when you came？” she said in the tone of a neglected person。 “I heard of it quite by accident。”
“I did mean to tell you；” said Wildeve。 “But I—well； I will speak frankly—I did not like to mention it when I saw； Eustacia； that your star was not high。 The sight of a man lying wearied out with hard work； as your husband lay； made me feel that to brag of my own fortune to you would be greatly out of place。 Yet； as you stood there beside him； I could not help feeling too that in many respects he was a richer man than I。”
At this Eustacia said； with slumbering mischievousness； “What； would you exchange with him—your fortune for me？”
“I certainly would；” said Wildeve。
“As we are imagining what is impossible and absurd； suppose we change the subject？”
“Very well； and I will tell you of my plans for the future； if you care to hear them。 I shall permanently invest nine thousand pounds； keep one thousand as ready money； and with the remaining thousand travel for a year or so。”
“Travel？ What a bright idea！ Where will you go to？”
“From here to Paris； where I shall pass the winter and spring。 Then I shall go to Italy； Greece； Egypt； and Palestine； before the hot weather