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He was standing, as it might be, Mister Yeobright, in the middle of the path to Mistover, and your mother came up, looking as pale " "Yes, when was that?" "Last summer, in my dream." "Pooh! Who's the man?" "Diggory, the reddleman. He called upon her and sat with her the evening before she set out to see you. I hadn't gone home from work when he came up to the gate."
This had been a well-known signal in old times when Wildeve had used to come secretly wooing to Mistover. She at once knew that Wildeve was outside, but before she could consider what to do her husband came in from upstairs. Eustacia's face burnt crimson at the unexpected collision of incidents, and filled it with an animation that it too frequently lacked.
Yeobright returning homeward as she had come. By far the greatest effect of her simple strategy on that day was, as often happens, in a quarter quite outside her view when arranging it. In the first place, her visit sent Wildeve the same evening after dark to Eustacia's house at Mistover. At this hour the lonely dwelling was closely blinded and shuttered from the chill and darkness without.
Fidelity to her husband had that evening induced her to conceal all suspicion that Wildeve's interest in Eustacia had not ended with his marriage. But she knew nothing positive; and though Clym was her well-beloved cousin there was one nearer to her still. When, a little later, Wildeve returned from his walk to Mistover, Thomasin said, "Damon, where have you been?
Were Eustacia still at Mistover the very least he expected was that she would send him back a reply tonight by the same hand; though, to leave all to her inclination, he had cautioned Fairway not to ask for an answer. If one were handed to him he was to bring it immediately; if not, he was to go straight home without troubling to come round to Blooms-End again that night.
One day just before this time Wildeve was standing at the door of the Quiet Woman. In addition to the upward path through the heath to Rainbarrow and Mistover, there was a road which branched from the highway a short distance below the inn, and ascended to Mistover by a circuitous and easy incline. This was the only route on that side for vehicles to the captain's retreat.
"In that case I'll branch off here, mother. I am going to Mistover." Mrs. Yeobright turned to him inquiringly. "I am going to help them get the bucket out of the captain's well," he continued. "As it is so very deep I may be useful. And I should like to see this Miss Vye not so much for her good looks as for another reason." "Must you go?" his mother asked. "I thought to." And they parted.
Fidelity to her husband had that evening induced her to conceal all suspicion that Wildeve's interest in Eustacia had not ended with his marriage. But she knew nothing positive; and though Clym was her well-beloved cousin there was one nearer to her still. When, a little later, Wildeve returned from his walk to Mistover, Thomasin said, "Damon, where have you been?
He was standing, as it might be, Mister Yeobright, in the middle of the path to Mistover, and your mother came up, looking as pale " "Yes, when was that?" "Last summer, in my dream." "Pooh! Who's the man?" "Diggory, the reddleman. He called upon her and sat with her the evening before she set out to see you. I hadn't gone home from work when he came up to the gate."
Tying up these in small canvas bags, she went down to the garden and called to Christian Cantle, who was loitering about in hope of a supper which was not really owed him. Mrs. Yeobright gave him the moneybags, charged him to go to Mistover, and on no account to deliver them into any one's hands save her son's and Thomasin's.
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