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Wildeve's were 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?"
Yeobright's diplomacy was indeed remarkable, though not as yet of the kind she had anticipated. It had appreciably influenced Wildeve, but it was influencing Eustacia far more. Her lover was no longer to her an exciting man whom many women strove for, and herself could only retain by striving with them. He was a superfluity.
Yeobright. "Have they gone to their new home?" "I don't know. I have had no news from Mistover since Thomasin left to go." "You did not go with her?" said she, as if there might be good reasons why. "I could not," said Wildeve, reddening slightly. "We could not both leave the house; it was rather a busy morning, on account of Anglebury Great Market.
"I will run down myself," said Eustacia. She went down. Wildeve had alighted, and was standing before the horse's head when Eustacia opened the door. He did not turn for a moment, thinking the comer Thomasin. Then he looked, started ever so little, and said one word: "Well?" "I have not yet told him," she replied in a whisper. "Then don't do so till he is well it will be fatal.
"But what's the meaning of it all?" demanded Mrs. Yeobright haughtily. "Take a seat," said Wildeve, placing chairs for the two women. "Well, it was a very stupid mistake, but such mistakes will happen. The license was useless at Anglebury. It was made out for Budmouth, but as I didn't read it I wasn't aware of that." "But you had been staying at Anglebury?" "No.
I saw a woman on Rainbarrow at dusk looking down towards my house. I think I drew out you before you drew out me." The revived embers of an old passion glowed clearly in Wildeve now; and he leant forward as if about to put his face towards her cheek. "O no," she said, intractably moving to the other side of the decayed fire. "What did you mean by that?" "Perhaps I may kiss your hand?"
He looked absently towards Rainbarrow while one might have counted twenty, and said, as if he did not much mind all this, "Yes, I will go home. Do you mean to see me again?" "If you own to me that the wedding is broken off because you love me best." "I don't think it would be good policy," said Wildeve, smiling. "You would get to know the extent of your power too clearly." "But tell me!"
Wildeve must not suppose he can play tricks upon me, or any belonging to me." "It was not that. The license was wrong, and he couldn't get another the same day. He will tell you in a moment how it was, if he comes." "Why didn't he bring you back?" "That was me!" again sobbed Thomasin. "When I found we could not be married I didn't like to come back with him, and I was very ill.
Now, gambling is a species of amusement which is much more easily begun with full pockets than left off with the same; and though Wildeve in a cooler temper might have prudently declined this invitation, the excitement of his recent success carried him completely away. He placed one of the guineas on a slab beside the reddleman's sovereign. "Mine is a guinea," he said.
"I feel'd for all the world like some bold soldier after I had had some once," said Christian. "You shall feel so again," said Wildeve, with condescension, "Cups or glasses, gentlemen?" "Well, if you don't mind, we'll have the beaker, and pass 'en round; 'tis better than heling it out in dribbles." "Jown the slippery glasses," said Grandfer Cantle.
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