Chapter 6 Chapter Five: The Dilemma of the Honest Man

It seemed that Thomasy was completely overwhelmed by the aunt's change of attitude.What's the matter is what is the matter: I'm not married, she replied feebly.Forgive my aunt, I am sorry that such an unfortunate incident should have happened and you should be disgraced.But there is nothing I can do about it. What are you mentioning me for?Think about yourself first. No one is wrong about this.When we got there, the priest wouldn't let us have the wedding because there were some irregularities in the marriage license. What's out of order? I don't know either.Mr. Wildford could explain it.When I left this morning, I never expected to come back like this.It was dark, and Thomasy let the tears of emotion roll down her cheeks silently, but no one could see them.

I was almost about to say that you deserved it, if I didn't think I shouldn't say that. At this time, Mrs. Yeobright had two completely different moods in her heart, one was sympathy, the other was anger. pregnancy.Remember, Thomasy, that's not what I want to see; from the very beginning, when you foolishly fell in love with that man, I warned you that he wouldn't bring you happiness .I had such a strong feeling that I stood up in church. I could hardly believe myself that I should have acted like this. Well, I ended up being the talk of the town for weeks on end.But then again, once I agree to this marriage, I will never agree to those unreasonable whims.Once engaged you must marry him.

At what point do you think I had other plans?asked Thomasy back, with a thoughtful sigh.I also know that I made a huge mistake in falling in love with him, but, aunt, please don't make me suffer with such words, aunt!You didn't want me to live there with him in the first place, did you?Your home is the only place I can go back to.He said we would be married in a day or two. I hope he never sees you. That's right, then I'll be the most unfortunate woman in the world, don't let him see me again.No, I don't want him anymore! It's too late to say that now.Come with me.I'll go into the inn to see if he's back.Of course, I must find out about this at once.Mr. Wildford will not expect to play tricks on me, or tricks of the sort to deceive me.

That's not the case.It was the wrong marriage license, and he couldn't issue another one that day.If he comes back, he'll be able to tell you what's going on right away. Then why didn't he bring you back with him? It's what I don't want to do!Thomasy was sobbing again, and when I found out we couldn't get married, I didn't want to come back with him, I was very uncomfortable.Then I saw Digory.Wayne, I'm happy to have him take me home.I can only explain this to you in this way, if you want to get angry, then you can. I'd like to see what's the matter, said Mrs Yeobright; and they went on to the inn.This is a small inn known far and near as a lady's shop. The signboard depicts a housewife with her head under her arm. Underneath this creepy image are the regular customers of the inn Those two couplets that are very familiar:

There is such a woman as Shujing no man's nonsense The front of the inn faces the moor and the rain mounds, and the dark shadows of the tall rain mounds seem to be watching the small inn.There is an unnoticed bronze plate on the door, which is unexpectedly engraved on it: Engineer Wilderf. This is what he left behind when he started his career. He sent it to a company in Bellekou, only to be disappointed, making the bronze an exciting but useless relic.Behind the inn is the garden, and beyond that is a quiet and deep stream, which separates this place from the moor, and across the stream is the meadow.

But the darkness of the night now made it impossible to see anything but the outline of the sky.The sound of gurgling water behind the house can be clearly heard, and the slowly rotating eddy crawls in the creek between rows of reeds, and the dry reeds with fluffy heads form a screen on both sides of the bank.When the breeze blows, the reeds rub against each other, making a burst of sound, just like the prayers of the church congregation humbly, and the sound makes people know the existence of this reed. The candle-lit window had no curtains drawn, so those who had previously lit a bonfire in the valley could see the candlelight emanating from there, but the sill of this window was so high that passers-by could not see into the house from outside. of movement.A large shadow covered half of the ceiling, and it was vaguely discernible that it was the figure of a man.

He seems to be at home.said Mrs Yeobright. Shall I go in too, Aunt?Thomasy asked feebly.I can't think about it; that's not good. Of course you have to go in there in front of your face, so he can't make a lie about me.We can't stay in the house for five minutes and then we can go home. Entering the open passage, she knocked a few times on the inner drawing-room door, turned it open, and peered in. Before Mrs. Yeobright's eyes came the back and shoulders of a man before the fire.That was Wilderf, he immediately turned his head, stood up, and went forward to greet the two visitors.

He was still a very young lad, and his manner attracted more attention, both in his shape and in his manner.His graceful manners were remarkable, and throughout his life he could have dazzled women with every move and gesture.The next thing that attracts attention is the various parts of his body, among which a thick and thick hair is seen, falling from the head to the forehead, his forehead is high and full, and the outline is like an early Gothic shield; The round and smooth neck is like a cylinder.His lower body was light and well-proportioned.In short, he is a man who is not envied by men, but not hated by women.

He caught sight of the young girl standing in the passage, and said, Thomasy, so you're home.Honey, how could you just leave me like that?Turning again to Mrs. Yeobright: it's no use rushing her.She just wanted to go, alone. But what happened to all this?Mrs. Yeobright asked haughtily. Sit down, please," said Wildeff, bringing chairs for the two ladies.Alas, what a stupid mistake, but such mistakes happen.That marriage license is not valid in Cape Fort.Its scope of use is only in Bei Leikou, but I haven't read it carefully before, so I don't know it at all. But haven't you stayed in the corner castle all the time?

No, I've been in Belei's mouth until two days ago. I originally planned to marry her there; but when I went to pick her up, we decided to go to the corner to get married, and we forgot to open a new marriage certificate. license.It was too late to rush back to Bei Leikou. I think it's all your fault.said Mrs Yeobright. It's all my fault we chose the Horn, Thomasy said earnestly.I don't think anyone knows me there, so I propose to get married there. I know very well that the responsibility for this is entirely mine, and you don't need to remind me.Wildeve answered simply.

It's not the end of the story when this happens, said my aunt, it will do me and my family a great disservice; and we'll have a pretty hard time when it's known.What face will she have to meet her friend tomorrow?Such a blow is too great, and I cannot let it go easily.It might even affect her reputation. rambling.Wildeve said. While they were talking like this, Thomasy's big bright eyes kept looking from one person's face to another's face. Hearing this, she said anxiously, "Auntie, can you let me go alone with you?" Damon for five minutes?Are you okay, Damon? Of course, my dear, said Wildef, if your aunt doesn't mind.He took her into an adjoining room, and left Mrs Yeobright alone by the fire. As soon as the door closed and they were alone in the room, Thomasy turned her pale, tear-stained face to him and said, This is going to kill me, Damon!I didn't get mad at you and leave you this morning at Hornburg; I was just so frightened that I didn't even know what I was saying.I didn't tell my aunt how miserable I was today; it was so hard for me to keep my breath, to control my voice, to smile, and to pretend I didn't care; but I did my best, so that she I won't be more angry with you.My dear, I know there is nothing you can do about it, no matter what Auntie may think. She was so unpleasant. Yeah, Thomasy murmured, I think I seem to be the same Damon now, what are you going to do with me now? What can I do with you? That's right.The things that people who don't like you whisper, sometimes really make me suspicious of you.I think we're going to get married, aren't we? Of course we are going to get married.All we have to do is go to Buleikou on Monday and we can have the wedding right away. Then you must go!Oh, Damon, what do you really want me to say!She puts her handkerchief to her face, and here I am begging you to marry me; but it is right that you should kneel and beg me, your hard mistress, not to refuse your request, that if I do you will let you Heartbreak.I used to think how sweet it would be; but it's not like that at all! Yeah, real life is never like that. Personally, though, I wouldn't care if it didn't happen at all, she added, showing a little self-respect: Yes, I can live without you.The only thing I can't let go of is my aunt.She is so proud, and all she can think about is the family's reputation, and before this news spreads, she will die of shame.And my cousin Clem would be greatly hurt by it. He must have been very irrational in that sense.In fact, you are all irrational. Thomasy blushed slightly, but not out of love.Although she blushed at the present feeling, it was only a moment later, and she said again humbly, if I could help it, I would not want it at all.I just think you'll find a way to influence my aunt eventually. In all fairness, it's more or less my job, said Wilderf, to think of what I've been put through to win her consent; a marriage announcement being denied is an insult to any man. , and to a man like me who is both sensitive and melancholy, only heaven understands, it is nothing more than a double insult.I'll never forget the wedding announcement to deny it.An even more unreasonable man, as long as he is in my current position, he will definitely give up and let your aunt take advantage of this matter. She looked at him sullenly with sad eyes as he spoke, and her manner suggested that he was not alone in the room with such sensitivity.Seeing her in such pain, he also seemed uneasy, and hurriedly continued, you know, this is just a reaction.I have no intention of not wanting to get married, and my Tansy I can't stand it. I know you can't take it!said the pretty girl, her face glowing again.You can't bear to see a little bit of pain, or any unpleasant words, or even a little unpleasant smell. You will never cause pain to me and my family. As long as there is a way, I will definitely not. Hold out your hand, Damon. He inadvertently extended his hand to her. Hey, my God, what's the matter?he said suddenly. They heard loud singing in front of the inn.In this clamor, two voices stand out clearly and clearly: one is a thick and loud low-pitched voice, and the other is a shrill high-pitched voice with a wheezing sound.Thomasy recognized that it was Timothy.Fareway and Master Cantor's voice. How is this going?Let's hope it's not a rowdy joyous parade.She said, looking at Wildeff with fearful eyes. Of course not; no, it's just the wilderness folks coming to sing us a welcome.It was unbearable!He started walking up and down the house when the people outside started singing happily He told her that she was the joy of his life. If she doesn't object he will marry her; She couldn't refuse, and they both went to church, Young Will was carried away, young Sue was very pleased, He held her on his knees and kissed her, There is no other man in the world who is as cute as him! Mrs. Yeobright burst in from the outer room.Thomasy, Thomasy!she exclaimed, looking bitterly at Wildeff: what a wonderful appearance!Let's run away, let's go! But it was too late now to go out the door.There was a confused knock on the front door.Wildef, who had gone to the window, came back again. stop!he said eagerly, laying his hand on Mrs Yeobright's arm.We were surrounded on all sides.It wasn't just one person there, there were fifty of them.You stay in the house with Thomasy, I'll go out and deal with them.For my sake, you've got to sit still and wait for them to go away so that it looks like nothing's going on here.Now, dear Tansy, don't show yourself till it's over and we're bound to get married; you can see that as plainly as I can.Sit still, that's all, don't talk too much.I will deal with them.A bunch of stupid idiots! He pushed the frightened girl into a chair, turned around and went to the outer room, and opened the door.Immediately there appeared the figure of Master Cantor in the doorway, singing with those who stood in front of the house.He entered the room, nodding absently at Wildeff, his mouth still parted, his features strained from the chorus.After the song was over, he opened his mouth very sincerely, and came to welcome the newlyweds, God bless you! Thanks.said Wildoff, in a dry, exasperated voice, and his face was clouded as if a storm were approaching. Immediately after Mr. Canter came a great party, including Fareway, Christine, Sam the Peat Digger, Humphrey, and a dozen others.All the people were smiling at Wildeff, and all of them were smiling at his table and chairs and whatnot, and they were all smiles. We were still behind Mrs. Yeobright after all.Fareway said he recognized Mrs. Yeobright's hat through a glass partition separating the drawing room into which they had entered from the inner room where the two women sat.You see, Mr. Wildford, we came by the road, and she came by the side road. I saw the bride's little head!From there, too, Master Canter recognized Thomasy, looking pitiful and timid, beside her aunt.Not quite used to being here yet Well, it's okay, there's plenty of time. Wildeff didn't answer, perhaps he thought that the sooner he brought out something to entertain them, the sooner the group would leave, so he took out a stone wine jar and immediately added a warm taste to everything. I knew that was exactly the kind of wine that should be brought out on this occasion.Uncle Cantor said that he was in no hurry to taste it if he wanted to show the bearing that a decent person should have. Yes, Wildoff said, some old mead.I hope you will like it. Oh hi!The visitors responded from the bottom of their hearts, and it was quite natural and appropriate to use such an answer to disguise a more earnest emotion when politeness was required.There is no better wine in the world. I can swear, there won't be a better wine.Lord Cantor added that if there was anything wrong with the mead it was that it was so intoxicating that it made one drowsy for a while.But thank goodness tomorrow is Sunday. Once I drank some of this wine, I felt completely like a fearless soldier.Christine said.You'll feel that way again, Wildoff said condescendingly, "Shottip or glass, gentlemen?" Well, if you don't mind, let's pass the drink in the stemless wine glass, so as not to pour it all over the wine. No slippery glass like that, says Uncle Cantor, Hey folks, what's the point of a glass like that, and you can't put it in the embers to warm it up, don't I mean? ? Exactly, sir.Sam answered; and the mead went round. Well, Timothy.Fareway spoke, always feeling that he should say something nice of one kind or another.It's a good thing to be married, Mr. Wildford; and this woman you've got is a treasure, that's what I say.That's right, he turned to Master Cantor, raising his voice so that those in the compartment could hear that her father (who turned his head to the side of the room) had been a good man so far.He was always extremely resentful of anything dishonorable. Isn't that less dangerous?asked Christine. There's very few in our place who can compete with him, Sam said.Whenever there was a party, he was always at the front of the band, playing the clarinet, as if he had never played anything but the clarinet in his life.When he got to the church door, he would drop the clarinet, go up the balcony, grab the double bass, and play it himself, as if he never played an instrument other than the double bass.People who really know what a staff is are going to say, that's right, I don't think this is the same guy who just played the clarinet so well! I still remember, said the thorn woodcutter, how marvelous it was that a man could hold that clarinet all the time and never miss a finger. And Kingsbere Church.Fareway tore it off again, as if one had opened up a new vein of the same bonanza. Wildeve felt so unbearable that he couldn't even breathe, and he looked through the partition to the two women who were shut inside. He always went out on Sunday afternoons to visit his old acquaintance Andrew.Brown, the best clarinetist around here; a pretty good guy too, though he plays a little harshly, you remember? That's what happened. Sometimes at church the Yeobright folks would take Andrew's place and let Andrew take a nap, as any friend would do. Any friend would do the same.said Mr. Cantor, while the rest of the audience was silent, but nodded their heads in agreement. As soon as Andrew fell asleep, fellow Yeobright blew the first clarinet note from his clarinet, and everyone in the church immediately realized that there was an unusual person among them.All heads are turned away, and everybody's going to say, ah, I think it's him!I well remember one Sunday when it was double bass day, and Yeobright brought his own violin.It was Hymn 133, played in the key of Lydia.When they sang together that it was like the precious oil poured over Aaron's head, down his beard, and down the skirt of his coat, the fellow Yeobright threw himself into his performance, and he yanked the bow , almost pulling that violin in two.All the windows in the church rattled, as if a storm was coming.The old Reverend Williams, in his holy white surplice, raised his hands as naturally as he did in his homely clothes, and seemed to say to himself, Oh, there is such a marvelous man in our parish!But there is indeed no one in Kingspierre who can match Yeobright. Isn't it dangerous for the windows to vibrate like that?asked Christine. No one answered him; at this moment, everyone sat there fascinated by the performance scene depicted.Just like Farinelli [Note: The famous Italian tenor singer. ] Singing loudly in front of the princesses, Sheridan [Note: British comedy writer, politician and orator. ] The famous Bigham speech, and other instances of this kind, the late Mr. Yeobright's feat was all the more glorious on that memorable afternoon, as the spectacle has long since been lost to the world. Now, of course, it would probably be discredited if it were possible to compare and judge it with other examples. Never imagined that he would die young.Humphrey said. Alas, he was half buried a few months before his death.At that time, women were always running races in the Green Mountain Market, competing for nightgowns and gowns. My wife was still a long-legged girl who loved to jump and dance, and she was not as tall as a girl who came out of the court. The other bitches went along, because she hadn't gotten all that bulky yet, and was a good runner.When she got home, I said we were just married then baby, what did you win?I won ah, I won a piece of cloth.she replied, blushing for a moment.It must be underwear and not a robe, I thought; it was underwear.Well, it's strange to think about it, now she doesn't blush when she tells me anything, but then she couldn't even say such a small thing, and what she said then is what I'm going to say now This matter, hey, it doesn't matter what kind of clothes I get, white or flowery, visible or unseen, (in those days, it really counted Makes a fine dress.) I'd rather have it than see what I've seen.Poor Mr. Yeobright became very ill as soon as he arrived at the fair, and was sent home again.That was the last time he was seen at the parish. He grew weaker and weaker day by day, and it was not long before it was heard that he had died. Do you think it will be painful when he dies?asked Christine. Oh no; it's something else entirely.He has no pain of heart.How lucky he was to be a man of Almighty God. But what about the others, Mr. Fairway, do you think they will be miserable? That depends on whether they are afraid. I'm not afraid at all, and I thank God!Christine said nervously, I'm glad I'm not afraid, so I won't feel the pain then I don't think I'll be afraid but there's nothing I can do if I'm afraid, I can't take the pain.I just hope I'm not scared when the time comes. There was a dignified silence, when Timothy, looking out of the open window, said, Well, what about that little fire, the one near old Captain Vey's!It's strange, the bonfire has always been burning so vigorously, and it hasn't changed at all. All eyes were turned out of the window, and no one noticed that Wildeff hastened to conceal the instant flash in his face, which showed that he knew what was going on.It was true, in the dim moor valley in the distance, to the right of Rain Tomb, the fire could indeed be seen, small, but, as before, burning steadily and undiminished. It was lit before our campfire, Fairway went on to himself, but now all the fires around were extinguished, but it was still burning. Maybe the fire was burning so well!Christine murmured. What name?Wildford asked bluntly. Christine was thinking about things and didn't answer for a while, but Timothy answered for him. Sir, what he means is, the black-eyed beauty who lives there, some people say she's a witch can't help it, I can only add that to such a beautiful girl She always looks so arrogant and weird ;Perhaps she is really a witch. If she doesn't mind, I'd really like to propose to her, even if her imperious black eyes bring me bad luck.Uncle Cantor said in a firm tone. Dad, don't say that!Christine pleaded. Well, it would dazzle the eyes of any man who married this woman, and he would not have to hang an unusual picture of a beauty in his best drawing room.Fayway said crisply, took a big gulp of the mead, and put down the goblet. And get a partner as deep as a North Star, too.Saying so, Sam raised his glass and drank what was left in the glass. Yo, seriously, I think we should go, said Humphrey, looking at the empty wine jug. But shouldn't we dedicate another song to them?I am like a bird, says Uncle Canter, who speaks words as soon as he opens his mouth! Thanks, sir, said Wildeff.But we don't want to bother you now.Sing it in a few days and then I'll have a party. Just wait and see, I'll learn ten new songs to sing in due time, or I'll be nothing!said Mr. Cantor, you may take my word for it, and I will not let you down, Mr. Wildeff. I trust you completely.said the gentleman. So saying they departed, wishing their master a happy and healthy newly-married life, and thus some delay.Wildef showed them to the door.Beyond the door was the great expanse of heath stretching upwards, and below their feet was the endless blackness reaching to the sky, where for the first time a figure could be seen appearing in the lower front of Rain Tomb.Led by Sam who was digging peat, a group of people filed into the dense night, each finding his way home. When the rustling of gorse against their leggings was no longer heard, Wildoff went back to the room where he had left Thomasy and her aunt.The women are gone. The only way they could get out of here was through the rear window; sure enough, the window was wide open. Wildeff laughed at himself, thought for a while, and returned to the front room bored.His eyes fell instantly on a bottle on the mantelpiece.Oh old Dalton!He murmured to himself; he went to the kitchen door and yelled loudly: Is there anyone, who can help bring something to Old Dalton? No one answered.The room was deserted, and the young man who helped him with chores was asleep.Wilder went back to the house, put on his hat, took the bottle, and left the house, locking the door, for there was no one in the inn tonight.As soon as he walked on the path, the small bonfire on Misty Hill came into his sight. My lady, are you still waiting there?he murmured. However, he didn't go in that direction at the moment; he turned to the right of the hill, and he walked on a rutted road toward a hut, like all the houses on the moor, the only one at this time. Only a faint light from the bedroom window of the cabin can make people see where the cabin is. This is Ollie with the broom.Dalton's house, Wilderf walked in. Downstairs it was dark; but he groped to find a table, on which he put the bottle of wine, and in a minute he was again on the moor.He stood up straight and looked northeast toward the small, ever-burning fire. It was high above his head, though not as high as Rain Graves. We have seen what happens when a woman is thinking deeply; such epigrams are not always reserved for women as long as a woman is involved in a thing, and a pretty woman at that.Wildoff stopped, and stood for a long while, breathing deeply, looking perplexed, and then said helplessly to himself, Well, for God's sake, I think, I must go to her! 【Note】This sentence comes from the British writer and poet Joseph.The thoughtful woman in Addison's (1672 | 1719) tragedy Cato is the distracted sentence. He didn't go in the direction of home, but walked quickly along a path under the rain mound to the light, no doubt, it was a signal.