Chapter 15 Chapter 3 A little sound triggers a sweet dream

Eustacia stood on the moor, gazing in the direction of Mrs Yeobright's house.There was not a single light to be seen, not a single sound to be heard, and nothing moved.The evening was chilly, and the place was dark and lonely.She guessed the visitor hadn't arrived yet, and after standing like this for ten or fifteen minutes, she turned back and walked home. Before she took a few steps towards the loop, she heard voices in front of her. It turned out that there were several people on this small road who were talking and walking towards her.After a while, against the dim sky, the heads of these people could be seen.They walked very slowly, although it was too dark to recognize who they were, but judging from their walking gait, they were not workers working on the wasteland.Eustacia took a short step to the side of the path and let them pass.It was two women and a man, Mrs Yeobright and Thomasy, identified in the voice.

They passed by her, and at the moment they passed by, they seemed to see her vague figure, and she heard a man's voice in her ears, good evening!She replied with a low hello, walked over briskly, and then turned her head to look back.For a moment, she couldn't believe that there was such an unexpected coincidence in the world that she met the soul of the house she had deliberately checked. If it wasn't for this man, she would never have thought of coming out to check It's a trip. She tried to open her eyes wide, trying to see them clearly, but couldn't.However, she was so focused that her ears completed the function of her eyes, and she could hear everything and see everything clearly.At such times it is almost plausible that the senses have this enlarged function.Deaf Doctor Kito [Note: He is deaf in both ears, but he still became a famous "Bible" scholar. 】Due to long-term hard work, he said that his body has become very sensitive to vibrations, and he can feel everything that his ears can hear. It is indeed possible that he has this dual function.

She could hear every word said by the few people who walked past.They're not talking about something dark and dark.Like those long-separated relatives who miss each other when they reunite, they are talking warmly about some light, homely conversations.But these were not the words Eustacia heard, and after a few minutes she could not even remember what they had said.All she heard was the voice of the man who came in and out of that conversation and who probably said only a tenth of the thing in that conversation, the voice that had said goodnight to her.Sometimes the voice said yes, and sometimes no; sometimes it asked someone here from years ago.Once she heard the voice speak of the hills around here with such an amiable tone that it really surprised her, for she saw it quite differently from it.

The voices of the three people passed away, and the voices gradually became softer, and finally she couldn't hear anything.That's all she heard, and she didn't hear the rest.But nothing could excite her more.Throughout the afternoon, she was almost immersed in the imagination of this man who came back directly from the beautiful city of Paris. The man had already greeted and asked her. With the departure of these figures, she completely forgot the rambling words of those two women, and what she firmly remembered was only the man's voice.just one voice Say, is there anything particularly touching in the voice of Mrs. Yeobright's son, Clem?No, it's just that there are too many meanings in this voice.The person who said good evening may have emotional things happen to him.Eustacia's imagination answered all questions except this enigmatic figure.What would his taste be like for this man who regarded poverty as a kind and friendly man?

Under such circumstances, a passionate woman's mind is filled with countless thoughts, and they are all expressed in her face; , Eustacia's facial expression showed such a rhythmic process of change.Her face brightened; then she remembered the wildness of her imagination, and her face became grim; then she cheered up; her face burned, and then became gloomy.As the thoughts in her mind kept running, there were repeated changes in the expression on her face from hot to cold. Eustacia went into her own house, still in the throes of excitement.Her grandfather was enjoying himself by the fire, scraping away the ashes to reveal the red-hot turf, so that their flickering flames illuminated the hearth and coated it with boilers. similar color.

Why have we never been friendly with the Yeobrights?As she said this, she stepped forward and stretched out her soft hands to the fire for warmth.I wish we had been with his family all the time.They seem to be pretty nice people. If I knew why I should die a good death, said the old captain, and I liked the old master of the house very much, though he was as rough as a hedgerow.But you should never think of going there, even if you have, I'm quite sure of that. Why shouldn't I go to his house? You are a city person, and you will find that his family is too rustic.They sat in the kitchen drinking mead and elderberry wine and the floor was sand to keep it clean.That's a smart way of living, but would you like it?

I thought Mrs. Yeobright was a woman of character, wasn't she a curate's daughter? That was true; but she had no choice but to live like her husband's; and I think she is quite comfortable with it by now.Ah, I remember, I accidentally offended her once, and I haven't seen her since. It was such an important night in Eustacia's mind that she could hardly forget it.She had a dream that few people came from Nebuchadnezzar [Note: King of Babylon, captured and burned Jerusalem; built the Tower of Babylon and the Hanging Gardens. ] Down to Swiftham [Note: A town in Norfolk, England. ]'s tinker had more interesting dreams than hers.Certainly no girl in Eustacia's position had ever had such a detailed, intricate, and exciting dream before.It is like a labyrinth in Crete [Note: The labyrinth was built in Crete in Greek mythology to confine the bull-headed monster. 】It is as intricate as a dream within a dream; it is as changeable as the Northern Lights, as colorful as a flower bed in June, and as diverse as a coronation ceremony.The bride who told stories to Queen Scheherazade [Note: The Sultan in "One Thousand and One Nights". To a girl who had just returned from a tour of the courts of various European countries, the dream might not have been so interesting.But considering the circumstances and experiences of Eustacia's life, such a dream was a novelty indeed.

Gradually, however, the myriad of changing scenes in the dream formed a less exciting scene, and behind the splendid changing scene loomed the wilderness.She was dancing to wondrous music, and her partner was a man in silver armor who had been with her in her fantastic dreams before, his helmet visor kept tight over her face.The dance steps are intricate and ecstatic.The soft crooning voices from beneath the gleaming helm reached her ears, making her feel like a woman in Paradise.Suddenly, spinning away from the dancing crowd, they both plunged into a pond in the moor, and emerged from somewhere under the pond into a radiant cave, domed with rainbows.It must be here, said a voice beside her, and she blushed as she looked up to see him take off his helmet and kiss her.At this moment, there was a clicking sound, and his body scattered like a pile of playing cards.

She cried out, oh, I didn't see his face! Eustacia awoke.The rattling came from the shutters downstairs, which the maid was opening to let in the daylight, which, though stingy with nature at this loathsome time of year, was increasing day by day.Oh, I didn't see his face!She said it again.That must be Mr. Yeobright's face! She calmed down little by little, and realized that many fragments in this dream were naturally caused by the imagination and reverie of the previous day.Notwithstanding this, the interest aroused by her dream did not affect in the least, but on the contrary it added ample fuel to the fire of the new passion.She is at the juncture of indifference and budding love, in a situation of hope.In the course of the most violent passions there comes a time when the wildest passions are entirely dominated by the weakest will.

At this moment, the passionate woman is almost in love with a phantasmagorical figure.The fanciful nature of her affections, which, for a wise person, seemed to show her insensitivity, heightened her psychic sensibility.If she had a little more self-control, she would have enough reason to weaken such feelings and extinguish them bit by bit.If she had any less self-confidence, she might lose any feminine reserve and go to Hualuo Village, wandering around the Yeobright mansion until she met him.But Eustacia lacked both.Under the sway of this passion, she took what may be called the most exemplary course in this respect; she would go out to get air on the Eden Moor two or three times a day, and keep looking round.

The first opportunity passed like this, and he never appeared on that road again. She went out a second time, and she was still wandering there alone. The third time outside was a thick fog, and she looked around, but there was little hope.Even if he had passed within twenty yards of her, it was impossible for her to see him. When she went out for the fourth time, hoping to meet him, it started to rain cats and dogs, and she turned back. The fifth time she went out was in the afternoon, and the weather was fine. She stayed outside for a long time until she reached the top of the valley, which was Hualuo Village.She saw the white fence half a mile away, but he never showed his face.She went home almost in pain, and at the same time ashamed of her lack of restraint.She secretly resolved not to seek the man from Paris any more. But God wouldn't even be a thing if it weren't for providence's deliberate obedience.No sooner had Eustacia made up her mind than the opportunity presented itself;