Chapter 26 Chapter 6 With Bright gone, the cracks finally appeared

All that night Mrs. Yeobright heard loud noises upstairs in her son's room, and she could tell it was him doing something. The next morning he left the house and walked across the moor again.He was going for a day's journey, and his object was to find a lodging where he could take Eustacia when she became his wife.As early as a month ago, he accidentally saw such a small house that was isolated from the outside world and the windows were all boarded up. The house was about two miles from East Eden Village, and it took about six miles to walk. ; that's where he's headed today.

The weather was very different from the night before.As he watched Eustacia go, the yellow hazy afterglow that hung over her already foretold the change of climate.This kind of weather is not uncommon in June in the UK, just like the wet and bad weather in November.Pieces of cold cloud gathered hastily together, as if drawn on a slide slide that slides forward.As he walked forward, the air masses from other continents were carried by the wind and swayed around him. At last Clem came to the edge of a thicket of fir trees that had been circled on the heath a year before his birth.The trees were covered with thick new wet leaves, and they were more battered now than the worst winds of winter could have done to them.In winter, the branches of the trees shed their burdens to meet the ravages of the storm.New wet twigs battered, blown, cracked, and scarred, sap would flow from the cracks for many days to come, and the scars would still be visible when the tree was burning .Every trunk was violently twisted from the bottom, like a bone being shaken at its joints, and every gust of wind blew, and the branches trembled violently, as if they were all in pain.In a nearby bush, a canary wanted to sing; but the wind blew its feathers all over the body, and the feathers stood on end, and it also made its small tail turn around. The bird was very helpless and had to give up singing. attempt.

But in vain the storm gnashed its teeth on the open moor just to the left of Yeobright!The gusts of wind that broke the trees only gently stirred the heather and bramble.The Moor of Eden was created for these times. About noon Yeobright came to the empty house.The house was almost as secluded as Grandpa Eustacia's, but it was surrounded by a fringe of fir trees which almost hid it from the sense that it was actually on a wilderness.He walked about another mile to the village where the owner lived, and came back to the house with the owner, everything was ready, and he made it clear that at least one house had to be ready. , because someone will come to live the next day.Clem planned to come and live alone, and then let Eustacia move in with him on the wedding day.

After this he turned around and walked home through the drizzle, which changed the scenery completely.The fern on which he had been lying comfortably yesterday was now dripping from every leaf, and the drops wet his pant-legs as he walked along; Its fur was all damp from the same bead of water around it, and glued together into a black mass. By the time he got home after walking the ten miles, he was drenched and exhausted.It's hardly an auspicious start, but he's already chosen his path, and he won't stop there.The evening and the next morning were spent packing and preparing to leave.He felt that, once he had decided what to do, every minute he stayed at home would add new pain to his mother because of a word, a look, or a gesture.

He hired a car and loaded his things at two o'clock that afternoon.The next step is to buy a few pieces of furniture. After these furniture have been used in this hut for a while, a few better pieces of furniture will be added, so that they can be used in the house at Beileikou in the future.There was a market in Fort Corner, where many such furniture could be bought, a few miles from the cottage he had chosen as his home, and he resolved to spend the evening in that cottage. All that was left was to say goodbye to my mother.She was sitting by the window as usual when he came downstairs.

Mom, I'm leaving you, he said, holding out his hand. When you packed your things, I thought you were leaving.Mrs. Yeobright, suppressing her pain, replied in a voice that did not show the slightest emotion. Will you say goodbye to me kindly? Of course, Clem. I am going to get married on the 25th. I thought you were going to get married. Well then you must come and see us.After that, you will understand me better, and the relationship between us will not be as stiff as it is now. I don't think it's possible for me to see you. Then it's not my fault or Eustacia's fault, mother, bye!

He kissed her on the cheek and left with a grief that would take hours to subside to a manageable level.At this point there is nothing left to say, unless some obstacle has to be removed first; and that cannot be done. No sooner had Yeobright left his mother's house than Mrs Yeobright's rigid expression left her face, and was replaced by utter despair.After a while she began to cry, and the tears took away some of the grief.For the rest of the day she did nothing but walk up and down the garden paths in a state of bewildered stupor.At night, she almost stayed up all night.The next day, she instinctively wanted to do something so that this numbness would turn into grief.She went upstairs to her son's room to tidy it up with her own hands, for she had a vague feeling that he would come back.She gave some attention to her flowers, but she worked carelessly because they had lost their charm in her eyes.

Her grief was greatly relieved when Tomasy came to see her in the early afternoon of the day.It was not the first time since Thomasy's marriage that aunt and niece had seen each other; the past was almost untied, and they both seemed very happy and relaxed when they met. Under the slanting sunlight that followed her through the door, it could be seen that the young woman looked pretty good.The sun brightened her, as her presence brightened the moor.Every move she makes, every gesture she makes, and every glance she makes will remind people who see her of the birds that live around her house.No matter what similes or metaphors are made about her, they all have to do with birds.Her movements are like birds flying in the sky, with so many changes.In meditation, she hangs motionless in the air with her wings outstretched like a kestrel.When a strong wind blows, she is like a heron, allowing the wind to blow her light body to the tree or the side of the earth embankment.When frightened, like a kingfisher, she plunges silently into the water.In moments of calm she was like a swift swallow, and that was how she behaved at this moment.

I say, Tansy, you look really at ease, said Mrs Yeobright, with a wretched smile.How is Damon? He's pretty good. Is he nice to you, Thomasy?asked Mrs. Yeobright, staring at her closely. Pretty good. Is it true? yes, aunt.If he treats me badly, I'll tell you.She blushed, and added a little hesitantly, he, I really don't know if I should complain to you about this, but I just can't figure out what to do.I need some money, you know, and my aunt won't give me any if she wants some money for odds and ends for herself.I was not happy to ask him; perhaps, he didn't give me the money because he didn't know.Aunt, should I bring it up to him?

Of course it should be said.You never mentioned it? You see, I had some money myself, said Tomasy veiled, and I didn't need his money until recently.I did mention something about money last week, but he doesn't seem to remember. He must not forget.You know, I have a little box full of spade guineas [Note: Great Britain issued between 1787 and 1799, old gold coins with a spade-shaped shield on the back. ], it was given to me by your uncle, who asked me to choose a date for you and Clem.Maybe it's time to split the money.They can be exchanged for shavelin at any time 】. I'd love to get my share, I mean, if you don't mind.

If you really need it, you'll get it.However, you must first tell your husband clearly that you have no money and see what happens to him, that would be appropriate. Well, my aunt, I heard about Clem.I know you're worried about him, so I've come to see you. Mrs. Yeobright turned away, trying to keep a look of sadness from her face.Then she gave up the effort and cried and said, Oh, Thomasy, do you think he hates me?How could he have the heart to make me so sad?You must know that I have lived all these years for him. Hate you, Thomasy reassured, it was only because he loved her so much.Take it easy really.It wasn't so bad for him.You know, I don't think it's the worst match he ever got.Miss Vey's parentage was not bad on her mother's side; her father was a romantic wanderer, a sort of Ulysses in Greece. King Ka, one of the leaders in the Trojan War]. It's no use, Thomasy; no use at all.You are very kind; but I don't want to bother arguing with you about it.I've seen it through, no matter how many times I say it.Clem and I didn't break up in an argument; we broke up in a worse way.There wasn't an emotional quarrel, but what broke my heart so much was his attitude that he didn't back down from the wrong path he had chosen and insisted on going down it.Thomasy, how good and gentle and kind-hearted he was when he was a boy! I know, he is like that. I really didn't expect that such a person whom I regard as my heart and soul would treat me like this when I grow up.He spoke to me as if I meant to hurt him by opposing him, as if I should wish him bad luck! There is still Beeustacia in this world.Vey worse woman. But there are more women better than her; that's what hurts.It's her, Thomasy, she's the only one who'd let your husband do that, I swear on it! No, Thomasy said eagerly, it was because he had her in his heart before he knew me, and that was all right, just a casual flirtation. Well, well, let that be the case.There is no point in trying to clarify it now.If the sons are willing to go blind, there must be no way.Why can't a man see clearly what a woman can see from a distance?Clem will do what he wants, he's nothing to me.this is motherhood My dear, I gave my best years and love with all my heart, but what I got in exchange was the fate of being cast aside! You are too stubborn.Think of so many mothers whose sons have been so publicly disgraced by real crimes that you place so much importance on it. Thomasy, don't tell me the truth, I can't listen to you.It hit me more than I could have imagined, far more than what happened to them; they probably saw the worst of it before I was born, Thomasy , she added, showing a sad smile.Some widows can mend the trauma of their children by moving on to find a new husband and start over.But I've always been a weak, death-conscious wretch and I didn't have the heart or the spirit to do it.After the ascension of my husband's soul, I was totally numb and alone, and I've been that way ever since and never thought to change that.I was still young at that time, and I could have another family and get the comfort of my family, instead of making it so miserable because I only had one son. Your not doing that speaks volumes about your nobility. The more noble, the more stupid. Forget it, dear aunt, and listen to my consolation.I won't leave you alone forever.I will visit you every day. Over the next week, Tomasi did keep her promise.She spoke of the marriage as lightly as she could, and brought news of the preparations for it, and she was invited to the wedding.The next week, she was not feeling well and did not come again.The guinea thing was not carried out, for Thomasy dared not raise the question of money with her husband again, and Mrs. Yeobright insisted on her doing so. Just one day before these days, Wildeve was standing at the door of the lady's shop.In addition to an ascending path through the wilderness to Yumong and Misty Hill, there is a fork road not far below the small shop that diverges from the main road.This is also the only road leading to the old captain's residence from here.A buggy from the nearest town came down the road, and the boy who drove it stopped in front of the shop for a drink. Are you from Mist Hill?asked Wildef. Yes.They're packing goodies there.Getting ready for a wedding.After finishing speaking, the coachman buried himself in the big glass of wine. Before this, Wildev knew nothing about this marriage, and a sudden pained expression appeared on his face.He turned and stayed in the hall for a while, not wanting to be seen with this expression on his face.Then he walked back. Do you mean Miss Veil's marriage?He said, how is it that she got married so soon? It was God's will, I thought, that another young lad was ready. Don't you mean Mr. Yeobright? Yes, he'd been hanging around her all spring, courting her. I think she's totally obsessed with him? She was madly infatuated with him, the servant who helped them told me so.Charley, the boy who fed the horses, was dazed by the matter, and could not make out his head.The bewildered lad was already infatuated with her. Is she cute? Is she happy?Getting married so soon! Not so fast. It's true, not too fast. When Wildeff entered the empty room, he felt a strange pang of heartache.He rested his elbows on the mantelpiece, and rested his face in his hands.When Thomasy came in he did not tell her what he had heard.The old love for Eustacia revived in him, chiefly because he discovered that another man wanted her. It is in the nature of Wilderf that the more difficult one is, the more desperate he is to get it, and the one who gets it without any effort will get tired of it. He likes what is out of reach, not what is in front of him.This is a true sign of a man of deep affection.Although not quite romantically poetic, Wildoff's ardent feeling is one that fits the standard.Perhaps he could be called Rousseau of Ayton [Note: French thinker and writer. 】Bar.