Chapter 34 Chapter 6 A Coincidence, and Its Effects on Others

It has already been said that, as the red-mongers had perceived and spoiled Wildeve's evening visits to Eustacia's, Wildeve resolved to go in broad daylight, openly as a relation. visit her.Eustacia had fascinated him at that moonlit ball in a way that a man so lacking in ascetic will could not have shaken off.He was preoccupied with meeting her and her husband in an ordinary way, chatting for a while, and saying goodbye.All this was perfectly justifiable on the face of it; but there was one thing in which he was most gratified in doing so: he could see her.He didn't even expect Clem to be away at all, because as far as Eustacia was concerned, she couldn't tolerate anything that would be detrimental to a wife's status, no matter what she thought of him in the bottom of her heart. .Women, it's usually always like that.

So he went; and, as it so happened, he came there just as Mrs Yeobright was taking a nap on the little mound by the side of the house, and Mrs Yeobright was watching him round the house. The scene of going is all in the eyes.Then he stepped forward and knocked on the door.It was several minutes before he heard the key turn in the lock, the door opened, and Eustacia appeared before him. Judging from her expression, no one can imagine that this woman danced emotionally with this man at the ball a week ago, unless one can actually see through the surface and guess the torrent of emotion that is still flowing in her heart How deep is it.

I suppose you had a safe trip home, didn't you?Wildeve said. Oh, not bad.she replied casually. Don't feel tired the next day?I was worried that you would be tired. kind of.You don't have to speak so softly that no one will hear us.My little servant has gone to the village to do some errands. So Clem isn't home either? No, he is at home. oh!I thought maybe you locked the door because you were home alone and worried about someone breaking in. No my husband is at home. They have been standing in the doorway.She closed the door, turned the key in the lock as before, and then opened the door of the adjoining room, and invited him in.Wildoff went in, and the room appeared to be deserted; but after taking a few steps forward, he was startled.On the rug in front of the fire, Clem was fast asleep.His working leather leggings, thick boots, leather gloves, and vest with sleeves lay beside him.

You might as well come in; you won't disturb him, she said, following him.The reason why I lock the gate is to prevent any uninvited guests from waking him sleeping here when I happen to be going to the garden or going upstairs. Why is he sleeping there?asked Wildef in a low voice. He is so tired.He went out at 4:30 in the morning and has been working till now.He was chopping brambles, which was the only thing he could do at present, and which did not affect his poor eyes.Eustacia could not help feeling a pang at the contrast between the sleeping man and Wildoff, in a new summer suit and cap, so sharply contrasted now. looked so graceful; and she went on: Alas!You have no idea how different he looked when I first met him, though it was not so long ago.His hands were as white and soft as mine; but look at them now, how rough and dark they are!His skin was originally very fair, but now his skin has become ocher, and it has been exposed to the sun all day, which is exactly the same color as his leather clothing.

Why does he have to go out and do it?asked Wildef in a low voice. For he hates doing nothing; though what he earns adds little to our savings.But, he says, when people live off their savings, they earn even a dime to save on day-to-day expenses. Fate has been very unjust to you, Eustacia.About Bright. I have nothing to thank fate for. He, too, was blessed with such a great gift that fate had given him. What gift? Wildoff looked her directly in the eyes. For the first time that day Eustacia blushed.Well, I don't know if I count as a gift from him, she said quietly.I think the gift you are referring to is satisfaction, which he got, but I didn't get it.

I can understand the meaning of contentment in this situation but how this situation outside can attract him so much, it really baffles me. That's because you don't know him well.He is a passionate idealist who doesn't care about outside things.He often reminds me of the apostle Paul [Note: Jews, Christian missionaries, are one of the founders of Christianity. 】. I am glad to hear that his nature is so noble. Yes; the bad thing is that, as great as a man was Paul in the Bible, he simply couldn't do that in real life. Although they didn't pay much attention not to wake Climb at first, their voices were lowered instinctively.Well, if that means your marriage has been a disaster for you, you know who to blame, Wildoff said.

Marriage itself is not unhappy, she retorts a little petulantly.It was only an accident that I fell into such an unlucky situation today.From a worldly point of view, I must have tried to pick figs and got a thistle, but how can I tell what the future is like? Sometimes, Eustacia, I feel that this is your sentence.You understand that you are all mine; and I don't want to lose you. No, it's not my fault!Both can't be yours; remember that, before I know it, you're throwing yourself at another woman.You did that with the utmost frivolity and cruelty.Before you started playing such a game, I never thought of doing it myself.

I don't mean that at all, replied Wildef, it's just a sideshow.Men are always tempted, in the process of attaining eternal love, to move on temporarily, and then eternal love regains its place as before.By the way you have been unfaithful to me, I have been tempted to go a little further than I should have; and I have gone a little further while you still play the same tease and married her.He turned around, looked at Climb's still motionless body, and said in a low voice, I'm really worried that you don't cherish your baby at all, Climb should be happier than me in at least one thing.He may know what it's like to be down and out in the world, and to suffer from personal accidents; but he may not know what it's like to lose a woman he loves.

He is really glad to have her, murmured Eustacia, and in that respect he is a good man.Many women would be very satisfied after going to great lengths to obtain such a husband.But is it too unreasonable and too much for me to hope for the excitement and excitement of life music, poetry, emotion, war, and all the great people in the world?All this was what I dreamed of when I was young; but I didn't get it.Yet I thought I saw it in my Clem. That's why you married him? That's your misunderstanding of me.I married him because I loved him, but I don't deny that part of the reason I loved him was because I thought I saw hope in him for that life.

You've fallen into your sad old mood. But I don't want to be ruined, she cried willfully.Since going to that prom, I have started a new way of life, and I want to hold on to it.Clem can sing big, why shouldn't I? Wildford looked at her thoughtfully.You can sing, but it is easier said than done; although if you can do it, I would encourage you to try it.But you will forgive me for not being so encouraging, since life has become meaningless to me because of the loss of something that is now impossible to obtain. Damon, what's the matter with you, to say something like that?she asked, looking up at him with those deep eyes.

That's something I can't quite articulate; perhaps if I tried to tell you in a riddle, you wouldn't want to guess what it means. Eustacia was silent for a moment, then said, We are really in a delicate relationship today.You are unusually subtle about things.You mean, Damon, you still love me.Well, that makes me sad, and marriage makes me so unhappy that I can't be willing to spit on you for that scorn, as I should.But we have already said too much about this.Do you want to wait until my husband wakes up? I would have talked to him; but if it offends you, Eustacia, if it is well that you mention it, because I have not forgotten you; but say nothing of contempt or disdain. She didn't answer, and they stood there, looking thoughtfully at Clem, who had been sleeping so soundly, the result of doing physical labor without mental stress. God, how I envy him that he sleeps so soundly!Wildeff said, I haven't slept like this since I was a boy, a long time ago. While they were looking at him like this, there was a click on the door, followed by a knock.Eustacia went to a window and looked out. Her face changed suddenly, flushed at first, then faded, and even her lips turned pale. Should I go?asked Wildef, standing up. I really have no idea. Who is that? Mrs Yeobright.Oh, what she said to me that day!I can't understand what she wants to do this visit?She's always had doubts about the days we've been together. I'm at your disposal.If you think she'd better not see me here, I'll go into the next room. Well, good; go for it. Wildoff drew back at once; but he had not been in the adjoining room half a minute before Eustacia followed. No, she said, we must not do that.If she walks in, she will definitely see you If she will think, she will feel that there is always something wrong!But how can I open this door for her?She dislikes me so much she doesn't want to see me at all except her son.I will not open the door for her! Mrs. Yeobright knocked again, louder this time. Nine times out of ten she would wake him by knocking like this, continued Eustacia: and then he would let her in.Ah listen. They could hear Clem in the next room, startled by a knock on the door, and then he called for his mother. Yes, he'll go to the door when he wakes up, she said, relieved.come here.I don't have a good reputation in her eyes, you must not be seen by others.So I had to do it on the sly, not because I was doing anything shady, but just because people would be happy to say so. While speaking she had taken him to the back door, which was open, and there was a path leading to the yard.Well, just one word, Damon, she said as he strode out, This is your first visit here; let it be your last.In our past years, we were hot lovers, but that is not the case now.goodbye. Good-bye, said Wildeff.I got everything I wanted here, and I'm more than satisfied. What did you get? I saw you.On my honor, that's what I'm here for. Wildoff put his hand to his mouth and kissed good-bye to the pretty girl he had come to visit, and went into the garden, where she watched him go down the path and at last over the steps by the fence. , into the heather outside, the heather scraping his knees as he walked, and at last he disappeared in the thick heather.When she couldn't see him at all, she slowly turned around and turned her attention to the room. But at a time like this when Clem met his mother for the first time, it was very likely that neither of them wanted to see her there, or that her presence would be unnecessary.In any case there was no need for her to hurry to see Mrs. Yeobright.She decided to wait and let Clem open the door for her, so she withdrew and went back into the garden.She spent a few minutes in the yard idly, until she realized that no one was looking for her, and then she walked across the house to the front again, where she listened intently to the movement in the living room.But hearing nothing, she opened the door and walked in.To her great astonishment, Clem lay there as motionless as when Wildeff and herself had left him, evidently not awakened from his sleep.He had been disturbed, the knock on the door had caused him to dream and babble, but he did not wake up.Eustacia hastened to the front door, which she had to open for a woman who had said so viciously to her, opened it, and looked out.Not a soul was to be seen.Just outside the door, by the scraper, lay Clem's scythe, and the bundle of firewood he had brought home; and before her, the deserted path, with the yard gate ajar ajar. and further ahead, the bushes in the great valley quivered silently in the scorching sun.Mrs. Yeobright had gone. Clem's mother was now walking along a path blocked by a ridge of the hill so that Eustacia could not see it.As soon as she left the courtyard gate, her steps were resolute and hurried, like a woman who has always wanted to go to a place, but is now more anxious to get away from it.Her eyes were fixed on the ground; two images were etched in her mind, Clem's scythe and fagot leaning against the door, and a picture of a woman peeking out at a window. s face.Her lips were trembling constantly, and when she murmured they were unusually thin, which was too much, Clem, how could he have the heart to do it!He is evidently at home; but he made her close the door and keep me out! As she was anxious to get out of there, and did not want anyone in the house to see her, she did not take the path that led directly to her house. When she looked around and wanted to go back to the path again, she met a man who was walking. A little boy collecting black fruits in a small valley.The boy is Johnny.Nasage, it was he who stoked Eustacia's fire at the bonfire, and children have a natural tendency to approach grown-ups, so that when he saw Mrs Yeobright, he did not leave her side. , followed her with small steps, but didn't realize why he was doing this at all. Mrs. Yeobright said to him as if in sleep.It's a long way home, my boy, and we won't be able to make it till evening. I can go, said her little companion, and I have to play manar before supper. ], we had dinner at six o'clock, because Dad didn't come home until then.Does your dad not come home until six o'clock, too? No, he will never come back; neither will my son, no one will come back. Why are you so upset?Did you see a scary mask?I saw an even scarier face of a woman looking at me through a windowpane. Is that scary? yes.The sight of a woman looking at a weary traveler and refusing to let her in is terrible to see. Once, I went to Troop Great Pond to catch lizards, and I saw myself staring at myself, and I was so frightened that I jumped up like something. How nice it would be if they showed a little bit of wanting to see me!But there is no such opportunity at all.Close the door!She must have turned him against me.Is there such a beautiful body without a heart?I think there are.I wouldn't do that to a neighbor's cat on a hot day like this! Who are you talking about? Never go again never!Even if they call for someone, I won't go! You must be a strange woman to talk like that. Oh no, not at all.She said, turning around to answer the child's broken mouth. Most people grow up and have kids and talk like me.When you grow up, your mother will talk like me. I hope she doesn't; because it's never nice to talk nonsense. Yes, boy; I think it's all bullshit.Are you not tired on such a hot day? tired.But not as tired as you are. How did you know? Your face is pale and sweaty, and you can't even lift your head down. Alas, I am exhausted physically and mentally. What's the matter with you, you look like this every step you take?As the child spoke, he limped like a handicapped person. Because I carried a burden on my back, I couldn't carry it anymore. The little boy thought in silence, and they shambled on side by side for more than a quarter of an hour, when Mrs Yeobright began to speak, visibly more weary, and said, I must Sit down here and rest for a while. After she sat down, he stared at her face for a long time, and said, You breathe so strangely, as if you were a little lamb being chased out of breath.Do you always breathe like this? Not always like this.At this time, her voice was so low that it was almost a whisper. I think you'll fall asleep here, won't you?Your eyes are closed. No.I won't sleep until another day, and then I hope for a long, very long sleep.Now, can you tell me if the rimsmo pools have dried up this summer?The Rimsmore pool was dry, but the Oak's pool was not, because it was deep and never dry and it was there. Is the water in the pool clean? Yep, nothing to say except where the moor wild horses walk in. So grab this, run over there as fast as you can, and scoop up a glass of the cleanest water you can find.I can't take it anymore. From the little wicker net bag she held in her hand she drew an old-fashioned handleless china cup; She bought these cups, and she was carrying them today as a small present for Clem and Eustacia. The child went off to perform his mission, and soon he came back with water, this water.Not very clean.Mrs Yeobright wanted to drink, but the water was so hot it made her sick, so she splashed it.Then she still sat there with her eyes closed. The child waited and played beside her. There were many little brown butterflies in the area, and he caught a few. After waiting a little longer, he said, I don't want to stay any longer, I'm going.How soon will you be leaving? I have no idea. I thought I should go on my own, and he spoke again, visibly frightened that he might be forced to do something unpleasant again.I'm sorry, do you still need me? Mrs. Yeobright was silent. How should I tell my mother?the child continued. Tell her you saw a heartbroken woman abandoned by her son. Before leaving, he cast a somewhat reluctant look in her face, as if he really worried whether it would be magnanimous to leave her in this way.He stared blankly at her face, like one who looks at some ancient manuscript and cannot find the key to deciphering the writing.He wasn't young enough to lack that feeling of sympathy, but he wasn't old enough to get rid of the child's fear of seeing adults in great distress, and adults usually acted very strong in his eyes; Whether to cause trouble or suffer from trouble, whether she and her torment should be sympathetic or frightening, these facts make him unable to decide.He lowered his eyes and left without saying a word.Before he had gone half a mile he forgot about her except that she was a woman sitting there resting. The physical and emotional exertion of Mrs. Yeobright was almost too much for her to bear; but she continued to move forward, but only a short distance at a time, and each small distance You have to rest for a long time.The sun had set far to the southwest by now, and the setting light hit her face directly, like a ruthless arsonist, holding a flaming torch high in his hand, waiting to burn her.With the boy gone, there seemed to be no life in the surroundings, but the intermittent hoarse cry of the male grasshopper that roosted on every bramble branch was enough to show that there was something in the larger animal. When tired, an unseen insect world is busy throughout the crowded reality of life. Two hours later she came to a slope, about three-quarters of the way from Eldworth to her house, where the path was covered with a small patch of thyme; Sit down on the fragrant grass carpet.Ahead of her a swarm of ants was swarming across the path, taking this as their thoroughfare, busy with their burdens, and endlessly.Looking down at them, it's like looking down on a bustling commercial street from the top of a high tower.She remembered that for many years, this group of restless ants had been moving in this place. There was no doubt that the ants of the past were the ancestors of the group of ants that walked through here today.She leaned back to rest more comfortably, the soft eastern sky relaxing her eyes as much as the thyme comforted her mind.As she watched, a vulture flew across the sky, heading straight for the sun.It took off from some pond in the valley, dripping water all the way, and as it flew, the sun was shining brightly on the edges and inner wings of its two wings, its two thighs, and Its breast makes it look as if it were made of shining silver.The zenith to which it had flown seemed to be a place of freedom and bliss, unconnected with the world to which she was bound; she wished she could rise up, and fly away like it.However, as a mother, she soon had to stop worrying about herself, it was inevitable.If the trajectory of her next thought could leave a trail in the air, like a shooting star passing by, it would show that she was going in the exact opposite direction that the vulture was flying, her thoughts flying eastward. On the roof of Clem's house.