Chapter 39 CHAPTER THREE A GLORY MORNING Eustacia Gets Dressed

Yeobright walked toward Eldworth in a state of exasperation and restlessness, and even then he was acutely aware of the cold, unmoving nature of the vast wasteland around him.Once before he had felt strong emotions repressed by the stillness of the moor; but the emotion to be repressed that time was much softer and sweeter than the emotion that was controlling him now.That was the feeling he had felt when he parted from Eustacia, standing on the still, damp level before the hill. But he renounced all this, and went home, and came to his own house.All the curtains in Eustacia's bedroom were still drawn, for she was not an early riser.The only visible activity of life is a lone thrush pecking a small snail with its beak on the threshold stone, eating its own breakfast, and its pecking sound in the silence that envelops everything. It seemed to be a loud noise; but on going to the door, Clem found that it was not shut, and that Eustacia's little girl, who lived at the back of the house, was up.Yeobright entered the house and went straight to his wife's room.

The noise he made when he got home must have woken her up, because when he opened her bedroom door, she was standing in front of the vanity mirror in her pajamas, holding the ends of her hair in one hand, and pulling it all up on her head. Apparently she was starting to make up.She wasn't the kind of woman who greeted people first, and she let Clem walk over without saying a word, without even turning her head.He walked behind her and she saw his face in the mirror.It was a dusty, haggard face that looked terrible.Though Eustacia was a reserved wife, she would have turned to him in distress and alarm if this had happened a few days before, when she had no dark secret in her heart, and had seen him in this state. She had gone, but at this moment she was still motionless, just looking at him in the mirror.As she looked at him like this, the blush on her face and neck from the warm and sound sleep faded before her eyes, and the deadly expression on his face The pallor was slowly contagious to her.He was very close, and saw all this clearly, which made him speak excitedly at once.

You know what it is, he said hoarsely, I see it in your face. Her hands loosened from her hair and fell to her side, and the strands of hair lost their support and fell from her head, falling onto her shoulders and white pajamas.She said nothing. Tell me.said Yobright imperiously. Her face continued to whiten little by little, and now even her lips became as white as her face.She turned to him and said, yes, Clem, I'll tell you.How did you come back so early?what can i do for you Yes, you have to listen to me.It doesn't look like my wife is doing well, does it? What's the matter?

Your face, my dear; your face.Or is it the pale morning light that takes all the flush out of your cheeks?Now I'm going to reveal a secret to you.Ha ha! Oh, how terrible! What? your laughter. It's so scary for a reason.Eustacia, you have my happiness in your hand, and you throw it away like a ghost! Startled, she left the vanity mirror, walked a few steps away from him, and stared at his face. ah!You're trying to frighten me, she said, with a small laugh.is it worth itI am alone and helpless. What a marvel! what do you mean? Although you know all this well, there is time and I will tell you.I mean it's amazing that you can be alone when I'm not home.Now tell me, where is the man you were with on the afternoon of August 31st?under the bed?on the chimney?

She trembled all over, even her light pajamas trembled.I don't remember the day that well, she said, I can't remember any other man with me besides you. I'm talking about, said Yeobright, his voice getting louder and rougher, the day you shut my mother out and killed her.Oh, this is so darn bad!He leaned for a moment on the foot of the bedstead, his back to her; then straightened up again: tell me, tell me!tell me do you hearHe screamed and rushed towards her, grabbing the loose folds of the sleeves of her nightgown. Those who are shy on the outside often hide their inner rebelliousness. At this time, the shyness on the surface has disappeared, and she has become a very courageous and daring woman again.The previously pale face began to blush again.

What do you want to do?She said in a low voice, staring at him with a proud smile.You can't frighten me by holding me like this; but it would be a pity to tear my sleeves. Not only did he not let go, but he dragged her closer to his side.Telling me all the details of my mother's death, he said in a difficult, anguished whisper: Clem, she replied slowly, do you think you dare do anything more than I can bear?But listen before you hit me.You hit me, even if it kills me, it's very possible that you can't get anything from me.But maybe you don't want me to say that all you think about is killing people?

kill you!do you hope so Yes, I hope. Why? No matter how angry you are with me, it won't take away the grief you felt for your mother earlier. Bah I'm not going to kill you, he said contemptuously, as if suddenly changing his mind.I thought so; but I wouldn't do it.It will make you a victim instead, and send you where she goes; if I could, I would keep you far from her till the end of the world. I wish you would kill me, she said in a sad, mournful voice.I want you to understand that lately I've had little interest in the part I've actually played in this world.You have not brought me much happiness, my husband.

You close the door and you look at her from the window You put a man in the house with you You send her to a dead end.So cruel and betrayal I won't touch you Stay away from me Confess everything to me! no way!Even if I could cleanse myself of half of what you think I'm guilty of, I'd bite the bullet and say nothing, like I'm not afraid to die.Yes, I will do that!Would a dignified man, after hearing such nonsense, bother to clear the cobwebs from the mind of a mad man?No; let him do what he wants, go to the corner, go to the dead end.I have other things to do. This is too much but I must forgive you.

Poor compassion. I swear on tormented souls, you are provoking me, Eustacia!I can stick to the end, and I will work hard to the end.Well, ma'am, tell me his name! No, I've made up my mind. Does he often write to you?Where did he put the letter and when will he meet you?Ah, his letter!You tell me his name. I don't. Then I'll find out by myself.His eyes fell on a small desk beside her, on which she was used to writing letters.He went to the desk.The desk is locked. turn it on! You have no right to say such things.That is my desk. Without saying a word, he grabbed the desk and threw it violently on the floor.The hinges snapped and some letters tumbled out.

do not move!said Eustacia, stepping in front of him, looking much more excited than before. go, go!Step aside!I must read these letters. She looked at the letters lying on the floor, controlled her emotions, and moved away impassively; while he picked up the letters and began to examine them. Except for some meaningless greetings and the like, there is no other meaning in these letters.There was only one envelope for a letter addressed to her, in Wildoff's handwriting.Yeobright picked up the envelope.Eustacia remained obstinately silent. Can you read it to me, madam?Just look at this envelope.No doubt we will soon find more letters, and know what was written in them.I will no doubt be very satisfied, because I will know at once how beautiful my wife is in a certain business, and it is almost to the point of mastery.

Are you saying I am?she asked out of breath. He looked again, but found nothing more.What is written in this letter?he asks. Go ask the letter writer.Am I one of your dogs, can you speak to me like that? Are you challenging me?Are you rebuffing me, ma'am?explain.Stop looking at me with those eyes of yours like you can charm me!It won't be long before I'm dead.Are you refusing to answer me?Even if I'm as pure and innocent as the cutest baby in heaven, after this I won't tell you anything! You are not that pure. Of course I am not perfectly pure, she replied, but I have not done what you imagine; but if I were to be innocent if I had done nothing harmful, I am certainly unforgivable.But I don't expect you to come back to your senses. You can be stubborn to the end, and you can be stubborn!I think that if you regret what you have done, and admit everything, I need not hate you, though I may, but I grieve and pity you.I can never forgive you.I don't want to mention your lover's section. I can presume you are innocent at this point, because this matter affects only me personally.But on the other hand I can hardly forgive you: I would have forgiven you if you had nearly killed me, if you had been wise enough to keep my half-blind eyes from seeing these things.But asking me to forgive you for that incident is really against human nature! do not talk.I don't need your pity at all.But I would rather you not say things that you will regret later. I'm leaving now.I want to leave you. You don't need to go because I'm going by myself.You can stay here, or you don't want me to stay by your side. Keep her in mind and think of her; what is so good about her; it shows in every line of her face!Most women, even a little disturbed, express a sinful thought with a twist of the corner of the mouth or a movement of the corner of the cheek; but she, not even the greatest anger A look of resentment.She's quick to lose her temper, but she's always ready to forgive, and beneath her proud exterior is a childlike meekness.But what happened?What is it that is on your mind?You hate her just when she wants to love you.oh!You can't tell what is best for you, but you have to do that kind of cruel behavior, which brings curses for me, pain for her, and death for her!Who was the guy who was by your side and made you cruel to her besides what you did to me?Is it Wildford?Was it poor Thomasy's husband?Goodness, how vicious!You can't talk anymore, can you?It was only natural, Eustacia, when the noblest trick was perceived, and wouldn't you think of your own mother with a touch of tenderness that would not let you be kinder to my weary mother?When she turned away, was there not a trace of pity in your heart?Think about what a good opportunity you lost at that time, allowing you to start mutual understanding and friendly exchanges.Why don't you kick him out and let her in, and say, From this moment on, I'm going to be an honest wife and a noble woman?If I told you you could do nothing worse than destroy forever our last chance of happiness here.Well, now she's dead; and if you had a hundred courtly lovers, neither you nor they would do her any harm. Your exaggeration is terrible, she said feebly in an anguished voice, but I can't possibly argue to myself that it's not worth it.You are irrelevant to my future, and the past part of this is probably better left unsaid.With you, I have lost everything, but I never complained.Your stupidity and misfortune would have been a great pity to you, but they have cost me so much after them.Since I fell into the quagmire of this marriage, all elegant people have left me.Is this something you should celebrate?Let me live in a shabby house like this, let me live like a bumpkin's wife.You deceived me not with words, but with a set of papers, which are harder to see through than words.But this place will send me all the way to the grave like any other like a passing place.Her words choked in her throat, and her head dropped. I don't understand what you mean by that.Can it be said that the fault of your sins lies entirely with me? (Eustacia moves tremblingly towards him.) What, can you shed tears, and give me your hand?God!Can you?No, I can not.I cannot commit the crime of shaking your hand. (Her outstretched hand drops limply, but the tears still roll down.) Well, yes, even for the fact that I was in that hand for no reason before I knew what to be thankful for. For the sake of kissing, I will accept it for now.How tempted I was!How can a woman who makes everyone say bad things possibly have any good? Oh oh oh!She couldn't hold on at last, and began to cry; a choking sob made her tremble all over, and her knees gave way and she fell to the ground.Oh, are you done yet?oh!You are too cruel, even barbarians should have a limit to their cruelty!I've endured it for so long but you still hit me hard.I beg your mercy I can't take it any longer It's inhumane to go on like this!Even if I killed your mother with my own hands, I don't deserve to be tortured so cruelly.oh oh!May God have mercy on this unfortunate woman!You have completely won me in this game and I beg you to show mercy and let me go!I admit that I deliberately didn't answer the door when she knocked the first time, but I would have answered the door when she knocked the second time if I didn't think you had already got up to answer the door yourself.When I realized you didn't answer the door, I did, but she was gone.This is the sin I committed against her.Sometimes the best of hearts make the worst mistakes, don't they?I think so.OK, I'm leaving Forever and ever leave you! Tell it all, and I will forgive you.The man in the house with you was Wildeffe, wasn't he? I can't tell, she said resolutely, sobbing, stop making me talk I can't.I'm leaving this house.There's no way the two of us can stay here together. You don't need to go, I will go.You can stay here. No, I'll get dressed and then I'll go. where to? Go where I'm going, or whatever. She dressed hastily, and Yeobright paced sullenly about the room while she adorned.Finally she was fully dressed.As she put the bonnet on her head, her slender hands trembled so much that she could not fasten the lace over her cheeks, and after a while she simply gave up the act.Seeing this scene, he stepped forward and said, let me help you fasten the belt. Wordlessly she agreed, lifting her cheek.For the first time in her life at least, she was completely unaware of the charm of her position.But it was too much for him to ignore, and he averted his eyes to keep his heart from softening. The bonnet was fastened; she turned away from him.Are you still leaving instead of letting me go?He pressed once. I want to go. That's fine, so be it.I'll forgive you when you tell the man's name. Wrapping herself in a kerchief, she went downstairs, leaving him alone in the middle of the room. Not long after Eustacia left, there was a knock on the bedroom door; Who was it, asked Yeobright? It's the little maid, she answered, and there's a man from Mrs Wilderf, who says he wants to tell you that the wife and the child are very well, and the child's name is Eustacia.Clementina.After saying that, the girl withdrew. What an irony!Clem said that this child's name should last forever in my so unhappy marriage!