Chapter 46 Volume 6 Later Things Chapter 1 The Inevitable Process

The news of Eustacia's and Wildoff's death spread throughout Eden, and over weeks and months, and farther afield.Through the mouths of people who told each other, all the known facts of their love were enlarged, distorted, greatly exaggerated, embellished, and then everything that was originally true has been falsified until very little remains.On the whole, however, neither the man nor the woman lost their dignity by sudden death.Misfortune made them more respectable, blotted out their strange experiences with a tragic tinge, and did not, as so many do, reduce each life to a dull vulgarity by the weariness of years, neglect, and decay. .

For most people who care about the outcome of this matter, it is somewhat different.The stranger had heard of many such things, and now he had heard of only one more; but a blow which came without anticipation, and therefore without adequate preparation, had quite immediate effects.The suddenness of the mourning had dulled Tomasy's senses; but in spite of the cloudiness of her head she knew that the husband she had lost should have been a better man, and the thought of This did not alleviate her grief in the slightest.On the contrary, this fact at first seemed to make the dead husband stand out in the eyes of the young wife, an indispensable cloud in the rainbow.

But the fear of the future is over.The vague fear that I was going to be an abandoned woman was no longer there.Once, jittery speculation was the worst thing; now it's rational consideration, a limited bad thing.Little Eustacia remained her chief concern.There was humility in her grief, resignation in her attitude; when things came to this point her spirits began to calm down. If we were to measure Thomasy's present grief, and Eustacia's tranquility, by the usual measure, it would be seen that their attitudes were almost to the same degree.However, Thomasy's current attitude can be regarded as bright in the gloomy atmosphere, but compared with her previous cheerfulness, it is very melancholy.

Spring came, which made her calm; summer came, which made her relieved; autumn came, and she began to feel relieved, because her little girl grew up strong and lively, not only growing her body but also becoming more sensible every day.Everything that happened outside could not arouse the slightest extravagant expectations of Thomasy.Wildeve died without leaving any will, and she and the child became his only relations.When all the necessary formalities concerning the inheritance had been done, and all the debts paid, and the remainder of her husband's uncle's inheritance had come into her hands, it was discovered that the whole estate which would go to her and her children was within ten thousand pounds. almost.

Where should she live?The obvious place is Hualuo Village.The actual old rooms were not much higher than the between-decks of a frigate, and when the new clock she brought from the inn was placed, the ground needed to be dug down a little. The handsome brass pommels on the top of the clock had to be unscrewed; but, though the rooms were not in good condition, there were a good number of them, and they reminded her of her early days and made them all the more dear to her.Clem was more than happy to have her as a lodger here, and he himself had enough as a lodging in the two rooms at the top of the back building, where he lived quietly, sharing a room with Thomasy and the three. The servants lived separately (Thomasy was a rich lady now, and she thought servants should be hired); he lived in his own way, and thought about his own problems.

Grief had altered some of his outward appearance; but a more profound change had taken place within him.Some people may say that his heart was tortured.He had no enemies, and no one could oppose him, which was why he reproached himself so sharply. Sometimes he does think that fate has used him unfairly, so it can be said that to be born is to put him in a perceived dilemma. The goal of people's life is not to pursue glory, on the contrary, They should carefully consider how to withdraw from such glory without loss of decency.However, he didn't always feel that the heavens had been playing with him and his relatives so sharply and mercilessly, imprinting such deep marks on their souls.Usually, all but the harshest of people think this way.Human beings have always striven not to make an assumption that disgraces their Creator, and have always hesitated to accept a sovereign power lower than their own moral standards; Give reasons, justify the distress that caused their heartache and tears.

So, despite the vain words of reassurance that were said in his presence, he found some solace in his choices when he was alone.According to his habits of life, this house, together with his mother's inheritance of £120 a year, was sufficient for all his needs.Wealth does not depend on its total amount, but on whether expenses are within our means. He often walked alone on the heath, when the past would hold him by its ghostly hand and let him listen to its stories.His imagination would make this place inhabited by its inhabitants in ancient times: the forgotten Celtic tribes, who trudged their way around him, and he lived almost among them now. , Looking at their faces, I saw them standing beside the raised tombs all around. These tombs were intact, just as they were built at that time.Those tattooed savages who chose large tracts of arable land are compared with those who left their marks here as writers who write on paper are compared with writers who write on parchment.The records of the former have long been submerged by the cultivation of later generations, but the works of the latter still survive.Still, they all lived and died, completely unaware of the different fates that awaited their ruins.This led him to think about the role of unknowable factors in eternal evolution.

Winter is here again, and with it wind, frost, gentle robins, and twinkling stars.For the past year Thomasy had hardly felt the change of seasons; this year she was open to all the changes outside.When Clem sat in front of the oversized print book, the only thing Clem felt was through this wooden partition. He heard all sorts of sounds from the walls; but in time his ears became familiar with these faint sounds from other parts of the house, and he was almost certain of their movements.A light tap half a second apart indicated that Thomasy was gently rocking the cradle, a rising and falling humming sound indicated she was singing a lullaby to the baby to lull her to sleep, a creak of sand on the sand, It sounded like a stone mill grinding, and he saw Humphrey, Fareway, or Sam plodding across the flagstones of the kitchen; The sound of footsteps, accompanied by a loud, jovial tune, indicated the arrival of Mr. Cantor; the sudden break in his speech indicated that he was drinking a glass of ale; To go to the market; and Thomasy, in spite of her added genteel outlook, lived a ridiculously frugal life, so that she might at last save every penny for her little daughter.

One summer day, Clem was in the yard, just outside the living room window, which was wide open as usual.He was admiring the flowers in the pots on the windowsill; they had been revived under Thomasy's care, and had returned to the vigor they had been when his mother had left them.He heard a soft cry from Tomasy, who was sitting in the room. Oh, you scare me!She said this to someone who walked in.I thought you were your own ghost. Climb was curious, so he moved closer and looked into the window.He was astonished to see Digory Digory standing in the room.Wayne, he is no longer a red clay dealer, he has become an ordinary Christian, but the color of his appearance has changed strangely, a white shirt with a hard front, a suit vest embroidered with small flowers, and a blue flower-dotted scarf , dark green coat.There is nothing special about his attire, but there is a world of difference between him in front of him and his previous self.He was very careful not to wear a tinge of red, or anything approaching red, in his clothes; and those who work in the trades that make them rich, have nothing better than those that make them rich, once they take off their clothes. What scares them more about thinking about the industry they work in?

Yeobright went to the door and entered the house. I was taken aback!Thomasy said, smiling at them both in turn.I really can't believe that he took the initiative to put on the white clothes.It seemed incredible. I've been out of the red clay business, said Wayne, since last Christmas, it's a very lucrative business, when I found out I'd made enough money to buy another fifty cows There is a milk house like this, my father had a milk house like this when he was alive.I've always wanted to go back to that place after I've changed everything; and now I've achieved my goal.

How did you manage to be white, Digory?Thomasy asked. I'm a little whiter, ma'am. You look much better than before. Wayne looked embarrassed, and Thomasy blushed a little at the thought that the man might still have tender feelings for her, and she spoke so casually.Clem didn't notice this at all, and added rather jokingly Now that you're a normal person again, what are we going to do to scare Thomasy's kid? Sit down, Digory, said Thomasy, staying for tea. Wayne moved, looking as though she wanted to go back to the kitchen, when Thomasy went on with her sewing and said briskly and bluntly, Of course you have to sit here.Where's your fifty-cow dairy, Mr Wayne? At Stickelford about two miles to the right of Eldworth, madam, at the edge of the meadow.I wondered if Mr. Yeobright would like to call on me there, or he wouldn't say he wasn't invited.I don't want to stay for tea this afternoon, thank you, because I have something to attend to.Tomorrow is May Day, and the folks at Shedwater have a party with some of your neighbors to put up a maypole in the moors beyond your fence, for there is a lush meadow there.Wayne raised his elbow and pointed to the grassy field in front of the house.I've talked to Fareway about it, he went on, and I told him we'd better ask Mrs. Wildeff before we put up that post. I can say nothing against it, she replied, our domain is within this white fence. But you probably don't like to see many people frantically circling a pillar right under your nose? I have nothing against it. Wayne was gone in no time, and in the evening Yeobright wandered off until he came to the Fairway cottage.It was a lovely sunset evening in May, and the birch groves that grew on the fringes of this vast Eden moor had put on new leaves, green as butterflies' wings and as translucent as amber.Next to Fairway's house was a clearing off the road, where at this time gathered all the young men within two miles of it.One end of a maypole rested on a stool, and the women were busily adorning it from top to bottom with wildflowers.Here the joyful nature of the English is particularly vividly expressed, and this typical annual custom, which has been carried on by tradition, has also been truly embodied in Eden.Indeed, the impulses of all these outlying hamlets were pagan in nature: resignation to nature, self-admiration, orgies, remnants of Germanic rituals for forgotten gods, seemed to In one form or another the medieval canon was revived. Yeobright, without disturbing these preparations, went home again.The next morning, when Thomasey drew the curtains of the bedroom window, she saw the Maypole standing in the middle of the lawn outside, with its tip pointing toward the sky.The post was put up at night, or in the morning, and it looked like Jack's beanstalk.She opened the casement to get a better view of the garlands and bouquets adorning the pillars.The surrounding air was filled with the fragrance of flowers, and this fragrance of air was not polluted at all, so that her lips could fully feel a pure fragrance from the depths of the flower heart.The pillars are topped with small flowers; below the small flowers is a ring of creamy hawthorns, followed by rings of bluebells, meteors, lilacs, cuckoos, daffodils, etc. , all the way to the bottom of the pillars are hung with garlands.Thomasy saw it all, and she was glad that the May Carnival was happening right under her nose. In the afternoon, people began to gather on the lawn, and Yeobright watched them with interest from the open window of his room.After a while, she saw Thomasy coming out of the downstairs door, and she looked up at her cousin.Yeobright had not seen her in so fine a dress since Wildoff's death a year and a half; not even since her wedding day had she allowed herself to wear so fine a dress. Thomasy, you look stunning today!He said, is it because today is May Day? not completely.After that, she blushed slightly and lowered her eyelids. Although her behavior seemed a bit special to him, he didn't pay much attention to it, only thinking that she wanted to make him happy.Did she put on her beautiful summer dress just to please him? He thought about how she had treated him over the past few weeks, during which time they had often done things together in the yard, the way they had done things in front of their mother when they were little boys and girls.What if her attention to him wasn't entirely the concern of a relative, as it had always been?The possibility of any such thing seemed to Yeobright a very serious matter; the thought of it almost disturbed him.The lover's passion, which had never been subdued in Eustacia's life, had gone with her to the grave now.The masculine affection he had for her was too strong to be like more masculine love, and would leave enough fuel to light another fire of affection.Even if it allowed him to rekindle the fire of love, it would be a slow, laborious plant that would end up small and weak like a bird that hatches in autumn. Distraught by this new complication, the impassioned brass band entered the scene and began to play. He left the house by the back door, went into the yard, and passed through the gate in the hedge, out of view.He really couldn't be in the joyful atmosphere of today, even though he tried so hard to do so. For four hours no one saw anything about him.When he came back along the original road, it was already sunset, and dew was hanging on all the trees and weeds.The loud music had died down; but as he entered the house by the back door, he could not tell whether the May Day party was over until he passed the rooms near the front door where Thomasy lived.Thomasy was standing alone on the porch. She looked at him reproachfully.You left when the party started, Clem, she said. Yes.I don't think I can join in.Of course you joined them, didn't you? NO, I have not. You seem to be dressing up for the event. True, but I can't go out alone; there are so many people out there.Now there is one more. Yeobright looked up through the dark green path towards the fence, and next to the dark May post, he saw a vague figure walking leisurely up and down. Who is that?he asks. Mr Wayne.Thomasy said. In my opinion, Tansy, you ought to ask him in.He took great care of you from start to finish. I will go now.She said; excitedly, she walked through the wicket to Wayne under the Maypole. Is it Mr. Wayne?she asked. Wayne was taken aback, as if he hadn't seen her, he was a very smart guy said, yes. Are you coming in? i only worry about me I saw you dance tonight, and the best girls have been your partners.You don't want to come in because you want to stand here and reminisce about this happy time? Well, that's part of it, said Mr. Wayne, with a very dramatic look.But the main reason I'm staying here is to wait for the moon to rise. Want to see how beautiful the May Pillars look in the moonlight? No.Looking for a glove dropped by a lady. Thomasy was momentarily speechless in astonishment.For a man who had to walk four or five miles home to wait here for such a reason, there could only be one conclusion: the man must be madly infatuated with the owner of the glove. Did you dance with her, Digory?she asked, in the tone of her voice that it was evident that his disclosure had caused her great concern. No.He sighed. So you're not coming in? Not tonight, thank you, ma'am. Mr Wayne, would you like me to lend you a lantern so you can look for the young girl's gloves? Oh, no; there is no need, Mrs. Wildeff, thank you.The moon rose in a few minutes. Thomasy walked back to the porch.will he come inasked Clem, who had been waiting for her where she had left. He didn't want to come tonight, she said, and passed him into the house; Clem followed him to his room. As soon as Clem was gone, Tomasy came downstairs quietly in the dark. She listened quietly by the child's bed to make sure that the child was asleep. look outside.Wayne is still there.She stared at the sky over the hills to the east, a faint light gradually appeared in the sky, and slowly the edge of the moon appeared, casting a white light in the valley.Digory's figure was now clearly visible on the grass; he was walking in a stooped posture, evidently looking for something lost in the grass, zigzags here and there. , until he covered every inch of the grass. How absurd!Thomasy muttered to herself in a tone that wanted to be mocking.Just imagine, a man would be so stupid as to run out of his head for a girl's gloves!Not to mention that now he was a respectable dairyman, a rich man.What a pity!Finally, Wayne seemed to have found it; he straightened up and brought the thing to his lips.Then put it in the breast pocket. This is where fashionable clothes put things, and it is closest to a man's heart. He followed a precise straight line up the hillside to his home in the valley meadow.