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rored in the minds of the heathfolk； must have bined； in a charming and indescribable manner a Carthaginian bustle of building with Tarentine luxuriousness and Baian health and beauty。 Eustacia felt little less extravagantly about the place； but she would not sink her independence to get there。
When Diggory Venn had gone quite away； Eustacia walked to the bank and looked down the wild and picturesque vale towards the sun； which was also in the direction of Wildeve’s。 The mist had now so far collapsed that the tips of the trees and bushes around his house could just be discerned； as if boring upwards through a vast white cobweb which cloaked them from the day。 There was no doubt that her mind was inclined thitherward； indefinitely； fancifully—twining and untwining about him as the single object within her horizon on which dreams might crystallize。 The man who had begun by being merely her amusement； and would never have been more than her hobby but for his skill in deserting her at the right moments； was now again her desire。 Cessation in his love…making had revivified her love。 Such feeling as Eustacia had idly given to Wildeve was dammed into a flood by Thomasin。 She had used to tease Wildeve； but that was before another had favoured him。 Often a drop of irony into an indifferent situation renders the whole piquant。
“I will never give him up—never！” she said impetuously。
The reddleman’s hint that rumour might show her to disadvantage had no permanent terror for Eustacia。 She was as unconcerned at that contingency as a goddess at a lack of linen。 This did not originate in inherent shamelessness； but in her living too far from the world to feel the impact of public opinion。 Zenobia in the desert could hardly have cared what was said about her at Rome。 As far as social ethics were concerned Eustacia approached the savage state； though in emotion she was all the while an epicure。 She had advanced to the secret recesses of sensuousness； yet had hardly crossed the threshold of conventionality。
11 … The Dishonesty of an Honest Woman
The reddleman had left Eustacia’s presence with desponding views on Thomasin’s future happiness； but he was awakened to the fact that one other channel remained untried by seeing； as he followed the way to his van； the form of Mrs。 Yeobright slowly walking towards the Quiet Woman。 He went across to her； and could almost perceive in her anxious face that this journey of hers to Wildeve was undertaken with the same object as his own to Eustacia。
She did not conceal the fact。 “Then；” said the reddleman； “you may as well leave it alone； Mrs。 Yeobright。”
“I half think so myself；” she said。 “But nothing else remains to be done besides pressing the question upon him。”
“I should like to say a word first；” said Venn firmly。 “Mr。 Wildeve is not the only man who has asked Thomasin to marry him； and why should not another have a chance？ Mrs。 Yeobright； I should be glad to marry your niece。 and would have done it any time these last two years。 There； now it is out； and I have never told anybody before but herself。”
Mrs。 Yeobright was not demonstrative； but her eyes involuntarily glanced towards his singular though shapely figure。
“Looks are not everything；” said the reddleman； noticing the glance。 “There’s many a calling that don’t bring in so much as mine； if it es to money； and perhaps I am not so much worse off than Wildeve。 There is nobody so poor as these professional fellows who have failed； and if you shouldn’t like my redness—well； I am not red by birth； you know； I only took to this business for a freak； and I might turn my hand to something else in good time。”
“I am much obliged to you for your interest in my niece； but I fear there would be objections。 More than that； she is devoted to this man。”
“True； or I shouldn’t have done what I have this morning。”
“Otherwise there would be no pain in the case； and you would not see me going to his house now。 What was Thomasin’s answer when you told her of your feelings？”
“She wrote that you would object to me； and other things。”
“She was in a measure right。 You must not take this unkindly—I merely state it as a truth。 You have been good to her； and we do not forget it。 But as she was unwilling on her own account to be your wife； that settles the point without my wishes being concerned。”
“Yes。 But there is a difference between then and now； ma’am。 She is distressed now； and I have thought that if you were to talk to her about me； and think favourably of me yourself； there might be a chance of winning her round； and getting her quite independent of this Wildeve’s backward and forward play； and his not knowing whether he’ll have her or no。”
Mrs。 Yeobright shook her head。 “Thomasin thinks； and I think with her； that she ought to be Wildeve’s wife； if she means to appear before the world without a slur upon her name。 If they marry soon； everybody will believe that an accident did really prevent the wedding。 If not； it may cast a shade upon her character—at any rate make her ridiculous。 In short； if it is anyhow possible they must marry now。”
“I thought that till half an hour ago。 But； after all； why should her going off with him to Anglebury for a few hours do her any harm？ Anybody who knows how pure she is will feel any such thought to be quite unjust。 I have been trying this morning to help on this marriage with Wildeve—yes； I； ma’am—in the belief that I ought to do it； because she was so wrapped up in him。 But I much question if I was right； after all。 However； nothing came of it。 And now I offer myself。”
Mrs。 Yeobright appeared disinclined to enter further into the question。 “I fear I must go on；” she said。 “I do not see that anything else can be done。”
And she went on。 But though this conversation did not divert Thomasin’s aunt from her purposed interview with Wildeve； it made a considerable difference in her mode of conducting that interview。 She thanked God for the weapon which the reddleman had put into her hands。
Wildeve was at home when she reached the inn。 He showed her silently into the parlour； and closed the door。 Mrs。 Yeobright began—
“I have thought it my duty to call today。 A new proposal has been made to me； which has rather astonished me。 It will affect Thomasin greatly； and I have decided that it should at least be mentioned to you。”
“Yes？ What is it？” he said civilly。
“It is； of course； in reference to her future。 You may not be aware that another man has shown himself anxious to marry Thomasin。 Now； though I have not encouraged him yet； I cannot conscientiously refuse him a chance any longer。 I don’t wish to be short with you； but I must be fair to him and to her。”
“Who is the man？” said Wildeve with surprise。
“One who has been in love with her longer than she has with you。 He proposed to her two years ago。 At that time she refused him。”
“Well？”
“He has seen her lately； and has asked me for permission to pay his addresses to her。 She may not refuse him twice。”
“What is his name？”
Mrs。 Yeobright declined to say。 “He is a man Thomasin likes；” she added； “and one whose constancy sh