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way through the pantry door； which opened from the sitting…room。 Here they seated themselves in a row； the door being left open—thus they were still virtually in the same apartment。 Mrs。 Yeobright now murmured a few words to her son； who crossed the room to the pantry door； striking his head against the mistletoe as he passed； and brought the mummers beef and bread； cake pastry； mead； and elder…wine； the waiting being done by him and his mother； that the little maid…servant might sit as guest。 The mummers doffed their helmets； and began to eat and drink。
“But you will surely have some？” said Clym to the Turkish Knight； as he stood before that warrior； tray in hand。 She had refused； and still sat covered； only the sparkle of her eyes being visible between the ribbons which covered her face。
“None； thank you；” replied Eustacia。
“He’s quite a youngster；” said the Saracen apologetically； “and you must excuse him。 He’s not one of the old set； but have jined us because t’other couldn’t e。”
“But he will take something？” persisted Yeobright。
“Try a glass of mead or elder…wine。”
“Yes； you had better try that；” said the Saracen。
“It will keep the cold out going home…along。”
Though Eustacia could not eat without uncovering her face she could drink easily enough beneath her disguise。 The elder…wine was accordingly accepted； and the glass vanished inside the ribbons。
At moments during this performance Eustacia was half in doubt about the security of her position； yet it had a fearful joy。 A series of attentions paid to her； and yet not to her but to some imaginary person； by the first man she had ever been inclined to adore； plicated her emotions indescribably。 She had loved him partly because he was exceptional in this scene； partly because she had determined to love him； chiefly because she was in desperate need of loving somebody after wearying of Wildeve。 Believing that she must love him in spite of herself； she had been influenced after the fashion of the second Lord Lyttleton and other persons； who have dreamed that they were to die on a certain day； and by stress of a morbid imagination have actually brought about that event。 Once let a maiden admit the possibility of her being stricken with love for someone at a certain hour and place； and the thing is as good as done。
Did anything at this moment suggest to Yeobright the sex of the creature whom that fantastic guise inclosed； how extended was her scope both in feeling and in making others feel； and how far her pass transcended that of her panions in the band？ When the disguised Queen of Love appeared before Aeneas a preternatural perfume acpanied her presence and betrayed her quality。 If such a mysterious emanation ever was projected by the emotions of an earthly woman upon their object； it must have signified Eustacia’s presence to Yeobright now。 He looked at her wistfully； then seemed to fall into a reverie； as if he were forgetting what he observed。 The momentary situation ended； he passed on； and Eustacia sipped her wine without knowing what she drank。 The man for whom she had pre…determined to nourish a passion went into the small room； and across it to the further extremity。
The mummers； as has been stated； were seated on a bench； one end of which extended into the small apartment； or pantry； for want of space in the outer room。 Eustacia； partly from shyness； had chosen the midmost seat； which thus manded a view of the interior of the pantry as well as the room containing the guests。 When Clym passed down the pantry her eyes followed him in the gloom which prevailed there。 At the remote end was a door which； just as he was about to open it for himself； was opened by somebody within； and light streamed forth。
The person was Thomasin； with a candle； looking anxious； pale； and interesting。 Yeobright appeared glad to see her； and pressed her hand。 “That’s right； Tamsie；” he said heartily； as though recalled to himself by the sight of her； “you have decided to e down。 I am glad of it。”
“Hush—no； no；” she said quickly。 “I only came to speak to you。”
“But why not join us？”
“I cannot。 At least I would rather not。 I am not well enough； and we shall have plenty of time together now you are going to be home a good long holiday。”
“It isn’t nearly so pleasant without you。 Are you really ill？”
“Just a little； my old cousin—here；” she said； playfully sweeping her hand across her heart。
“Ah； Mother should have asked somebody else to be present tonight； perhaps？”
“O no； indeed。 I merely stepped down； Clym； to ask you—“ Here he followed her through the doorway into the private room beyond； and； the door closing； Eustacia and the mummer who sat next to her； the only other witness of the performance； saw and heard no more。
The heat flew to Eustacia’s head and cheeks。 She instantly guessed that Clym； having been home only these two or three days； had not as yet been made acquainted with Thomasin’s painful situation with regard to Wildeve； and seeing her living there just as she had been living before he left home； he naturally suspected nothing。 Eustacia felt a wild jealousy of Thomasin on the instant。 Though Thomasin might possibly have tender sentiments towards another man as yet； how long could they be expected to last when she was shut up here with this interesting and travelled cousin of hers？ There was no knowing what affection might not soon break out between the two； so constantly in each other’s society； and not a distracting object near。 Clym’s boyish love for her might have languished； but it might easily be revived again。
Eustacia was nettled by her own contrivances。 What a sheer waste of herself to be dressed thus while another was shining to advantage！ Had she known the full effect of the encounter she would have moved heaven and earth to get here in a natural manner。 The power of her face all lost； the charm of her emotions all disguised； the fascinations of her coquetry denied existence； nothing but a voice left to her； she had a sense of the doom of Echo。 “Nobody here respects me；” she said。 She had overlooked the fact that； in ing as a boy among other boys； she would be treated as a boy。 The slight； though of her own causing； and self…explanatory； she was unable to dismiss as unwittingly shown； so sensitive had the situation made her。
Women have done much for themselves in histrionic dress。 To look far below those who； like a certain fair personator of Polly Peachum early in the last century； and another of Lydia Languish early in this； ＇1＇ have won not only love but ducal coronets into the bargain； whole shoals of them have reached to the initial satisfaction of getting love almost whence they would。 But the Turkish Knight was denied even the chance of achieving this by the fluttering ribbons which she dared not brush aside。
＇1＇ Written in 1877。
Yeobright returned to the room without his cousin。 When within two or three feet of Eustacia he stopped； as if again arrested by a thought。 He was gazing at her。 She looked another way； disconcerted； and wondered how long this purgatory was to last。 After lingering a few seconds he passed on again。
To court their own disfiture by love is a mon instinct with certain perfervid women。 Conflicting sensations of love； fear； and shame reduced Eustacia to a state of the utmost uneasiness。 To escape was her great and immediate desire。 The other mummers appeared to be in no hurry to leave； and murmuring to the lad who sat next to her that she preferred waiting for them outside the house； she moved to the door as imperceptibly as possible； opened it； and slipped out。
The calm； lone scene reassured her。 She went forward to the palings and leant over them； looking at the moon。 She had stood thus but a little time when the door again opened。 Expecting to see the remainder of the band Eustacia turned； but no—Clym Yeobright came out as softly as she had done； and closed the door behind him。
He advanced and stood beside her。 “I have an odd opinion；” he said； “and should like to ask you a question。 Are you a woman—or am I wrong？”
“I am a woman。”
His eyes lingered on her with great interest。 “Do girls often play as mummers now？ They never used to。”
“They don’t now。”
“Why did you？”
“To get excitement and shake off depression；” she said in low tones。
“What depressed you？”
“Life。”
“That’s a cause of depression a good many have to put up with。”
“Yes。”
A long silence。 “And do you find excitement？” asked Clym at last。
“At this moment； perhaps。”
“Then you are vexed at being discovered？”
“Yes； though I thought I might be。”
“I would gladly have asked you to our party had I known you wished to e。 Have I ever been acquainted with you in my youth？”
“Never。”
“Won’t you e in again； and stay as long as you like？”
“No。 I wish not to be further recognized。”
“Well； you are safe with me。” After remaining in thought a minute he added gently； “I will not intrude upon you longer。 It is a strange way of meeting； and I will not ask why I find a cultivated woman playing such a part as this。” She did not volunteer the reason which he seemed to hope for； and he wished her good nigh