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“Oh； Clym！”
“I shall ultimately； I hope； be at the head of one of the best schools in the county。”
Yeobright had enunciated the word “her” with a fervour which； in conversation with a mother； was absurdly indiscreet。 Hardly a maternal heart within the four seas could in such circumstances； have helped being irritated at that ill…timed betrayal of feeling for a new woman。
“You are blinded； Clym；” she said warmly。 “It was a bad day for you when you first set eyes on her。 And your scheme is merely a castle in the air built on purpose to justify this folly which has seized you； and to salve your conscience on the irrational situation you are in。”
“Mother； that’s not true；” he firmly answered。
“Can you maintain that I sit and tell untruths； when all I wish to do is to save you from sorrow？ For shame； Clym！ But it is all through that woman—a hussy！”
Clym reddened like fire and rose。 He placed his hand upon his mother’s shoulder and said； in a tone which hung strangely between entreaty and mand； “I won’t hear it。 I may be led to answer you in a way which we shall both regret。”
His mother parted her lips to begin some other vehement truth； but on looking at him she saw that in his face which led her to leave the words unsaid。 Yeobright walked once or twice across the room； and then suddenly went out of the house。 It was eleven o’clock when he came in； though he had not been further than the precincts of the garden。 His mother was gone to bed。 A light was left burning on the table； and supper was spread。 Without stopping for any food he secured the doors and went upstairs。
4 … An Hour of Bliss and Many Hours of Sadness
The next day was gloomy enough at Blooms…End。 Yeobright remained in his study； sitting over the open books； but the work of those hours was miserably scant。 Determined that there should be nothing in his conduct towards his mother resembling sullenness； he had occasionally spoken to her on passing matters； and would take no notice of the brevity of her replies。 With the same resolve to keep up a show of conversation he said； about seven o’clock in the evening； “There’s an eclipse of the moon tonight。 I am going out to see it。” And； putting on his overcoat； he left her。
The low moon was not as yet visible from the front of the house； and Yeobright climbed out of the valley until he stood in the full flood of her light。 But even now he walked on； and his steps were in the direction of Rainbarrow。
In half an hour he stood at the top。 The sky was clear from verge to verge； and the moon flung her rays over the whole heath； but without sensibly lighting it； except where paths and water…courses had laid bare the white flints and glistening quartz sand； which made streaks upon the general shade。 After standing awhile he stooped and felt the heather。 It was dry； and he flung himself down upon the barrow； his face towards the moon； which depicted a small image of herself in each of his eyes。
He had often e up here without stating his purpose to his mother； but this was the first time that he had been ostensibly frank as to his purpose while really concealing it。 It was a moral situation which； three months earlier； he could hardly have credited of himself。 In returning to labour in this sequestered spot he had anticipated an escape from the chafing of social necessities； yet behold they were here also。 More than ever he longed to be in some world where personal ambition was not the only recognized form of progress—such； perhaps； as might have been the case at some time or other in the silvery globe then shining upon him。 His eye travelled over the length and breadth of that distant country—over the Bay of Rainbows； the sombre Sea of Crises； the Ocean of Storms； the Lake of Dreams； the vast Walled Plains； and the wondrous Ring Mountains—till he almost felt himself to be voyaging bodily through its wild scenes； standing on its hollow hills； traversing its deserts； descending its vales and old sea bottoms； or mounting to the edges of its craters。
While he watched the far…removed landscape a tawny stain grew into being on the lower verge—the eclipse had begun。 This marked a preconcerted moment—for the remote celestial phenomenon had been pressed into sublunary service as a lover’s signal。 Yeobright’s mind flew back to earth at the sight； he arose； shook himself and listened。 Minute after minute passed by； perhaps ten minutes passed； and the shadow on the moon perceptibly widened。 He heard a rustling on his left hand； a cloaked figure with an upturned face appeared at the base of the Barrow； and Clym descended。 In a moment the figure was in his arms； and his lips upon hers。
“My Eustacia！”
“Clym； dearest！”
Such a situation had less than three months brought forth。
They remained long without a single utterance； for no language could reach the level of their condition—words were as the rusty implements of a by…gone barbarous epoch； and only to be occasionally tolerated。
“I began to wonder why you did not e；” said Yeobright； when she had withdrawn a little from his embrace。
“You said ten minutes after the first mark of shade on the edge of the moon； and that’s what it is now。”
“Well； let us only think that here we are。”
Then； holding each other’s hand； they were again silent； and the shadow on the moon’s disc grew a little larger。
“Has it seemed long since you last saw me？” she asked。
“It has seemed sad。”
“And not long？ That’s because you occupy yourself； and so blind yourself to my absence。 To me； who can do nothing； it has been like living under stagnant water。”
“I would rather bear tediousness； dear； than have time made short by such means as have shortened mine。”
“In what way is that？ You have been thinking you wished you did not love me。”
“How can a man wish that； and yet love on？ No； Eustacia。”
“Men can； women cannot。”
“Well； whatever I may have thought； one thing is certain—I do love you—past all pass and description。 I love you to oppressiveness—I； who have never before felt more than a pleasant passing fancy for any woman I have ever seen。 Let me look right into your moonlit face and dwell on every line and curve in it！ Only a few hairbreadths make the difference between this face and faces I have seen many times before I knew you； yet what a difference—the difference between everything and nothing at all。 One touch on that mouth again！ there； and there； and there。
Your eyes seem heavy； Eustacia。”
“No； it is my general way of looking。 I think it arises from my feeling sometimes an agonizing pity for myself that I ever was born。”
“You don’t feel it now？”
“No。 Yet I know that we shall not love like this always。 Nothing can ensure the continuance of love。 It will evaporate like a spirit； and so I feel full of fears。”
“You need not。”
“Ah； you don’t know。 You have seen more than I； and have been into cities and among people that I have only heard of； and have lived more years than I； but yet I am older at this than you。 I loved another man once； and now I love you。”
“In God’s mercy don’t talk so； Eustacia！”
“But I do not think I shall be the one who wearies first。 It will； I fear； end in this way： your mother will find out that you meet me； and she will influence you against me！”
“That can never be。 She knows of these meetings already。”
“And she speaks against me？”
“I will not say。”
“There； go away！ Obey her。 I shall ruin you。 It is foolish of you to meet me like this。 Kiss me； and go away forever。 Forever—do you hear？forever！”
“Not I。”
“It is your only chance。 Many a man’s love has been a curse to him。”
“You are desperate； full of fancies； and wilful； and you misunderstand。 I have an additional reason for seeing you tonight besides love of you。 For though； unlike you； I feel our affection may be eternal。 I feel with you in this； that our present mode of existence cannot last。”
“Oh！ ‘tis your mother。 Yes； that’s it！ I knew it。”
“Never mind what it is。 Believe this； I cannot let myself lose you。 I must have you always with me。 This very evening I do not like to let you go。 There is only one cure for this anxiety； dearest—you must be my wife。”
She started—then endeavoured to say calmly； “Cynics say that cures the anxiety by curing the love。”
“But you must answer me。 Shall I claim you some day—I don’t mean at once？”
“I must think；” Eustacia murmured。 “At present speak of Paris to me。 Is there any place like it on earth？”
“It is very beautiful。 But will you be mine？”
“I will be nobody else’s in the world—does that satisfy you？”
“Yes； for the present。”
“Now tell me of the Tuileries； and the Louvre；” she continued evasively。
“I hate talking of Paris！ Well； I remember one sunny room in the Louvre which would make a fitting place for you to live in—the Galerie d’Apollon。 Its windows are mainly east； and in the early morning； when the sun is bright； the whole apartment is in a perfect blaze of splendour。 The rays bristle and dart from the encrustations of gilding to the magnificent inlaid coffers； from the coffers to the gold and silver plate； from the plate to the jewels and precious stones；