at her. "It is easier to say you will
sing than to do it; though if I could I would encourage you in your
attempt. But as life means nothing to me, without one thing which is
now impossible, you will forgive me for not being able to encourage
you."

"Damon, what is the matter with you, that you speak like that?" she
asked, raising her deep shady eyes to his.

"That's a thing I shall never tell plainly; and perhaps if I try to
tell you in riddles you will not care to guess them."

Eustacia remained silent for a minute, and she said, "We are in a
strange relationship today. You mince matters to an uncommon nicety.
You mean, Damon, that you still love me. Well, that gives me sorrow,
for I am not made so entirely happy by my marriage that I am willing
to spurn you for the information, as I ought to do. But we have said
too much about this. Do you mean to wait until my husband is awake?"

"I thought to speak to him; but it is unnecessary. Eustacia, if I
offend you by not forgetting you, you are right to mention it; but do
not talk of spurning."

She did not reply, and they stood looking musingly at Clym as he slept
on in that profound sleep which is the result of physical labour
carried on in circumstances that wake no nervous fear.

"God, how I envy him that sweet sleep!" said Wildeve. "I have not
slept like that since I was a boy--years and years ago."

While they thus watched him a click at the gate was audible, and a
knock came to the door. Eustacia went to a window and looked out.

Her countenance changed. First she became crimson, and then the red
subsided till it even partially left her lips.

"Shall I go away?" said Wildeve, standing up.

"I hardly know."

"Who is it?"

"Mrs. Yeobright. O, what she said to me that day! I cannot understand
this visit--what does she mean? And she suspects that past time of
ours."

"I am in your hands. If you think she had better not see me here I'll
go into the next room."

"Well, yes: go."

Wildeve at once withdrew; but before he had been half a minute in the
adjoining apartment Eustacia came after him.

"No," she said, "we won't have any of this. If she comes in she must
see you--and think if she likes there's something wrong! But how can I
open the door to her, when she dislikes me--wishes to see not me, but
her son? I won't open the door!"

Mrs. Yeobright knocked again more loudly.

"Her knocking will, in all likelihood, awaken him," continued
Eustacia, "an