nough of an
unambitious sort to tax all his energies and occupy all his hours.

Evening drew on, and sounds of life and movement in the lower part of
the domicile became more pronounced, the gate in the palings clicking
incessantly. The party was to be an early one, and all the guests
were assembled long before it was dark. Yeobright went down the back
staircase and into the heath by another path than that in front,
intending to walk in the open air till the party was over, when he
would return to wish Thomasin and her husband good-bye as they
departed. His steps were insensibly bent towards Mistover by the path
that he had followed on that terrible morning when he learnt the
strange news from Susan's boy.

He did not turn aside to the cottage, but pushed on to an eminence,
whence he could see over the whole quarter that had once been
Eustacia's home. While he stood observing the darkening scene
somebody came up. Clym, seeing him but dimly, would have let him pass
silently, had not the pedestrian, who was Charley, recognized the
young man and spoken to him.

"Charley, I have not seen you for a length of time," said Yeobright.
"Do you often walk this way?"

"No," the lad replied. "I don't often come outside the bank."

"You were not at the Maypole."

"No," said Charley, in the same listless tone. "I don't care for that
sort of thing now."

"You rather liked Miss Eustacia, didn't you?" Yeobright gently asked.
Eustacia had frequently told him of Charley's romantic attachment.

"Yes, very much. Ah, I wish--"

"Yes?"

"I wish, Mr. Yeobright, you could give me something to keep that once
belonged to her--if you don't mind."

"I shall be very happy to. It will give me very great pleasure,
Charley. Let me think what I have of hers that you would like. But
come with me to the house, and I'll see."

They walked towards Blooms-End together. When they reached the front
it was dark, and the shutters were closed, so that nothing of the
interior could be seen.

"Come round this way," said Clym. "My entrance is at the back for the
present."

The two went round and ascended the crooked stair in darkness till
Clym's sitting-room on the upper floor was reached, where he lit a
candle, Charley entering gently behind. Yeobright searched his desk,
and taking out a sheet of tissue-paper unfolded from it two or three
undulating locks of raven hair, which fell over the paper like black
streams. From these he selected one, wra