within
the door.

"That is the best I can do for you," he said, stepping down and
retiring to the path, where he resumed the smoking of his pipe as he
walked up and down.

Eustacia bounded into the vehicle and sat on the stool, ensconced from
view on the side towards the trackway. Soon she heard the brushing
of other feet than the reddleman's, a not very friendly "Good day"
uttered by two men in passing each other, and then the dwindling
of the footfall of one of them in a direction onwards. Eustacia
stretched her neck forward till she caught a glimpse of a receding
back and shoulders; and she felt a wretched twinge of misery, she knew
not why. It was the sickening feeling which, if the changed heart has
any generosity at all in its composition, accompanies the sudden sight
of a once-loved one who is beloved no more.

When Eustacia descended to proceed on her way the reddleman came near.
"That was Mr. Wildeve who passed, miss," he said slowly, and expressed
by his face that he expected her to feel vexed at having been sitting
unseen.

"Yes, I saw him coming up the hill," replied Eustacia. "Why should you
tell me that?" It was a bold question, considering the reddleman's
knowledge of her past love; but her undemonstrative manner had power
to repress the opinions of those she treated as remote from her.

"I am glad to hear that you can ask it," said the reddleman bluntly.
"And, now I think of it, it agrees with what I saw last night."

"Ah--what was that?" Eustacia wished to leave him, but wished to know.

"Mr. Wildeve stayed at Rainbarrow a long time waiting for a lady who
didn't come."

"You waited too, it seems?"

"Yes, I always do. I was glad to see him disappointed. He will be
there again tonight."

"To be again disappointed. The truth is, reddleman, that that lady,
so far from wishing to stand in the way of Thomasin's marriage with
Mr. Wildeve, would be very glad to promote it."

Venn felt much astonishment at this avowal, though he did not show it
clearly; that exhibition may greet remarks which are one remove from
expectation, but it is usually withheld in complicated cases of two
removes and upwards. "Indeed, miss," he replied.

"How do you know that Mr. Wildeve will come to Rainbarrow again
tonight?" she asked.

"I heard him say to himself that he would. He's in a regular temper."

Eustacia looked for a moment what she felt, and she murmured, lifting
her deep dark eyes anxiously to his, "I wi