第64章 THE ARRIVAL(5)

Such an elaborately developed, perplexing, exciting dream was certainly never dreamed by a girl in Eustacia's situation before.It had as many ramifications as the Cretan labyrinth, as many fluctuations as the northern lights, as much colour as a parterre in June, and was as crowded with figures as a coronation.

To Queen Scheherazade the dream might have seemed not far removed from commonplace; and to a girl just returned from all the courts of Europe it might have seemed not more than interesting.But amid the circumstances of Eustacia's life it was as wonderful as a dream could be.

There was, however, gradually evolved from its transformation scenes a less extravagant episode, in which the heath dimly appeared behind the general brilliancy of the action.

She was dancing to wondrous music, and her partner was the man in silver armour who had accompanied her through the previous fantastic changes, the visor of his helmet being closed.The mazes of the dance were ecstatic.

Soft whispering came into her ear from under the radiant helmet, and she felt like a woman in Paradise.

Suddenly these two wheeled out from the mass of dancers, dived into one of the pools of the heath, and came out somewhere into an iridescent hollow, arched with rainbows.

"It must be here," said the voice by her side, and blushingly looking up she saw him removing his casque to kiss her.

At that moment there was a cracking noise, and his figure fell into fragments like a pack of cards.

She cried aloud."O that I had seen his face!"Eustacia awoke.The cracking had been that of the window shutter downstairs, which the maid-servant was opening to let in the day, now slowly increasing to Nature's meagre allowance at this sickly time of the year.

"O that I had seen his face!" she said again."'Twas meant for Mr.Yeobright!"When she became cooler she perceived that many of the phases of the dream had naturally arisen out of the images and fancies of the day before.But this detracted little from its interest, which lay in the excellent fuel it provided for newly kindled fervour.She was at the modulating point between indifference and love, at the stage called "having a fancy for." It occurs once in the history of the most gigantic passions, and it is a period when they are in the hands of the weakest will.

The perfervid woman was by this time half in love with a vision.The fantastic nature of her passion, which lowered her as an intellect, raised her as a soul.

If she had had a little more self-control she would have attenuated the emotion to nothing by sheer reasoning, and so have killed it off.If she had had a little less pride she might have gone and circumambulated the Yeobrights'

premises at Blooms-End at any maidenly sacrifice until she had seen him.But Eustacia did neither of these things.

She acted as the most exemplary might have acted, being so influenced; she took an airing twice or thrice a day upon the Egdon hills, and kept her eyes employed.

The first occasion passed, and he did not come that way.

She promenaded a second time, and was again the sole wanderer there.

The third time there was a dense fog; she looked around, but without much hope.Even if he had been walking within twenty yards of her she could not have seen him.

At the fourth attempt to encounter him it began to rain in torrents, and she turned back.

The fifth sally was in the afternoon; it was fine, and she remained out long, walking to the very top of the valley in which Blooms-End lay.She saw the white paling about half a mile off; but he did not appear.

It was almost with heart-sickness that she came home and with a sense of shame at her weakness.She resolved to look for the man from Paris no more.

But Providence is nothing if not coquettish; and no sooner had Eustacia formed this resolve than the opportunity came which, while sought, had been entirely withholden.

4 - Eustacia Is Led on to an Adventure In the evening of this last day of expectation, which was the twenty-third of December, Eustacia was at home alone.

She had passed the recent hour in lamenting over a rumour newly come to her ears--that Yeobright's visit to his mother was to be of short duration, and would end some time the next week."Naturally," she said to herself.

A man in the full swing of his activities in a gay city could not afford to linger long on Egdon Heath.That she would behold face to face the owner of the awakening voice within the limits of such a holiday was most unlikely, unless she were to haunt the environs of his mother's house like a robin, to do which was difficult and unseemly.

The customary expedient of provincial girls and men in such circumstances is churchgoing.In an ordinary village or country town one can safely calculate that, either on Christmas day or the Sunday contiguous, any native home for the holidays, who has not through age or ennui lost the appetite for seeing and being seen, will turn up in some pew or other, shining with hope, self-consciousness, and new clothes.Thus the congregation on Christmas morning is mostly a Tussaud collection of celebrities who have been born in the neighbourhood.

Hither the mistress, left neglected at home all the year, can steal and observe the development of the returned lover who has forgotten her, and think as she watches him over her prayer book that he may throb with a renewed fidelity when novelties have lost their charm.

And hither a comparatively recent settler like Eustacia may betake herself to scrutinize the person of a native son who left home before her advent upon the scene, and consider if the friendship of his parents be worth cultivating during his next absence in order to secure a knowledge of him on his next return.

But these tender schemes were not feasible among the scattered inhabitants of Egdon Heath.In name they were parishioners, but virtually they belonged to no parish at all.

People who came to these few isolated houses to keep Christmas with their friends remained in their friends'