This conversation had passed in a hollow of the heath near the old Roman road, a place much frequented by Thomasin.
And it might have been observed that she did not in future walk that way less often from having met Venn there now.
Whether or not Venn abstained from riding thither because he had met Thomasin in the same place might easily have been guessed from her proceedings about two months later in the same year.
3 - The Serious Discourse of Clym with His Cousin Throughout this period Yeobright had more or less pondered on his duty to his cousin Thomasin.He could not help feeling that it would be a pitiful waste of sweet material if the tender-natured thing should be doomed from this early stage of her life onwards to dribble away her winsome qualities on lonely gorse and fern.
But he felt this as an economist merely, and not as a lover.
His passion for Eustacia had been a sort of conserve of his whole life, and he had nothing more of that supreme quality left to bestow.So far the obvious thing was not to entertain any idea of marriage with Thomasin, even to oblige her.
But this was not all.Years ago there had been in his mother's mind a great fancy about Thomasin and himself.
It had not positively amounted to a desire, but it had always been a favourite dream.That they should be man and wife in good time, if the happiness of neither were endangered thereby, was the fancy in question.
So that what course save one was there now left for any son who reverenced his mother's memory as Yeobright did? It is an unfortunate fact that any particular whim of parents, which might have been dispersed by half an hour's conversation during their lives, becomes sublimated by their deaths into a fiat the most absolute, with such results to conscientious children as those parents, had they lived, would have been the first to decry.
Had only Yeobright's own future been involved he would have proposed to Thomasin with a ready heart.He had nothing to lose by carrying out a dead mother's hope.
But he dreaded to contemplate Thomasin wedded to the mere corpse of a lover that he now felt himself to be.
He had but three activities alive in him.One was his almost daily walk to the little graveyard wherein his mother lay, another, his just as frequent visits by night to the more distant enclosure which numbered his Eustacia among its dead; the third was self-preparation for a vocation which alone seemed likely to satisfy his cravings--that of an itinerant preacher of the eleventh commandment.
It was difficult to believe that Thomasin would be cheered by a husband with such tendencies as these.
Yet he resolved to ask her, and let her decide for herself.
It was even with a pleasant sense of doing his duty that he went downstairs to her one evening for this purpose, when the sun was printing on the valley the same long shadow of the housetop that he had seen lying there times out of number while his mother lived.
Thomasin was not in her room, and he found her in the front garden."I have long been wanting, Thomasin,"he began, "to say something about a matter that concerns both our futures.""And you are going to say it now?" she remarked quickly, colouring as she met his gaze."Do stop a minute, Clym, and let me speak first, for oddly enough, I have been wanting to say something to you.""By all means say on, Tamsie."
"I suppose nobody can overhear us?" she went on, casting her eyes around and lowering her voice."Well, first you will promise me this--that you won't be angry and call me anything harsh if you disagree with what I propose?"Yeobright promised, and she continued: "What I want is your advice, for you are my relation--I mean, a sort of guardian to me--aren't you, Clym?""Well, yes, I suppose I am; a sort of guardian.In fact, I am, of course," he said, altogether perplexed as to her drift.
"I am thinking of marrying," she then observed blandly.
"But I shall not marry unless you assure me that you approve of such a step.Why don't you speak?""I was taken rather by surprise.But, nevertheless, I am very glad to hear such news.I shall approve, of course, dear Tamsie.Who can it be? I am quite at a loss to guess.
No I am not--'tis the old doctor!--not that I mean to call him old, for he is not very old after all.Ah--I noticed when he attended you last time!""No, no," she said hastily."'Tis Mr.Venn."Clym's face suddenly became grave.
"There, now, you don't like him, and I wish I hadn't mentioned him!" she exclaimed almost petulantly.
"And I shouldn't have done it, either, only he keeps on bothering me so till I don't know what to do!"Clym looked at the heath."I like Venn well enough,"he answered at last."He is a very honest and at the same time astute man.He is clever too, as is proved by his having got you to favour him.But really, Thomasin, he is not quite--""Gentleman enough for me? That is just what I feel.
I am sorry now that I asked you, and I won't think any more of him.At the same time I must marry him if I marry anybody--that I WILL say!""I don't see that," said Clym, carefully concealing every clue to his own interrupted intention, which she plainly had not guessed."You might marry a professional man, or somebody of that sort, by going into the town to live and forming acquaintances there.""I am not fit for town life--so very rural and silly as I always have been.Do not you yourself notice my countrified ways?""Well, when I came home from Paris I did, a little;but I don't now."
"That's because you have got countrified too.O, I couldn't live in a street for the world! Egdon is a ridiculous old place; but I have got used to it, and I couldn't be happy anywhere else at all.""Neither could I," said Clym.
"Then how could you say that I should marry some town man?
I am sure, say what you will, that I must marry Diggory, if I marry at all.He has been kinder to me than anybody else, and has helped me in many ways that I don't know of!"Thomasin almost pouted now.
"Yes, he has," said Clym in a neutral tone."Well, Iwish with all my heart that I could say, marry him.
