The air was now so still that she could hear the band afar off, and it seemed to be playing with more spirit, if that were possible, than when she had come away.
On reaching the hill the sun had quite disappeared;but this made little difference either to Eustacia or to the revellers, for a round yellow moon was rising before her, though its rays had not yet outmastered those from the west.The dance was going on just the same, but strangers had arrived and formed a ring around the figure, so that Eustacia could stand among these without a chance of being recognized.
A whole village-full of sensuous emotion, scattered abroad all the year long, surged here in a focus for an hour.
The forty hearts of those waving couples were beating as they had not done since, twelve months before, they had come together in similar jollity.For the time paganism was revived in their hearts, the pride of life was all in all, and they adored none other than themselves.
How many of those impassioned but temporary embraces were destined to become perpetual was possibly the wonder of some of those who indulged in them, as well as of Eustacia who looked on.She began to envy those pirouetters, to hunger for the hope and happiness which the fascination of the dance seemed to engender within them.
Desperately fond of dancing herself, one of Eustacia's expectations of Paris had been the opportunity it might afford her of indulgence in this favourite pastime.
Unhappily, that expectation was now extinct within her for ever.
Whilst she abstractedly watched them spinning and fluctuating in the increasing moonlight she suddenly heard her name whispered by a voice over her shoulder.
Turning in surprise, she beheld at her elbow one whose presence instantly caused her to flush to the temples.
It was Wildeve.Till this moment he had not met her eye since the morning of his marriage, when she had been loitering in the church, and had startled him by lifting her veil and coming forward to sign the register as witness.
Yet why the sight of him should have instigated that sudden rush of blood she could not tell.
Before she could speak he whispered, "Do you like dancing as much as ever?""I think I do," she replied in a low voice.
"Will you dance with me?"
"It would be a great change for me; but will it not seem strange?""What strangeness can there be in relations dancing together?""Ah--yes, relations.Perhaps none."
"Still, if you don't like to be seen, pull down your veil;though there is not much risk of being known by this light.
Lots of strangers are here."
She did as he suggested; and the act was a tacit acknowledgment that she accepted his offer.
Wildeve gave her his arm and took her down on the outside of the ring to the bottom of the dance, which they entered.
In two minutes more they were involved in the figure and began working their way upwards to the top.
Till they had advanced halfway thither Eustacia wished more than once that she had not yielded to his request;from the middle to the top she felt that, since she had come out to seek pleasure, she was only doing a natural thing to obtain it.Fairly launched into the ceaseless glides and whirls which their new position as top couple opened up to them, Eustacia's pulses began to move too quickly for long rumination of any kind.
Through the length of five-and-twenty couples they threaded their giddy way, and a new vitality entered her form.
The pale ray of evening lent a fascination to the experience.
There is a certain degree and tone of light which tends to disturb the equilibrium of the senses, and to promote dangerously the tenderer moods; added to movement, it drives the emotions to rankness, the reason becoming sleepy and unperceiving in inverse proportion; and this light fell now upon these two from the disc of the moon.
All the dancing girls felt the symptoms, but Eustacia most of all.The grass under their feet became trodden away, and the hard, beaten surface of the sod, when viewed aslant towards the moonlight, shone like a polished table.
The air became quite still, the flag above the wagon which held the musicians clung to the pole, and the players appeared only in outline against the sky; except when the circular mouths of the trombone, ophicleide, and French horn gleamed out like huge eyes from the shade of their figures.
The pretty dresses of the maids lost their subtler day colours and showed more or less of a misty white.
Eustacia floated round and round on Wildeve's arm, her face rapt and statuesque; her soul had passed away from and forgotten her features, which were left empty and quiescent, as they always are when feeling goes beyond their register.
How near she was to Wildeve! it was terrible to think of.
She could feel his breathing, and he, of course, could feel hers.How badly she had treated him! yet, here they were treading one measure.The enchantment of the dance surprised her.A clear line of difference divided like a tangible fence her experience within this maze of motion from her experience without it.
Her beginning to dance had been like a change of atmosphere;outside, she had been steeped in arctic frigidity by comparison with the tropical sensations here.
She had entered the dance from the troubled hours of her late life as one might enter a brilliant chamber after a night walk in a wood.Wildeve by himself would have been merely an agitation; Wildeve added to the dance, and the moonlight, and the secrecy, began to be a delight.
Whether his personality supplied the greater part of this sweetly compounded feeling, or whether the dance and the scene weighed the more therein, was a nice point upon which Eustacia herself was entirely in a cloud.
