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Chapter 2 : Thomasin Walks in a Green Place by the Roman Road

Clym saw little of Thomasin for several days after this;
and when they met she was more silent than usual. At length
he asked her what she was thinking of so intently.

"I am thoroughly perplexed," she said candidly.
"I cannot for my life think who it is that Diggory Venn
is so much in love with. None of the girls at the Maypole
were good enough for him, and yet she must have been there."

Clym tried to imagine Venn's choice for a moment;
but ceasing to be interested in the question he went
on again with his gardening.

No clearing up of the mystery was granted her for some time.
But one afternoon Thomasin was upstairs getting ready
for a walk, when she had occasion to come to the landing
and call "Rachel." Rachel was a girl about thirteen,
who carried the baby out for airings; and she came upstairs
at the call.

"Have you seen one of my last new gloves about the house,
Rachel?" inquired Thomasin. "It is the fellow to this one."

Rachel did not reply.

"Why don't you answer?" said her mistress.

"I think it is lost, ma'am."

"Lost? Who lost it? I have never worn them but once."

Rachel appeared as one dreadfully troubled, and at last
began to cry. "Please, ma'am, on the day of the Maypole
I had none to wear, and I seed yours on the table,
and I thought I would borrow 'em. I did not mean
to hurt 'em at all, but one of them got lost.
Somebody gave me some money to buy another pair for you,
but I have not been able to go anywhere to get 'em."

"Who's somebody?"

"Mr. Venn."

"Did he know it was my glove?"

"Yes. I told him."

Thomasin was so surprised by the explanation that she quite
forgot to lecture the girl, who glided silently away.
Thomasin did not move further than to turn her eyes
upon the grass-plat where the Maypole had stood.
She remained thinking, then said to herself that she
would not go out that afternoon, but would work hard at
the baby's unfinished lovely plaid frock, cut on the cross
in the newest fashion. How she managed to work hard,
and yet do no more than she had done at the end of
two hours, would have been a mystery to anyone not aware
that the recent incident was of a kind likely to divert
her industry from a manual to a mental channel.

Next day she went her ways as usual, and continued her
custom of walking in the heath with no other companion
than little Eustacia, now of the age when it is a matter
of doubt with such characters whether they are intended
to walk through the world on their hands or on their feet;
so that they get into painful complications by trying both.
It was very pleasant to Thomasin, when she had carried
the child to some lonely place, to give her a little
private practice on the green turf and shepherd's-thyme,
which formed a soft mat to fall headlong upon them when
equilibrium was lost.

Once, when engaged in this system of training, and stooping
to remove bits of stick, fern-stalks, and other such
fragments from the child's path, that the journey might not
be brought to an untimely end by some insuperable barrier
a quarter of an inch high, she was alarmed by discovering
that a man on horseback was almost close beside her,
the soft natural carpet having muffled the horse's tread.
The rider, who was Venn, waved his hat in the air
and bowed gallantly.

"Diggory, give me my glove," said Thomasin, whose manner
it was under any circumstances to plunge into the midst
of a subject which engrossed her.

Venn immediately dismounted, put his hand in his breastpocket,
and handed the glove.

"Thank you. It was very good of you to take care of it."

"It is very good of you to say so."

"O no. I was quite glad to find you had it. Everybody gets
so indifferent that I was surprised to know you thought
of me."

"If you had remembered what I was once you wouldn't
have been surprised."

"Ah, no," she said quickly. "But men of your character
are mostly so independent."

"What is my character?" he asked.

"I don't exactly know," said Thomasin simply, "except it
is to cover up your feelings under a practical manner,
and only to show them when you are alone."

"Ah, how do you know that?" said Venn strategically.

"Because," said she, stopping to put the little girl,
who had managed to get herself upside down, right end
up again, "because I do."

"You mustn't judge by folks in general," said Venn.
"Still I don't know much what feelings are nowadays.
I have got so mixed up with business of one sort and t'other
that my soft sentiments are gone off in vapour like.
Yes, I am given up body and soul to the making of money.
Money is all my dream."

"O Diggory, how wicked!" said Thomasin reproachfully,
and looking at him in exact balance between taking his
words seriously and judging them as said to tease her.

"Yes, 'tis rather a rum course," said Venn, in the bland
tone of one comfortably resigned to sins he could
no longer overcome.

"You, who used to be so nice!"

"Well, that's an argument I rather like, because what a
man has once been he may be again." Thomasin blushed.
"Except that it is rather harder now," Venn continued.

"Why?" she asked.

"Because you be richer than you were at that time."

"O no--not much. I have made it nearly all over to the baby,
as it was my duty to do, except just enough to live on."

"I am rather glad of that," said Venn softly, and regarding
her from the corner of his eye, "for it makes it easier
for us to be friendly."

Thomasin blushed again, and, when a few more words
had been said of a not unpleasing kind, Venn mounted
his horse and rode on.

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.

The Return of the Native by Thomas Hardy
General Fiction
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