Thomas Hardy - The Return of the Native.pdf - Bookstacks

“Looks are not everything,” said the reddleman, noticing the glance. “There’s many a calling that don’t
bring in so much as mine, if it comes to money; and perhaps I am not so much worse off than Wildeve.
There is nobody so poor as these professional fellows who have failed; and if you shouldn’t like my redness—well,
I am not red by birth, you know; I only took to this business for a freak; and I might turn my
hand to something else in good time.”
“I am much obliged to you for your interest in my niece; but I fear there would be objections. More than
that, she is devoted to this man.”
“True; or I shouldn’t have done what I have this morning.”
“Otherwise there would be no pain in the case, and you would not see me going to his house now. What
was Thomasin’s answer when you told her of your feelings?”
“She wrote that you would object to me; and other things.”
“She was in a measure right. You must not take this unkindly: I merely state it as a truth. You have been
good to her, and we do not forget it. But as she was unwilling on her own account to be your wife, that
settles the point without my wishes being concerned.”
“Yes. But there is a difference between then and now, ma’am. She is distressed now, and I have thought
that if you were to talk to her about me, and think favourably of me yourself, there might be a chance of
winning her round, and getting her quite independent of this Wildeve’s backward and forward play, and
his not knowing whether he’ll have her or no.”
Mrs. Yeobright shook her head. “Thomasin thinks, and I think with her, that she ought to be Wildeve’s
wife, if she means to appear before the world without a slur upon her name. If they marry soon, everybody
will believe that an accident did really prevent the wedding. If not, it may cast a shade upon her character—at
any rate make her ridiculous. In short, if it is anyhow possible they must marry now.”
“I thought that till half an hour ago. But, after all, why should her going off with him to Anglebury for
a few hours do her any harm? Anybody who knows how pure she is will feel any such thought to be quite
unjust. I have been trying this morning to help on this marriage with Wildeve—yes, I, ma’am—in the belief
that I ought to do it, because she was so wrapped up in him. But I much question if I was right, after all.
However, nothing came of it. And now I offer myself.”
Mrs. Yeobright appeared disinclined to enter further into the question. “I fear I must go on,” she said. “I
do not see that anything else can be done.”
And she went on. But though this conversation did not divert Thomasin’s aunt from her purposed interview
with Wildeve, it made a considerable difference in her mode of conducting that interview. She
thanked God for the weapon which the reddleman had put into her hands.
Wildeve was at home when she reached the inn. He showed her silently into the parlour, and closed the
door. Mrs. Yeobright began—
“I have thought it my duty to call today. A new proposal has been made to me, which has rather astonished
me. It will affect Thomasin greatly; and I have decided that it should at least be mentioned to you.”
“Yes? What is it?” he said civilly.
“It is, of course, in reference to her future. You may not be aware that another man has shown himself
anxious to marry Thomasin. Now, though I have not encouraged him yet, I cannot conscientiously refuse
him a chance any longer. I don’t wish to be short with you; but I must be fair to him and to her.”
“Who is the man?” said Wildeve with surprise.
“One who has been in love with her longer than she has with you. He proposed to her two years ago. At
that time she refused him.”
“Well?”
“He has seen her lately, and has asked me for permission to pay his addresses to her. She may not refuse
him twice.”
“What is his name?”
Mrs. Yeobright declined to say. “He is a man Thomasin likes,” she added, “and one whose constancy she
respects at least. It seems to me that what she refused then she would be glad to get now. She is much annoyed
at her awkward position.”