“Only in search of events, grandfather,” she said, looking out of the window with that drowsy latency of manner which discovered so much force behind it whenever the trigger was pressed.

“Search of events—­one would think you were one of the bucks I knew at one-and-twenty.”

“It is so lonely here.”

“So much the better.  If I were living in a town my whole time would be taken up in looking after you.  I fully expected you would have been home when I returned from the Woman.”

“I won’t conceal what I did.  I wanted an adventure, and I went with the mummers.  I played the part of the Turkish Knight.”

“No, never?  Ha, ha!  Good gad!  I didn’t expect it of you, Eustacia.”

“It was my first performance, and it certainly will be my last.  Now I have told you—­and remember it is a secret.”

“Of course.  But, Eustacia, you never did—­ha! ha!  Dammy, how ’twould have pleased me forty years ago!  But remember, no more of it, my girl.  You may walk on the heath night or day, as you choose, so that you don’t bother me; but no figuring in breeches again.”

“You need have no fear for me, grandpapa.”

Here the conversation ceased, Eustacia’s moral training never exceeding in severity a dialogue of this sort, which, if it ever became profitable to good works, would be a result not dear at the price.  But her thoughts soon strayed far from her own personality; and, full of a passionate and indescribable solicitude for one to whom she was not even a name, she went forth into the amplitude of tanned wild around her, restless as Ahasuerus the Jew.  She was about half a mile from her residence when she beheld a sinister redness arising from a ravine a little way in advance—­dull and lurid like a flame in sunlight and she guessed it to signify Diggory Venn.

When the farmers who had wished to buy in a new stock of reddle during the last month had inquired where Venn was to be found, people replied, “On Egdon Heath.”  Day after day the answer was the same.  Now, since Egdon was populated with heath-croppers and furze-cutters rather than with sheep and shepherds, and the downs where most of the latter were to be found lay some to the north, some to the west of Egdon, his reason for camping about there like Israel in Zin was not apparent.  The position was central and occasionally desirable.  But the sale of reddle was not Diggory’s primary object in remaining on the heath, particularly at so late a period of the year, when most travellers of his class had gone into winter quarters.

Eustacia looked at the lonely man.  Wildeve had told her at their last meeting that Venn had been thrust forward by Mrs. Yeobright as one ready and anxious to take his place as Thomasin’s betrothed.  His figure was perfect, his face young and well outlined, his eyes bright, his intelligence keen, and his position one which he could readily better if he chose.  But in spite of possibilities it was not likely that Thomasin would accept this Ishmaelitish creature while she had a cousin like Yeobright at her elbow, and Wildeve at the same time not absolutely indifferent.  Eustacia was not long in guessing that poor Mrs. Yeobright, in her anxiety for her niece’s future, had mentioned this lover to stimulate the zeal of the other.  Eustacia was on the side of the Yeobrights now, and entered into the spirit of the aunt’s desire.