"I do not own it," said Eustacia, with a repressed, still look.
"But I may think what I like."
"Yes."
"You are lonely here."
"I cannot endure the heath, except in its purple season. The heath is a cruel taskmaster to me."
"Can you say so?" he asked. "To my mind it is most exhilarating, and strengthening, and soothing. I would rather live on these hills than anywhere else in the world."
"It is well enough for artists; but I never would learn to draw."
"And there is a very curious druidical stone just out there." He threw a pebble in the direction signified. "Do you often go to see it?"
"I was not even aware there existed any such curious druidical stone. I am aware that there are boulevards in Paris."
Yeobright looked thoughtfully on the ground. "That means much," he said.
"It doe
