2 - The People at Blooms-

“Strangers don’t see you as I do,” said Mrs. Yeobright; “they judge from false report. Well, it is a silly job, and I am partly to blame.” “I am afraid—“ began Mrs. Yeobright. “Thomasin,” said Mrs. Yeobright quietly, fixing her eye upon her niece, “do you think you deceive me in your defence of Mr. Wildeve?” “I have long had a suspicion that your love for him has changed its colour since you have found him not to be the saint you thought him, and that you act a part to me.” “Yes, you have.” “What did you tell him?” The three voices passed on, and decayed and died out upon her ear. “Why shouldn’t I?” She cried aloud. “O that I had seen his face!” At the fourth attempt to encounter him it began to rain in torrents, and she turned back.