"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 does indeed," said Eustacia.
"I remember when I had the same longing for town bustle. Five years of a great city would be a perfect cure for that."
"Heaven send me such a cure! Now, Mr. Yeobright, I will go indoors and plaster my wounded hand."