Everythinghesawwasdistastefultohim。Hehatedtheblueandwhite，theintensityanddefiniteness，thehumandheatofthesouth；
thelandscapeseemedtohimashardandasromanticasacardboardbackgroundonthestage，andthemountainbutawoodenscreenagainstasheetpaintedblue。Hewalkedfastinspiteoftheheatofthesun。
Tworoadsledoutofthetownontheeasternside；onebranchedofftowardstheAmbroses’villa，theotherstruckintothecountry，eventuallyreachingavillageontheplain，butmanyfootpaths，whichhadbeenstampedintheearthwhenitwaswet，ledofffromit，acrossgreatdryfields，toscatteredfarm-houses，andthevillasofrichnatives。Hewetsteppedofftheroadontooneofthese，inordertoavoidthehardnessandheatofthemainroad，thedustofwhichwasalwaysbeingraisedinsmallcloudsbycartsandramshackleflieswhichcarriedpartiesoffestivepeasants，orturkeysswellingunevenlylikeabundleofairballsbeneathanet，orthebrassbedsteadandblackwoodenboxesofsomenewlyweddedpair。
Theexerciseindeedservedtoclearawaythesuperficialirritationsofthemorning，butheremainedmiserable。ItseemedprovedbeyondadoubtthatRachelwasindifferenttohim，forshehadscarcelylookedathim，andshehadtalkedtoMr。Flushingwithjustthesameinterestwithwhichshetalkedtohim。Finally，Hirst’sodiouswordsflickedhismindlikeawhip，andherememberedthathehadlefthertalkingtoHirst。Shewasatthismomenttalkingtohim，anditmightbetrue，ashesaid，thatshewasinlovewithhim。
Hewentoveralltheevidenceforthissupposition——hersuddeninterestinHirst’swriting，herwayofquotinghisopinionsrespectfully，orwithonlyhalfalaugh；herverynicknameforhim，“thegreatMan，“