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On
Saturday
Boldwood
was
in
Casterbridge
market
house
as
usual
,
when
the
disturber
of
his
dreams
entered
and
became
visible
to
him
.
Adam
had
awakened
from
his
deep
sleep
,
and
behold
!
there
was
Eve
.
The
farmer
took
courage
,
and
for
the
first
time
really
looked
at
her
.
Material
causes
and
emotional
effects
are
not
to
be
arranged
in
regular
equation
.
The
result
from
capital
employed
in
the
production
of
any
movement
of
a
mental
nature
is
sometimes
as
tremendous
as
the
cause
itself
is
absurdly
minute
.
When
women
are
in
a
freakish
mood
,
their
usual
intuition
,
either
from
carelessness
or
inherent
defect
,
seemingly
fails
to
teach
them
this
,
and
hence
it
was
that
Bathsheba
was
fated
to
be
astonished
to
-
day
.
Boldwood
looked
at
her
—
not
slily
,
critically
,
or
understandingly
,
but
blankly
at
gaze
,
in
the
way
a
reaper
looks
up
at
a
passing
train
—
as
something
foreign
to
his
element
,
and
but
dimly
understood
.
To
Boldwood
women
had
been
remote
phenomena
rather
than
necessary
complements
—
comets
of
such
uncertain
aspect
,
movement
,
and
permanence
,
that
whether
their
orbits
were
as
geometrical
,
unchangeable
,
and
as
subject
to
laws
as
his
own
,
or
as
absolutely
erratic
as
they
superficially
appeared
,
he
had
not
deemed
it
his
duty
to
consider
.
He
saw
her
black
hair
,
her
correct
facial
curves
and
profile
,
and
the
roundness
of
her
chin
and
throat
.
He
saw
then
the
side
of
her
eyelids
,
eyes
,
and
lashes
,
and
the
shape
of
her
ear
.
Next
he
noticed
her
figure
,
her
skirt
,
and
the
very
soles
of
her
shoes
.
Boldwood
thought
her
beautiful
,
but
wondered
whether
he
was
right
in
his
thought
,
for
it
seemed
impossible
that
this
romance
in
the
flesh
,
if
so
sweet
as
he
imagined
,
could
have
been
going
on
long
without
creating
a
commotion
of
delight
among
men
,
and
provoking
more
inquiry
than
Bathsheba
had
done
,
even
though
that
was
not
a
little
.
To
the
best
of
his
judgement
neither
nature
nor
art
could
improve
this
perfect
one
of
an
imperfect
many
.
His
heart
began
to
move
within
him
.
Boldwood
,
it
must
be
remembered
,
though
forty
years
of
age
,
had
never
before
inspected
a
woman
with
the
very
centre
and
force
of
his
glance
;
they
had
struck
upon
all
his
senses
at
wide
angles
.
Was
she
really
beautiful
?
He
could
not
assure
himself
that
his
opinion
was
true
even
now
.
He
furtively
said
to
a
neighbour
,
"
Is
Miss
Everdene
considered
handsome
?
"
"
Oh
yes
;
she
was
a
good
deal
noticed
the
first
time
she
came
,
if
you
remember
.
A
very
handsome
girl
indeed
.
"
A
man
is
never
more
credulous
than
in
receiving
favourable
opinions
on
the
beauty
of
a
woman
he
is
half
,
or
quite
,
in
love
with
;
a
mere
child
’
s
word
on
the
point
has
the
weight
of
an
R
.
A
.
’
s
.
Boldwood
was
satisfied
now
.
And
this
charming
woman
had
in
effect
said
to
him
,
"
Marry
me
.
"
Why
should
she
have
done
that
strange
thing
?
Boldwood
’
s
blindness
to
the
difference
between
approving
of
what
circumstances
suggest
,
and
originating
what
they
do
not
suggest
,
was
well
matched
by
Bathsheba
’
s
insensibility
to
the
possibly
great
issues
of
little
beginnings
.
She
was
at
this
moment
coolly
dealing
with
a
dashing
young
farmer
,
adding
up
accounts
with
him
as
indifferently
as
if
his
face
had
been
the
pages
of
a
ledger
.
It
was
evident
that
such
a
nature
as
his
had
no
attraction
for
a
woman
of
Bathsheba
’
s
taste
.
But
Boldwood
grew
hot
down
to
his
hands
with
an
incipient
jealousy
;
he
trod
for
the
first
time
the
threshold
of
"
the
injured
lover
’
s
hell
.
"
His
first
impulse
was
to
go
and
thrust
himself
between
them
.
This
could
be
done
,
but
only
in
one
way
—
by
asking
to
see
a
sample
of
her
corn
.
Boldwood
renounced
the
idea
.
He
could
not
make
the
request
;
it
was
debasing
loveliness
to
ask
it
to
buy
and
sell
,
and
jarred
with
his
conceptions
of
her
.
