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All
this
time
Bathsheba
was
conscious
of
having
broken
into
that
dignified
stronghold
at
last
.
His
eyes
,
she
knew
,
were
following
her
everywhere
.
This
was
a
triumph
;
and
had
it
come
naturally
,
such
a
triumph
would
have
been
the
sweeter
to
her
for
this
piquing
delay
.
But
it
had
been
brought
about
by
misdirected
ingenuity
,
and
she
valued
it
only
as
she
valued
an
artificial
flower
or
a
wax
fruit
.
Being
a
woman
with
some
good
sense
in
reasoning
on
subjects
wherein
her
heart
was
not
involved
,
Bathsheba
genuinely
repented
that
a
freak
which
had
owed
its
existence
as
much
to
Liddy
as
to
herself
,
should
ever
have
been
undertaken
,
to
disturb
the
placidity
of
a
man
she
respected
too
highly
to
deliberately
tease
.
She
that
day
nearly
formed
the
intention
of
begging
his
pardon
on
the
very
next
occasion
of
their
meeting
The
worst
features
of
this
arrangement
were
that
,
if
he
thought
she
ridiculed
him
,
an
apology
would
increase
the
offence
by
being
disbelieved
;
and
if
he
thought
she
wanted
him
to
woo
her
,
it
would
read
like
additional
evidence
of
her
forwardness
.
Boldwood
was
tenant
of
what
was
called
Little
Weatherbury
Farm
,
and
his
person
was
the
nearest
approach
to
aristocracy
that
this
remoter
quarter
of
the
parish
could
boast
of
.
Genteel
strangers
,
whose
god
was
their
town
,
who
might
happen
to
be
compelled
to
linger
about
this
nook
for
a
day
,
heard
the
sound
of
light
wheels
,
and
prayed
to
see
good
society
,
to
the
degree
of
a
solitary
lord
,
or
squire
at
the
very
least
,
but
it
was
only
Mr
.
Boldwood
going
out
for
the
day
.
They
heard
the
sound
of
wheels
yet
once
more
,
and
were
re
-
animated
to
expectancy
:
it
was
only
Mr
.
Boldwood
coming
home
again
.
His
house
stood
recessed
from
the
road
,
and
the
stables
,
which
are
to
a
farm
what
a
fireplace
is
to
a
room
,
were
behind
,
their
lower
portions
being
lost
amid
bushes
of
laurel
.
Inside
the
blue
door
,
open
half
-
way
down
,
were
to
be
seen
at
this
time
the
backs
and
tails
of
half
-
a
-
dozen
warm
and
contented
horses
standing
in
their
stalls
;
and
as
thus
viewed
,
they
presented
alternations
of
roan
and
bay
,
in
shapes
like
a
Moorish
arch
,
the
tail
being
a
streak
down
the
midst
of
each
.
Over
these
,
and
lost
to
the
eye
gazing
in
from
the
outer
light
,
the
mouths
of
the
same
animals
could
be
heard
busily
sustaining
the
above
-
named
warmth
and
plumpness
by
quantities
of
oats
and
hay
.
The
restless
and
shadowy
figure
of
a
colt
wandered
about
a
loose
-
box
at
the
end
,
whilst
the
steady
grind
of
all
the
eaters
was
occasionally
diversified
by
the
rattle
of
a
rope
or
the
stamp
of
a
foot
.
Pacing
up
and
down
at
the
heels
of
the
animals
was
Farmer
Boldwood
himself
.
This
place
was
his
almonry
and
cloister
in
one
:
here
,
after
looking
to
the
feeding
of
his
four
-
footed
dependants
,
the
celibate
would
walk
and
meditate
of
an
evening
till
the
moon
’
s
rays
streamed
in
through
the
cobwebbed
windows
,
or
total
darkness
enveloped
the
scene
.
His
square
-
framed
perpendicularity
showed
more
fully
now
than
in
the
crowd
and
bustle
of
the
market
-
house
.
In
this
meditative
walk
his
foot
met
the
floor
with
heel
and
toe
simultaneously
,
and
his
fine
reddish
-
fleshed
face
was
bent
downwards
just
enough
to
render
obscure
the
still
mouth
and
the
well
-
rounded
though
rather
prominent
and
broad
chin
.
A
few
clear
and
thread
-
like
horizontal
lines
were
the
only
interruption
to
the
otherwise
smooth
surface
of
his
large
forehead
.
The
phases
of
Boldwood
’
s
life
were
ordinary
enough
,
but
his
was
not
an
ordinary
nature
.
That
stillness
,
which
struck
casual
observers
more
than
anything
else
in
his
character
and
habit
,
and
seemed
so
precisely
like
the
rest
of
inanition
,
may
have
been
the
perfect
balance
of
enormous
antagonistic
forces
—
positives
and
negatives
in
fine
adjustment
.
His
equilibrium
disturbed
,
he
was
in
extremity
at
once
.
If
an
emotion
possessed
him
at
all
,
it
ruled
him
;
a
feeling
not
mastering
him
was
entirely
latent
.
Stagnant
or
rapid
,
it
was
never
slow
.
He
was
always
hit
mortally
,
or
he
was
missed
.
