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Coggan
furnished
a
suitable
reply
.
Oak
went
on
with
his
shearing
,
and
said
not
another
word
.
Pestilent
moods
had
come
,
and
teased
away
his
quiet
.
Bathsheba
had
shown
indications
of
anointing
him
above
his
fellows
by
installing
him
as
the
bailiff
that
the
farm
imperatively
required
.
He
did
not
covet
the
post
relatively
to
the
farm
:
in
relation
to
herself
,
as
beloved
by
him
and
unmarried
to
another
,
he
had
coveted
it
.
His
readings
of
her
seemed
now
to
be
vapoury
and
indistinct
.
His
lecture
to
her
was
,
he
thought
,
one
of
the
absurdest
mistakes
.
Far
from
coquetting
with
Boldwood
,
she
had
trifled
with
himself
in
thus
feigning
that
she
had
trifled
with
another
.
He
was
inwardly
convinced
that
,
in
accordance
with
the
anticipations
of
his
easy
-
going
and
worse
-
educated
comrades
,
that
day
would
see
Boldwood
the
accepted
husband
of
Miss
Everdene
.
Gabriel
at
this
time
of
his
life
had
out
-
grown
the
instinctive
dislike
which
every
Christian
boy
has
for
reading
the
Bible
,
perusing
it
now
quite
frequently
,
and
he
inwardly
said
,
"
’
I
find
more
bitter
than
death
the
woman
whose
heart
is
snares
and
nets
!
’
"
This
was
mere
exclamation
—
the
froth
of
the
storm
.
He
adored
Bathsheba
just
the
same
.
"
We
workfolk
shall
have
some
lordly
junketing
to
-
night
,
"
said
Cainy
Ball
,
casting
forth
his
thoughts
in
a
new
direction
.
"
This
morning
I
see
’
em
making
the
great
puddens
in
the
milking
-
pails
—
lumps
of
fat
as
big
as
yer
thumb
,
Mister
Oak
!
I
’
ve
never
seed
such
splendid
large
knobs
of
fat
before
in
the
days
of
my
life
—
they
never
used
to
be
bigger
then
a
horse
-
bean
.
And
there
was
a
great
black
crock
upon
the
brandish
with
his
legs
a
-
sticking
out
,
but
I
don
’
t
know
what
was
in
within
.
"
"
And
there
’
s
two
bushels
of
biffins
for
apple
-
pies
,
"
said
Maryann
.
"
Well
,
I
hope
to
do
my
duty
by
it
all
,
"
said
Joseph
Poorgrass
,
in
a
pleasant
,
masticating
manner
of
anticipation
"
Yes
;
victuals
and
drink
is
a
cheerful
thing
,
and
gives
nerves
to
the
nerveless
,
if
the
form
of
words
may
be
used
.
’
Tis
the
gospel
of
the
body
,
without
which
we
perish
,
so
to
speak
it
.
"
For
the
shearing
-
supper
a
long
table
was
placed
on
the
grass
-
plot
beside
the
house
,
the
end
of
the
table
being
thrust
over
the
sill
of
the
wide
parlour
window
and
a
foot
or
two
into
the
room
.
Miss
Everdene
sat
inside
the
window
,
facing
down
the
table
.
She
was
thus
at
the
head
without
mingling
with
the
men
.
This
evening
Bathsheba
was
unusually
excited
,
her
red
cheeks
and
lips
contrasting
lustrously
with
the
mazy
skeins
of
her
shadowy
hair
.
She
seemed
to
expect
assistance
,
and
the
seat
at
the
bottom
of
the
table
was
at
her
request
left
vacant
until
after
they
had
begun
the
meal
.
She
then
asked
Gabriel
to
take
the
place
and
the
duties
appertaining
to
that
end
,
which
he
did
with
great
readiness
.
At
this
moment
Mr
.
Boldwood
came
in
at
the
gate
,
and
crossed
the
green
to
Bathsheba
at
the
window
.
He
apologized
for
his
lateness
:
his
arrival
was
evidently
by
arrangement
.
"
Gabriel
,
"
said
she
,
"
will
you
move
again
,
please
,
and
let
Mr
.
Boldwood
come
there
?
"
