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But
you
know
well
enough
how
it
is
,
and
who
she
is
that
I
like
too
well
,
and
feel
too
much
like
a
fool
about
to
be
civil
to
her
!
"
It
is
more
than
probable
that
she
privately
and
unconsciously
respected
him
a
little
for
this
grim
fidelity
,
which
had
been
shown
in
his
tone
even
more
than
in
his
words
.
At
any
rate
she
murmured
something
to
the
effect
that
he
might
stay
if
he
wished
.
She
said
more
distinctly
,
"
Will
you
leave
me
alone
now
?
I
don
’
t
order
it
as
a
mistress
—
I
ask
it
as
a
woman
,
and
I
expect
you
not
to
be
so
uncourteous
as
to
refuse
.
"
"
Certainly
I
will
,
Miss
Everdene
,
"
said
Gabriel
,
gently
.
He
wondered
that
the
request
should
have
come
at
this
moment
,
for
the
strife
was
over
,
and
they
were
on
a
most
desolate
hill
,
far
from
every
human
habitation
,
and
the
hour
was
getting
late
.
He
stood
still
and
allowed
her
to
get
far
ahead
of
him
till
he
could
only
see
her
form
upon
the
sky
.
A
distressing
explanation
of
this
anxiety
to
be
rid
of
him
at
that
point
now
ensued
.
A
figure
apparently
rose
from
the
earth
beside
her
.
The
shape
beyond
all
doubt
was
Troy
’
s
.
Oak
would
not
be
even
a
possible
listener
,
and
at
once
turned
back
till
a
good
two
hundred
yards
were
between
the
lovers
and
himself
.
Gabriel
went
home
by
way
of
the
churchyard
.
In
passing
the
tower
he
thought
of
what
she
had
said
about
the
sergeant
’
s
virtuous
habit
of
entering
the
church
unperceived
at
the
beginning
of
service
.
Believing
that
the
little
gallery
door
alluded
to
was
quite
disused
,
he
ascended
the
external
flight
of
steps
at
the
top
of
which
it
stood
,
and
examined
it
The
pale
lustre
yet
hanging
in
the
north
-
western
heaven
was
sufficient
to
show
that
a
sprig
of
ivy
had
grown
from
the
wall
across
the
door
to
a
length
of
more
than
a
foot
,
delicately
tying
the
panel
to
the
stone
jamb
.
It
was
a
decisive
proof
that
the
door
had
not
been
opened
at
least
since
Troy
came
back
to
Weatherbury
.
Half
an
hour
later
Bathsheba
entered
her
own
house
.
There
burnt
upon
her
face
when
she
met
the
light
of
the
candles
the
flush
and
excitement
which
were
little
less
than
chronic
with
her
now
.
The
farewell
words
of
Troy
,
who
had
accompanied
her
to
the
very
door
,
still
lingered
in
her
ears
.
He
had
bidden
her
adieu
for
two
days
,
which
were
,
so
he
stated
,
to
be
spent
at
Bath
in
visiting
some
friends
.
He
had
also
kissed
her
a
second
time
.
It
is
only
fair
to
Bathsheba
to
explain
here
a
little
fact
which
did
not
come
to
light
till
a
long
time
afterwards
:
that
Troy
’
s
presentation
of
himself
so
aptly
at
the
roadside
this
evening
was
not
by
any
distinctly
preconcerted
arrangement
.
He
had
hinted
—
she
had
forbidden
;
and
it
was
only
on
the
chance
of
his
still
coming
that
she
had
dismissed
Oak
,
fearing
a
meeting
between
them
just
then
.
She
now
sank
down
into
a
chair
,
wild
and
perturbed
by
all
these
new
and
fevering
sequences
.
Then
she
jumped
up
with
a
manner
of
decision
,
and
fetched
her
desk
from
a
side
table
.
In
three
minutes
,
without
pause
or
modification
,
she
had
written
a
letter
to
Boldwood
,
at
his
address
beyond
Casterbridge
,
saying
mildly
but
firmly
that
she
had
well
considered
the
whole
subject
he
had
brought
before
her
and
kindly
given
her
time
to
decide
upon
;
that
her
final
decision
was
that
she
could
not
marry
him
.
She
had
expressed
to
Oak
an
intention
to
wait
till
Boldwood
came
home
before
communicating
to
him
her
conclusive
reply
.
But
Bathsheba
found
that
she
could
not
wait
.
