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Farmer
Boldwood
went
on
towards
Miss
Everdene
’
s
house
.
He
reached
the
front
,
and
approaching
the
entrance
,
saw
a
light
in
the
parlour
.
The
blind
was
not
drawn
down
,
and
inside
the
room
was
Bathsheba
,
looking
over
some
papers
or
letters
.
Her
back
was
towards
Boldwood
.
He
went
to
the
door
,
knocked
,
and
waited
with
tense
muscles
and
an
aching
brow
.
Boldwood
had
not
been
outside
his
garden
since
his
meeting
with
Bathsheba
in
the
road
to
Yalbury
.
Silent
and
alone
,
he
had
remained
in
moody
meditation
on
woman
’
s
ways
,
deeming
as
essentials
of
the
whole
sex
the
accidents
of
the
single
one
of
their
number
he
had
ever
closely
beheld
.
By
degrees
a
more
charitable
temper
had
pervaded
him
,
and
this
was
the
reason
of
his
sally
to
-
night
.
He
had
come
to
apologize
and
beg
forgiveness
of
Bathsheba
with
something
like
a
sense
of
shame
at
his
violence
,
having
but
just
now
learnt
that
she
had
returned
—
only
from
a
visit
to
Liddy
,
as
he
supposed
,
the
Bath
escapade
being
quite
unknown
to
him
.
He
inquired
for
Miss
Everdene
.
Liddy
’
s
manner
was
odd
,
but
he
did
not
notice
it
.
She
went
in
,
leaving
him
standing
there
,
and
in
her
absence
the
blind
of
the
room
containing
Bathsheba
was
pulled
down
.
Boldwood
augured
ill
from
that
sign
.
Liddy
came
out
.
"
My
mistress
cannot
see
you
,
sir
,
"
she
said
.
The
farmer
instantly
went
out
by
the
gate
.
He
was
unforgiven
—
that
was
the
issue
of
it
all
.
He
had
seen
her
who
was
to
him
simultaneously
a
delight
and
a
torture
,
sitting
in
the
room
he
had
shared
with
her
as
a
peculiarly
privileged
guest
only
a
little
earlier
in
the
summer
,
and
she
had
denied
him
an
entrance
there
now
.
Boldwood
did
not
hurry
homeward
.
It
was
ten
o
’
clock
at
least
,
when
,
walking
deliberately
through
the
lower
part
of
Weatherbury
,
he
heard
the
carrier
’
s
spring
van
entering
the
village
.
The
van
ran
to
and
from
a
town
in
a
northern
direction
,
and
it
was
owned
and
driven
by
a
Weatherbury
man
,
at
the
door
of
whose
house
it
now
pulled
up
.
The
lamp
fixed
to
the
head
of
the
hood
illuminated
a
scarlet
and
gilded
form
,
who
was
the
first
to
alight
.
"
Ah
!
"
said
Boldwood
to
himself
,
"
come
to
see
her
again
.
"
Troy
entered
the
carrier
’
s
house
,
which
had
been
the
place
of
his
lodging
on
his
last
visit
to
his
native
place
.
Boldwood
was
moved
by
a
sudden
determination
.
He
hastened
home
.
In
ten
minutes
he
was
back
again
,
and
made
as
if
he
were
going
to
call
upon
Troy
at
the
carrier
’
s
.
But
as
he
approached
,
some
one
opened
the
door
and
came
out
.
He
heard
this
person
say
"
Good
-
night
"
to
the
inmates
,
and
the
voice
was
Troy
’
s
.
This
was
strange
,
coming
so
immediately
after
his
arrival
.
Boldwood
,
however
,
hastened
up
to
him
.
Troy
had
what
appeared
to
be
a
carpet
-
bag
in
his
hand
—
the
same
that
he
had
brought
with
him
.
It
seemed
as
if
he
were
going
to
leave
again
this
very
night
.
Troy
turned
up
the
hill
and
quickened
his
pace
.
Boldwood
stepped
forward
.
