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On
the
turnpike
road
,
between
Casterbridge
and
Weatherbury
,
and
about
three
miles
from
the
former
place
,
is
Yalbury
Hill
,
one
of
those
steep
long
ascents
which
pervade
the
highways
of
this
undulating
part
of
South
Wessex
.
In
returning
from
market
it
is
usual
for
the
farmers
and
other
gig
-
gentry
to
alight
at
the
bottom
and
walk
up
.
One
Saturday
evening
in
the
month
of
October
Bathsheba
’
s
vehicle
was
duly
creeping
up
this
incline
.
She
was
sitting
listlessly
in
the
second
seat
of
the
gig
,
whilst
walking
beside
her
in
a
farmer
’
s
marketing
suit
of
unusually
fashionable
cut
was
an
erect
,
well
-
made
young
man
.
Though
on
foot
,
he
held
the
reins
and
whip
,
and
occasionally
aimed
light
cuts
at
the
horse
’
s
ear
with
the
end
of
the
lash
,
as
a
recreation
.
This
man
was
her
husband
,
formerly
Sergeant
Troy
,
who
,
having
bought
his
discharge
with
Bathsheba
’
s
money
,
was
gradually
transforming
himself
into
a
farmer
of
a
spirited
and
very
modern
school
.
People
of
unalterable
ideas
still
insisted
upon
calling
him
"
Sergeant
"
when
they
met
him
,
which
was
in
some
degree
owing
to
his
having
still
retained
the
well
-
shaped
moustache
of
his
military
days
,
and
the
soldierly
bearing
inseparable
from
his
form
and
training
.
"
Yes
,
if
it
hadn
’
t
been
for
that
wretched
rain
I
should
have
cleared
two
hundred
as
easy
as
looking
,
my
love
,
"
he
was
saying
.
"
Don
’
t
you
see
,
it
altered
all
the
chances
?
To
speak
like
a
book
I
once
read
,
wet
weather
is
the
narrative
,
and
fine
days
are
the
episodes
,
of
our
country
’
s
history
;
now
,
isn
’
t
that
true
?
"
"
But
the
time
of
year
is
come
for
changeable
weather
.
"
"
Well
,
yes
.
The
fact
is
,
these
autumn
races
are
the
ruin
of
everybody
.
Never
did
I
see
such
a
day
as
’
twas
!
’
Tis
a
wild
open
place
,
just
out
of
Budmouth
,
and
a
drab
sea
rolled
in
towards
us
like
liquid
misery
.
Wind
and
rain
—
good
Lord
!
Dark
?
Why
,
’
twas
as
black
as
my
hat
before
the
last
race
was
run
.
’
Twas
five
o
’
clock
,
and
you
couldn
’
t
see
the
horses
till
they
were
almost
in
,
leave
alone
colours
.
The
ground
was
as
heavy
as
lead
,
and
all
judgment
from
a
fellow
’
s
experience
went
for
nothing
.
Horses
,
riders
,
people
,
were
all
blown
about
like
ships
at
sea
.
Three
booths
were
blown
over
,
and
the
wretched
folk
inside
crawled
out
upon
their
hands
and
knees
;
and
in
the
next
field
were
as
many
as
a
dozen
hats
at
one
time
.
Ay
,
Pimpernel
regularly
stuck
fast
,
when
about
sixty
yards
off
,
and
when
I
saw
Policy
stepping
on
,
it
did
knock
my
heart
against
the
lining
of
my
ribs
,
I
assure
you
,
my
love
!
"
"
And
you
mean
,
Frank
,
"
said
Bathsheba
,
sadly
—
her
voice
was
painfully
lowered
from
the
fulness
and
vivacity
of
the
previous
summer
—
"
that
you
have
lost
more
than
a
hundred
pounds
in
a
month
by
this
dreadful
horse
-
racing
?
O
,
Frank
,
it
is
cruel
;
it
is
foolish
of
you
to
take
away
my
money
so
.
We
shall
have
to
leave
the
farm
;
that
will
be
the
end
of
it
!
"
"
Humbug
about
cruel
.
Now
,
there
’
tis
again
—
turn
on
the
waterworks
;
that
’
s
just
like
you
.
"
"
But
you
’
ll
promise
me
not
to
go
to
Budmouth
second
meeting
,
won
’
t
you
?
"
she
implored
.
Bathsheba
was
at
the
full
depth
for
tears
,
but
she
maintained
a
dry
eye
.
"
I
don
’
t
see
why
I
should
;
in
fact
,
if
it
turns
out
to
be
a
fine
day
,
I
was
thinking
of
taking
you
.
