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"
Have
you
any
money
?
"
"
None
.
"
"
Good
Heaven
—
I
wish
I
had
more
to
give
you
!
Here
’
s
—
wretched
—
the
merest
trifle
.
It
is
every
farthing
I
have
left
.
I
have
none
but
what
my
wife
gives
me
,
you
know
,
and
I
can
’
t
ask
her
now
.
"
The
woman
made
no
answer
.
"
I
have
only
another
moment
,
"
continued
Troy
;
"
and
now
listen
.
Where
are
you
going
to
-
night
?
Casterbridge
Union
?
"
"
Yes
;
I
thought
to
go
there
.
"
"
You
shan
’
t
go
there
;
yet
,
wait
Yes
,
perhaps
for
to
-
night
;
I
can
do
nothing
better
—
worse
luck
!
Sleep
there
to
-
night
,
and
stay
there
to
-
morrow
.
Monday
is
the
first
free
day
I
have
;
and
on
Monday
morning
,
at
ten
exactly
,
meet
me
on
Grey
’
s
Bridge
just
out
of
the
town
.
I
’
ll
bring
all
the
money
I
can
muster
.
You
shan
’
t
want
—
I
’
ll
see
that
,
Fanny
;
then
I
’
ll
get
you
a
lodging
somewhere
.
Good
-
bye
till
then
.
I
am
a
brute
—
but
good
-
bye
!
"
After
advancing
the
distance
which
completed
the
ascent
of
the
hill
,
Bathsheba
turned
her
head
.
The
woman
was
upon
her
feet
,
and
Bathsheba
saw
her
withdrawing
from
Troy
,
and
going
feebly
down
the
hill
by
the
third
milestone
from
Casterbridge
.
Troy
then
came
on
towards
his
wife
,
stepped
into
the
gig
,
took
the
reins
from
her
hand
,
and
without
making
any
observation
whipped
the
horse
into
a
trot
.
He
was
rather
agitated
.
"
Do
you
know
who
that
woman
was
?
"
said
Bathsheba
,
looking
searchingly
into
his
face
.
