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"
I
believe
she
did
…
Ma
’
am
,
shall
I
call
Liddy
?
You
bain
’
t
well
,
ma
’
am
,
surely
?
You
look
like
a
lily
—
so
pale
and
fainty
!
"
"
No
;
don
’
t
call
her
;
it
is
nothing
.
When
did
she
pass
Weatherbury
?
"
"
Last
Saturday
night
.
"
"
That
will
do
,
Joseph
;
now
you
may
go
.
"
"
Certainly
,
ma
’
am
.
"
"
Joseph
,
come
hither
a
moment
.
What
was
the
colour
of
Fanny
Robin
’
s
hair
?
"
"
Really
,
mistress
,
now
that
’
tis
put
to
me
so
judge
-
and
-
jury
like
,
I
can
’
t
call
to
mind
,
if
ye
’
ll
believe
me
!
"
"
Never
mind
;
go
on
and
do
what
I
told
you
.
Stop
—
well
no
,
go
on
.
"
She
turned
herself
away
from
him
,
that
he
might
no
longer
notice
the
mood
which
had
set
its
sign
so
visibly
upon
her
,
and
went
indoors
with
a
distressing
sense
of
faintness
and
a
beating
brow
.
About
an
hour
after
,
she
heard
the
noise
of
the
waggon
and
went
out
,
still
with
a
painful
consciousness
of
her
bewildered
and
troubled
look
.
Joseph
,
dressed
in
his
best
suit
of
clothes
,
was
putting
in
the
horse
to
start
.
The
shrubs
and
flowers
were
all
piled
in
the
waggon
,
as
she
had
directed
;
Bathsheba
hardly
saw
them
now
.
