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"
One
day
I
just
named
it
to
him
,
and
asked
him
if
he
knew
Fanny
’
s
young
man
.
He
said
,
’
Oh
yes
,
he
knew
the
young
man
as
well
as
he
knew
himself
,
and
that
there
wasn
’
t
a
man
in
the
regiment
he
liked
better
.
’
"
"
Ah
!
Said
that
,
did
he
?
"
"
Yes
;
and
he
said
there
was
a
strong
likeness
between
himself
and
the
other
young
man
,
so
that
sometimes
people
mistook
them
—
"
"
Liddy
,
for
Heaven
’
s
sake
stop
your
talking
!
"
said
Bathsheba
,
with
the
nervous
petulance
that
comes
from
worrying
perceptions
.
A
wall
bounded
the
site
of
Casterbridge
Union
-
house
,
except
along
a
portion
of
the
end
.
Here
a
high
gable
stood
prominent
,
and
it
was
covered
like
the
front
with
a
mat
of
ivy
.
In
this
gable
was
no
window
,
chimney
,
ornament
,
or
protuberance
of
any
kind
.
The
single
feature
appertaining
to
it
,
beyond
the
expanse
of
dark
green
leaves
,
was
a
small
door
.
The
situation
of
the
door
was
peculiar
.
The
sill
was
three
or
four
feet
above
the
ground
,
and
for
a
moment
one
was
at
a
loss
for
an
explanation
of
this
exceptional
altitude
,
till
ruts
immediately
beneath
suggested
that
the
door
was
used
solely
for
the
passage
of
articles
and
persons
to
and
from
the
level
of
a
vehicle
standing
on
the
outside
.
Upon
the
whole
,
the
door
seemed
to
advertise
itself
as
a
species
of
Traitor
’
s
Gate
translated
to
another
sphere
.
That
entry
and
exit
hereby
was
only
at
rare
intervals
became
apparent
on
noting
that
tufts
of
grass
were
allowed
to
flourish
undisturbed
in
the
chinks
of
the
sill
.
As
the
clock
over
the
South
-
street
Alms
-
house
pointed
to
five
minutes
to
three
,
a
blue
spring
waggon
,
picked
out
with
red
,
and
containing
boughs
and
flowers
,
passed
the
end
of
the
street
,
and
up
towards
this
side
of
the
building
.
Whilst
the
chimes
were
yet
stammering
out
a
shattered
form
of
"
Malbrook
,
"
Joseph
Poorgrass
rang
the
bell
,
and
received
directions
to
back
his
waggon
against
the
high
door
under
the
gable
.
The
door
then
opened
,
and
a
plain
elm
coffin
was
slowly
thrust
forth
,
and
laid
by
two
men
in
fustian
along
the
middle
of
the
vehicle
.
One
of
the
men
then
stepped
up
beside
it
,
took
from
his
pocket
a
lump
of
chalk
,
and
wrote
upon
the
cover
the
name
and
a
few
other
words
in
a
large
scrawling
hand
.
(
We
believe
that
they
do
these
things
more
tenderly
now
,
and
provide
a
plate
.
)
He
covered
the
whole
with
a
black
cloth
,
threadbare
,
but
decent
,
the
tail
-
board
of
the
waggon
was
returned
to
its
place
,
one
of
the
men
handed
a
certificate
of
registry
to
Poorgrass
,
and
both
entered
the
door
,
closing
it
behind
them
.
Their
connection
with
her
,
short
as
it
had
been
,
was
over
for
ever
.
Joseph
then
placed
the
flowers
as
enjoined
,
and
the
evergreens
around
the
flowers
,
till
it
was
difficult
to
divine
what
the
waggon
contained
;
he
smacked
his
whip
,
and
the
rather
pleasing
funeral
car
crept
down
the
hill
,
and
along
the
road
to
Weatherbury
.
The
afternoon
drew
on
apace
,
and
,
looking
to
the
right
towards
the
sea
as
he
walked
beside
the
horse
,
Poorgrass
saw
strange
clouds
and
scrolls
of
mist
rolling
over
the
long
ridges
which
girt
the
landscape
in
that
quarter
.
They
came
in
yet
greater
volumes
,
and
indolently
crept
across
the
intervening
valleys
,
and
around
the
withered
papery
flags
of
the
moor
and
river
brinks
.
Then
their
dank
spongy
forms
closed
in
upon
the
sky
.
It
was
a
sudden
overgrowth
of
atmospheric
fungi
which
had
their
roots
in
the
neighbouring
sea
,
and
by
the
time
that
horse
,
man
,
and
corpse
entered
Yalbury
Great
Wood
,
these
silent
workings
of
an
invisible
hand
had
reached
them
,
and
they
were
completely
enveloped
,
this
being
the
first
arrival
of
the
autumn
fogs
,
and
the
first
fog
of
the
series
.
