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Only
the
carnations
and
peacocks
want
filling
in
;
and
then
it
could
be
framed
and
glazed
,
and
hung
beside
your
aunt
’
s
ma
’
am
.
"
"
Samplers
are
out
of
date
—
horribly
countrified
.
No
Liddy
,
I
’
ll
read
.
Bring
up
some
books
—
not
new
ones
.
I
haven
’
t
heart
to
read
anything
new
.
"
"
Some
of
your
uncle
’
s
old
ones
,
ma
’
am
?
"
"
Yes
.
Some
of
those
we
stowed
away
in
boxes
.
"
A
faint
gleam
of
humour
passed
over
her
face
as
she
said
:
"
Bring
Beaumont
and
Fletcher
’
s
Maid
’
s
Tragedy
,
and
the
Mourning
Bride
,
and
—
let
me
see
—
Night
Thoughts
,
and
the
Vanity
of
Human
Wishes
.
"
"
And
that
story
of
the
black
man
,
who
murdered
his
wife
Desdemona
?
It
is
a
nice
dismal
one
that
would
suit
you
excellent
just
now
.
"
"
Now
,
Liddy
,
you
’
ve
been
looking
into
my
books
without
telling
me
;
and
I
said
you
were
not
to
!
How
do
you
know
it
would
suit
me
?
It
wouldn
’
t
suit
me
at
all
.
"
"
But
if
the
others
do
—
"
"
No
,
they
don
’
t
;
and
I
won
’
t
read
dismal
books
.
Why
should
I
read
dismal
books
,
indeed
?
Bring
me
Love
in
a
Village
,
and
Maid
of
the
Mill
,
and
Doctor
Syntax
,
and
some
volumes
of
the
Spectator
.
"
All
that
day
Bathsheba
and
Liddy
lived
in
the
attic
in
a
state
of
barricade
;
a
precaution
which
proved
to
be
needless
as
against
Troy
,
for
he
did
not
appear
in
the
neighbourhood
or
trouble
them
at
all
.
Bathsheba
sat
at
the
window
till
sunset
,
sometimes
attempting
to
read
,
at
other
times
watching
every
movement
outside
without
much
purpose
,
and
listening
without
much
interest
to
every
sound
.
The
sun
went
down
almost
blood
-
red
that
night
,
and
a
livid
cloud
received
its
rays
in
the
east
