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He
reached
the
race
-
course
at
two
o
’
clock
,
and
remained
either
there
or
in
the
town
till
nine
.
But
Fanny
’
s
image
,
as
it
had
appeared
to
him
in
the
sombre
shadows
of
that
Saturday
evening
,
returned
to
his
mind
,
backed
up
by
Bathsheba
’
s
reproaches
.
He
vowed
he
would
not
bet
,
and
he
kept
his
vow
,
for
on
leaving
the
town
at
nine
o
’
clock
in
the
evening
he
had
diminished
his
cash
only
to
the
extent
of
a
few
shillings
.
He
trotted
slowly
homeward
,
and
it
was
now
that
he
was
struck
for
the
first
time
with
a
thought
that
Fanny
had
been
really
prevented
by
illness
from
keeping
her
promise
.
This
time
she
could
have
made
no
mistake
.
He
regretted
that
he
had
not
remained
in
Casterbridge
and
made
inquiries
.
Reaching
home
he
quietly
unharnessed
the
horse
and
came
indoors
,
as
we
have
seen
,
to
the
fearful
shock
that
awaited
him
.
As
soon
as
it
grew
light
enough
to
distinguish
objects
,
Troy
arose
from
the
coverlet
of
the
bed
,
and
in
a
mood
of
absolute
indifference
to
Bathsheba
’
s
whereabouts
,
and
almost
oblivious
of
her
existence
,
he
stalked
downstairs
and
left
the
house
by
the
back
door
.
His
walk
was
towards
the
churchyard
,
entering
which
he
searched
around
till
he
found
a
newly
dug
unoccupied
grave
—
the
grave
dug
the
day
before
for
Fanny
.
The
position
of
this
having
been
marked
,
he
hastened
on
to
Casterbridge
,
only
pausing
and
musing
for
a
while
at
the
hill
whereon
he
had
last
seen
Fanny
alive
.
Reaching
the
town
,
Troy
descended
into
a
side
street
and
entered
a
pair
of
gates
surmounted
by
a
board
bearing
the
words
,
"
Lester
,
stone
and
marble
mason
.
"
Within
were
lying
about
stones
of
all
sizes
and
designs
,
inscribed
as
being
sacred
to
the
memory
of
unnamed
persons
who
had
not
yet
died
.
Troy
was
so
unlike
himself
now
in
look
,
word
,
and
deed
,
that
the
want
of
likeness
was
perceptible
even
to
his
own
consciousness
.
His
method
of
engaging
himself
in
this
business
of
purchasing
a
tomb
was
that
of
an
absolutely
unpractised
man
.
He
could
not
bring
himself
to
consider
,
calculate
,
or
economize
.
He
waywardly
wished
for
something
,
and
he
set
about
obtaining
it
like
a
child
in
a
nursery
.
"
I
want
a
good
tomb
,
"
he
said
to
the
man
who
stood
in
a
little
office
within
the
yard
.
"
I
want
as
good
a
one
as
you
can
give
me
for
twenty
-
seven
pounds
.
"
It
was
all
the
money
he
possessed
.
"
That
sum
to
include
everything
?
"
"
Everything
.
Cutting
the
name
,
carriage
to
Weatherbury
,
and
erection
.
And
I
want
it
now
,
at
once
.
"
"
We
could
not
get
anything
special
worked
this
week
.
"
