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"
I
thought
you
might
like
to
go
and
see
where
they
have
put
Fanny
.
The
trees
hide
the
place
from
your
window
.
"
Bathsheba
had
all
sorts
of
dreads
about
meeting
her
husband
.
"
Has
Mr
.
Troy
been
in
to
-
night
?
"
she
said
.
"
No
,
ma
’
am
;
I
think
he
’
s
gone
to
Budmouth
.
"
Budmouth
!
The
sound
of
the
word
carried
with
it
a
much
diminished
perspective
of
him
and
his
deeds
;
there
were
thirteen
miles
interval
betwixt
them
now
.
She
hated
questioning
Liddy
about
her
husband
’
s
movements
,
and
indeed
had
hitherto
sedulously
avoided
doing
so
;
but
now
all
the
house
knew
that
there
had
been
some
dreadful
disagreement
between
them
,
and
it
was
futile
to
attempt
disguise
.
Bathsheba
had
reached
a
stage
at
which
people
cease
to
have
any
appreciative
regard
for
public
opinion
.
"
What
makes
you
think
he
has
gone
there
?
"
she
said
.
"
Laban
Tall
saw
him
on
the
Budmouth
road
this
morning
before
breakfast
.
"
Bathsheba
was
momentarily
relieved
of
that
wayward
heaviness
of
the
past
twenty
-
four
hours
which
had
quenched
the
vitality
of
youth
in
her
without
substituting
the
philosophy
of
maturer
years
,
and
she
resolved
to
go
out
and
walk
a
little
way
.
So
when
breakfast
was
over
,
she
put
on
her
bonnet
,
and
took
a
direction
towards
the
church
.
It
was
nine
o
’
clock
,
and
the
men
having
returned
to
work
again
from
their
first
meal
,
she
was
not
likely
to
meet
many
of
them
in
the
road
.
Knowing
that
Fanny
had
been
laid
in
the
reprobates
’
quarter
of
the
graveyard
,
called
in
the
parish
"
behind
church
,
"
which
was
invisible
from
the
road
,
it
was
impossible
to
resist
the
impulse
to
enter
and
look
upon
a
spot
which
,
from
nameless
feelings
,
she
at
the
same
time
dreaded
to
see
.
She
had
been
unable
to
overcome
an
impression
that
some
connection
existed
between
her
rival
and
the
light
through
the
trees
.
Bathsheba
skirted
the
buttress
,
and
beheld
the
hole
and
the
tomb
,
its
delicately
veined
surface
splashed
and
stained
just
as
Troy
had
seen
it
and
left
it
two
hours
earlier
.
On
the
other
side
of
the
scene
stood
Gabriel
.
His
eyes
,
too
,
were
fixed
on
the
tomb
,
and
her
arrival
having
been
noiseless
,
she
had
not
as
yet
attracted
his
attention
.
Bathsheba
did
not
at
once
perceive
that
the
grand
tomb
and
the
disturbed
grave
were
Fanny
’
s
,
and
she
looked
on
both
sides
and
around
for
some
humbler
mound
,
earthed
up
and
clodded
in
the
usual
way
.
Then
her
eye
followed
Oak
’
s
,
and
she
read
the
words
with
which
the
inscription
opened
:
—
Erected
by
Francis
Troy
