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"
Yes
;
that
’
s
the
young
lady
,
I
believe
,
"
said
the
the
person
addressed
.
"
I
have
some
awkward
news
to
break
to
her
.
Her
husband
is
drowned
.
"
As
if
endowed
with
the
spirit
of
prophecy
,
Bathsheba
gasped
out
,
"
No
,
it
is
not
true
;
it
cannot
be
true
!
"
Then
she
said
and
heard
no
more
.
The
ice
of
self
-
command
which
had
latterly
gathered
over
her
was
broken
,
and
the
currents
burst
forth
again
,
and
overwhelmed
her
.
A
darkness
came
into
her
eyes
,
and
she
fell
.
But
not
to
the
ground
.
A
gloomy
man
,
who
had
been
observing
her
from
under
the
portico
of
the
old
corn
-
exchange
when
she
passed
through
the
group
without
,
stepped
quickly
to
her
side
at
the
moment
of
her
exclamation
,
and
caught
her
in
his
arms
as
she
sank
down
.
"
What
is
it
?
"
said
Boldwood
,
looking
up
at
the
bringer
of
the
big
news
,
as
he
supported
her
.
"
Her
husband
was
drowned
this
week
while
bathing
in
Lulwind
Cove
.
A
coastguardsman
found
his
clothes
,
and
brought
them
into
Budmouth
yesterday
.
"
Thereupon
a
strange
fire
lighted
up
Boldwood
’
s
eye
,
and
his
face
flushed
with
the
suppressed
excitement
of
an
unutterable
thought
.
Everybody
’
s
glance
was
now
centred
upon
him
and
the
unconscious
Bathsheba
.
He
lifted
her
bodily
off
the
ground
,
and
smoothed
down
the
folds
of
her
dress
as
a
child
might
have
taken
a
storm
-
beaten
bird
and
arranged
its
ruffled
plumes
,
and
bore
her
along
the
pavement
to
the
King
’
s
Arms
Inn
.
Here
he
passed
with
her
under
the
archway
into
a
private
room
;
and
by
the
time
he
had
deposited
—
so
lothly
—
the
precious
burden
upon
a
sofa
,
Bathsheba
had
opened
her
eyes
.
Remembering
all
that
had
occurred
,
she
murmured
,
"
I
want
to
go
home
!
"
Boldwood
left
the
room
.
He
stood
for
a
moment
in
the
passage
to
recover
his
senses
.
The
experience
had
been
too
much
for
his
consciousness
to
keep
up
with
,
and
now
that
he
had
grasped
it
it
had
gone
again
.
For
those
few
heavenly
,
golden
moments
she
had
been
in
his
arms
.
What
did
it
matter
about
her
not
knowing
it
?
She
had
been
close
to
his
breast
;
he
had
been
close
to
hers
.
He
started
onward
again
,
and
sending
a
woman
to
her
,
went
out
to
ascertain
all
the
facts
of
the
case
.
These
appeared
to
be
limited
to
what
he
had
already
heard
.
He
then
ordered
her
horse
to
be
put
into
the
gig
,
and
when
all
was
ready
returned
to
inform
her
.
He
found
that
,
though
still
pale
and
unwell
,
she
had
in
the
meantime
sent
for
the
Budmouth
man
who
brought
the
tidings
,
and
learnt
from
him
all
there
was
to
know
.
