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Being
hardly
in
a
condition
to
drive
home
as
she
had
driven
to
town
,
Boldwood
,
with
every
delicacy
of
manner
and
feeling
,
offered
to
get
her
a
driver
,
or
to
give
her
a
seat
in
his
phaeton
,
which
was
more
comfortable
than
her
own
conveyance
.
These
proposals
Bathsheba
gently
declined
,
and
the
farmer
at
once
departed
.
About
half
-
an
-
hour
later
she
invigorated
herself
by
an
effort
,
and
took
her
seat
and
the
reins
as
usual
—
in
external
appearance
much
as
if
nothing
had
happened
.
She
went
out
of
the
town
by
a
tortuous
back
street
,
and
drove
slowly
along
,
unconscious
of
the
road
and
the
scene
.
The
first
shades
of
evening
were
showing
themselves
when
Bathsheba
reached
home
,
where
,
silently
alighting
and
leaving
the
horse
in
the
hands
of
the
boy
,
she
proceeded
at
once
upstairs
.
Liddy
met
her
on
the
landing
.
The
news
had
preceded
Bathsheba
to
Weatherbury
by
half
-
an
-
hour
,
and
Liddy
looked
inquiringly
into
her
mistress
’
s
face
.
Bathsheba
had
nothing
to
say
.
She
entered
her
bedroom
and
sat
by
the
window
,
and
thought
and
thought
till
night
enveloped
her
,
and
the
extreme
lines
only
of
her
shape
were
visible
.
Somebody
came
to
the
door
,
knocked
,
and
opened
it
.
"
Well
,
what
is
it
,
Liddy
?
"
she
said
.
"
I
was
thinking
there
must
be
something
got
for
you
to
wear
,
"
said
Liddy
,
with
hesitation
.
"
What
do
you
mean
?
"
"
Mourning
.
"
"
No
,
no
,
no
,
"
said
Bathsheba
,
hurriedly
.
"
But
I
suppose
there
must
be
something
done
for
poor
—
"
