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At
the
rear
of
the
large
tent
there
were
two
small
dressing
-
tents
.
One
of
these
,
alloted
to
the
male
performers
,
was
partitioned
into
halves
by
a
cloth
;
and
in
one
of
the
divisions
there
was
sitting
on
the
grass
,
pulling
on
a
pair
of
jack
-
boots
,
a
young
man
whom
we
instantly
recognise
as
Sergeant
Troy
.
Troy
’
s
appearance
in
this
position
may
be
briefly
accounted
for
.
The
brig
aboard
which
he
was
taken
in
Budmouth
Roads
was
about
to
start
on
a
voyage
,
though
somewhat
short
of
hands
.
Troy
read
the
articles
and
joined
,
but
before
they
sailed
a
boat
was
despatched
across
the
bay
to
Lulwind
cove
;
as
he
had
half
expected
,
his
clothes
were
gone
.
He
ultimately
worked
his
passage
to
the
United
States
,
where
he
made
a
precarious
living
in
various
towns
as
Professor
of
Gymnastics
,
Sword
Exercise
,
Fencing
,
and
Pugilism
.
A
few
months
were
sufficient
to
give
him
a
distaste
for
this
kind
of
life
.
There
was
a
certain
animal
form
of
refinement
in
his
nature
;
and
however
pleasant
a
strange
condition
might
be
whilst
privations
were
easily
warded
off
,
it
was
disadvantageously
coarse
when
money
was
short
.
There
was
ever
present
,
too
,
the
idea
that
he
could
claim
a
home
and
its
comforts
did
he
but
chose
to
return
to
England
and
Weatherbury
Farm
.
Whether
Bathsheba
thought
him
dead
was
a
frequent
subject
of
curious
conjecture
.
To
England
he
did
return
at
last
;
but
the
fact
of
drawing
nearer
to
Weatherbury
abstracted
its
fascinations
,
and
his
intention
to
enter
his
old
groove
at
the
place
became
modified
.
It
was
with
gloom
he
considered
on
landing
at
Liverpool
that
if
he
were
to
go
home
his
reception
would
be
of
a
kind
very
unpleasant
to
contemplate
;
for
what
Troy
had
in
the
way
of
emotion
was
an
occasional
fitful
sentiment
which
sometimes
caused
him
as
much
inconvenience
as
emotion
of
a
strong
and
healthy
kind
.
Bathsheba
was
not
a
woman
to
be
made
a
fool
of
,
or
a
woman
to
suffer
in
silence
;
and
how
could
he
endure
existence
with
a
spirited
wife
to
whom
at
first
entering
he
would
be
beholden
for
food
and
lodging
?
Moreover
,
it
was
not
at
all
unlikely
that
his
wife
would
fail
at
her
farming
,
if
she
had
not
already
done
so
;
and
he
would
then
become
liable
for
her
maintenance
:
and
what
a
life
such
a
future
of
poverty
with
her
would
be
,
the
spectre
of
Fanny
constantly
between
them
,
harrowing
his
temper
and
embittering
her
words
!
Thus
,
for
reasons
touching
on
distaste
,
regret
,
and
shame
commingled
,
he
put
off
his
return
from
day
to
day
,
and
would
have
decided
to
put
it
off
altogether
if
he
could
have
found
anywhere
else
the
ready
-
made
establishment
which
existed
for
him
there
.
At
this
time
—
the
July
preceding
the
September
in
which
we
find
at
Greenhill
Fair
—
he
fell
in
with
a
travelling
circus
which
was
performing
in
the
outskirts
of
a
northern
town
.
Troy
introduced
himself
to
the
manager
by
taming
a
restive
horse
of
the
troupe
,
hitting
a
suspended
apple
with
a
pistol
-
bullet
fired
from
the
animal
’
s
back
when
in
full
gallop
,
and
other
feats
.
For
his
merits
in
these
—
all
more
or
less
based
upon
his
experiences
as
a
dragoon
-
guardsman
—
Troy
was
taken
into
the
company
,
and
the
play
of
Turpin
was
prepared
with
a
view
to
his
personation
of
the
chief
character
.
Troy
was
not
greatly
elated
by
the
appreciative
spirit
in
which
he
was
undoubtedly
treated
,
but
he
thought
the
engagement
might
afford
him
a
few
weeks
for
consideration
.
It
was
thus
carelessly
,
and
without
having
formed
any
definite
plan
for
the
future
,
that
Troy
found
himself
at
Greenhill
Fair
with
the
rest
of
the
company
on
this
day
.
And
now
the
mild
autumn
sun
got
lower
,
and
in
front
of
the
pavilion
the
following
incident
had
taken
place
.
Bathsheba
—
who
was
driven
to
the
fair
that
day
by
her
odd
man
Poorgrass
—
had
,
like
every
one
else
,
read
or
heard
the
announcement
that
Mr
.
Francis
,
the
Great
Cosmopolitan
Equestrian
and
Roughrider
,
would
enact
the
part
of
Turpin
,
and
she
was
not
yet
too
old
and
careworn
to
be
without
a
little
curiosity
to
see
him
.
This
particular
show
was
by
far
the
largest
and
grandest
in
the
fair
,
a
horde
of
little
shows
grouping
themselves
under
its
shade
like
chickens
around
a
hen
.
The
crowd
had
passed
in
,
and
Boldwood
,
who
had
been
watching
all
the
day
for
an
opportunity
of
speaking
to
her
,
seeing
her
comparatively
isolated
,
came
up
to
her
side
.
"
I
hope
the
sheep
have
done
well
to
-
day
,
Mrs
.
Troy
?
"
he
said
,
nervously
.
"
Oh
yes
,
thank
you
,
"
said
Bathsheba
,
colour
springing
up
in
the
centre
of
her
cheeks
.
"
I
was
fortunate
enough
to
sell
them
all
just
as
we
got
upon
the
hill
,
so
we
hadn
’
t
to
pen
at
all
.
"
