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This
feature
consisted
of
one
raised
bench
in
a
very
conspicuous
part
of
the
circle
,
covered
with
red
cloth
,
and
floored
with
a
piece
of
carpet
,
and
Bathsheba
immediately
found
,
to
her
confusion
,
that
she
was
the
single
reserved
individual
in
the
tent
,
the
rest
of
the
crowded
spectators
,
one
and
all
,
standing
on
their
legs
on
the
borders
of
the
arena
,
where
they
got
twice
as
good
a
view
of
the
performance
for
half
the
money
.
Hence
as
many
eyes
were
turned
upon
her
,
enthroned
alone
in
this
place
of
honour
,
against
a
scarlet
background
,
as
upon
the
ponies
and
clown
who
were
engaged
in
preliminary
exploits
in
the
centre
,
Turpin
not
having
yet
appeared
.
Once
there
,
Bathsheba
was
forced
to
make
the
best
of
it
and
remain
:
she
sat
down
,
spreading
her
skirts
with
some
dignity
over
the
unoccupied
space
on
each
side
of
her
,
and
giving
a
new
and
feminine
aspect
to
the
pavilion
.
In
a
few
minutes
she
noticed
the
fat
red
nape
of
Coggan
’
s
neck
among
those
standing
just
below
her
,
and
Joseph
Poorgrass
’
s
saintly
profile
a
little
further
on
.
The
interior
was
shadowy
with
a
peculiar
shade
.
The
strange
luminous
semi
-
opacities
of
fine
autumn
afternoons
and
eves
intensified
into
Rembrandt
effects
the
few
yellow
sunbeams
which
came
through
holes
and
divisions
in
the
canvas
,
and
spirted
like
jets
of
gold
-
dust
across
the
dusky
blue
atmosphere
of
haze
pervading
the
tent
,
until
they
alighted
on
inner
surfaces
of
cloth
opposite
,
and
shone
like
little
lamps
suspended
there
.
Troy
,
on
peeping
from
his
dressing
-
tent
through
a
slit
for
a
reconnoitre
before
entering
,
saw
his
unconscious
wife
on
high
before
him
as
described
,
sitting
as
queen
of
the
tournament
.
He
started
back
in
utter
confusion
,
for
although
his
disguise
effectually
concealed
his
personality
,
he
instantly
felt
that
she
would
be
sure
to
recognize
his
voice
.
He
had
several
times
during
the
day
thought
of
the
possibility
of
some
Weatherbury
person
or
other
appearing
and
recognizing
him
;
but
he
had
taken
the
risk
carelessly
.
If
they
see
me
,
let
them
,
he
had
said
.
But
here
was
Bathsheba
in
her
own
person
;
and
the
reality
of
the
scene
was
so
much
intenser
than
any
of
his
prefigurings
that
he
felt
he
had
not
half
enough
considered
the
point
.
She
looked
so
charming
and
fair
that
his
cool
mood
about
Weatherbury
people
was
changed
.
He
had
not
expected
her
to
exercise
this
power
over
him
in
the
twinkling
of
an
eye
.
Should
he
go
on
,
and
care
nothing
?
He
could
not
bring
himself
to
do
that
.
Beyond
a
politic
wish
to
remain
unknown
,
there
suddenly
arose
in
him
now
a
sense
of
shame
at
the
possibility
that
his
attractive
young
wife
,
who
already
despised
him
,
should
despise
him
more
by
discovering
him
in
so
mean
a
condition
after
so
long
a
time
.
He
actually
blushed
at
the
thought
,
and
was
vexed
beyond
measure
that
his
sentiments
of
dislike
towards
Weatherbury
should
have
led
him
to
dally
about
the
country
in
this
way
.
But
Troy
was
never
more
clever
than
when
absolutely
at
his
wit
’
s
end
.
He
hastily
thrust
aside
the
curtain
dividing
his
own
little
dressing
space
from
that
of
the
manager
and
proprietor
,
who
now
appeared
as
the
individual
called
Tom
King
as
far
down
as
his
waist
,
and
as
the
aforesaid
respectable
manager
thence
to
his
toes
.
"
Here
’
s
the
devil
to
pay
!
"
said
Troy
.
"
How
’
s
that
?
"
"
Why
,
there
’
s
a
blackguard
creditor
in
the
tent
I
don
’
t
want
to
see
,
who
’
ll
discover
me
and
nab
me
as
sure
as
Satan
if
I
open
my
mouth
.
What
’
s
to
be
done
?
"
"
You
must
appear
now
,
I
think
.
"
