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"
I
can
’
t
.
"
"
But
the
play
must
proceed
.
"
"
Do
you
give
out
that
Turpin
has
got
a
bad
cold
,
and
can
’
t
speak
his
part
,
but
that
he
’
ll
perform
it
just
the
same
without
speaking
.
"
The
proprietor
shook
his
head
.
"
Anyhow
,
play
or
no
play
,
I
won
’
t
open
my
mouth
,
"
said
Troy
,
firmly
.
"
Very
well
,
then
let
me
see
.
I
tell
you
how
we
’
ll
manage
,
"
said
the
other
,
who
perhaps
felt
it
would
be
extremely
awkward
to
offend
his
leading
man
just
at
this
time
.
"
I
won
’
t
tell
’
em
anything
about
your
keeping
silence
;
go
on
with
the
piece
and
say
nothing
,
doing
what
you
can
by
a
judicious
wink
now
and
then
,
and
a
few
indomitable
nods
in
the
heroic
places
,
you
know
.
They
’
ll
never
find
out
that
the
speeches
are
omitted
.
"
This
seemed
feasible
enough
,
for
Turpin
’
s
speeches
were
not
many
or
long
,
the
fascination
of
the
piece
lying
entirely
in
the
action
;
and
accordingly
the
play
began
,
and
at
the
appointed
time
Black
Bess
leapt
into
the
grassy
circle
amid
the
plaudits
of
the
spectators
.
At
the
turnpike
scene
,
where
Bess
and
Turpin
are
hotly
pursued
at
midnight
by
the
officers
,
and
the
half
-
awake
gatekeeper
in
his
tasselled
nightcap
denies
that
any
horseman
has
passed
,
Coggan
uttered
a
broad
-
chested
"
Well
done
!
"
which
could
be
heard
all
over
the
fair
above
the
bleating
,
and
Poorgrass
smiled
delightedly
with
a
nice
sense
of
dramatic
contrast
between
our
hero
,
who
coolly
leaps
the
gate
,
and
halting
justice
in
the
form
of
his
enemies
,
who
must
needs
pull
up
cumbersomely
and
wait
to
be
let
through
.
At
the
death
of
Tom
King
,
he
could
not
refrain
from
seizing
Coggan
by
the
hand
,
and
whispering
,
with
tears
in
his
eyes
,
"
Of
course
he
’
s
not
really
shot
,
Jan
—
only
seemingly
!
"
And
when
the
last
sad
scene
came
on
,
and
the
body
of
the
gallant
and
faithful
Bess
had
to
be
carried
out
on
a
shutter
by
twelve
volunteers
from
among
the
spectators
,
nothing
could
restrain
Poorgrass
from
lending
a
hand
,
exclaiming
,
as
he
asked
Jan
to
join
him
,
"
Twill
be
something
to
tell
of
at
Warren
’
s
in
future
years
,
Jan
,
and
hand
down
to
our
children
.
"
For
many
a
year
in
Weatherbury
,
Joseph
told
,
with
the
air
of
a
man
who
had
had
experiences
in
his
time
,
that
he
touched
with
his
own
hand
the
hoof
of
Bess
as
she
lay
upon
the
board
upon
his
shoulder
.
If
,
as
some
thinkers
hold
,
immortality
consists
in
being
enshrined
in
others
’
memories
,
then
did
Black
Bess
become
immortal
that
day
if
she
never
had
done
so
before
.
Meanwhile
Troy
had
added
a
few
touches
to
his
ordinary
make
-
up
for
the
character
,
the
more
effectually
to
disguise
himself
,
and
though
he
had
felt
faint
qualms
on
first
entering
,
the
metamorphosis
effected
by
judiciously
"
lining
"
his
face
with
a
wire
rendered
him
safe
from
the
eyes
of
Bathsheba
and
her
men
.
Nevertheless
,
he
was
relieved
when
it
was
got
through
.
There
was
a
second
performance
in
the
evening
,
and
the
tent
was
lighted
up
.
Troy
had
taken
his
part
very
quietly
this
time
,
venturing
to
introduce
a
few
speeches
on
occasion
;
and
was
just
concluding
it
when
,
whilst
standing
at
the
edge
of
the
circle
contiguous
to
the
first
row
of
spectators
,
he
observed
within
a
yard
of
him
the
eye
of
a
man
darted
keenly
into
his
side
features
.
Troy
hastily
shifted
his
position
,
after
having
recognized
in
the
scrutineer
the
knavish
bailiff
Pennyways
,
his
wife
’
s
sworn
enemy
,
who
still
hung
about
the
outskirts
of
Weatherbury
.
