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III

Boldwood

was

dressing

also

at

this

hour

.

A

tailor

from

Casterbridge

was

with

him

,

assisting

him

in

the

operation

of

trying

on

a

new

coat

that

had

just

been

brought

home

.

Never

had

Boldwood

been

so

fastidious

,

unreasonable

about

the

fit

,

and

generally

difficult

to

please

.

The

tailor

walked

round

and

round

him

,

tugged

at

the

waist

,

pulled

the

sleeve

,

pressed

out

the

collar

,

and

for

the

first

time

in

his

experience

Boldwood

was

not

bored

.

Times

had

been

when

the

farmer

had

exclaimed

against

all

such

niceties

as

childish

,

but

now

no

philosophic

or

hasty

rebuke

whatever

was

provoked

by

this

man

for

attaching

as

much

importance

to

a

crease

in

the

coat

as

to

an

earthquake

in

South

America

.

Boldwood

at

last

expressed

himself

nearly

satisfied

,

and

paid

the

bill

,

the

tailor

passing

out

of

the

door

just

as

Oak

came

in

to

report

progress

for

the

day

.

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"

Oh

,

Oak

,

"

said

Boldwood

.

"

I

shall

of

course

see

you

here

to

-

night

.

Make

yourself

merry

.

I

am

determined

that

neither

expense

nor

trouble

shall

be

spared

.

"

"

I

’

ll

try

to

be

here

,

sir

,

though

perhaps

it

may

not

be

very

early

,

"

said

Gabriel

,

quietly

.

"

I

am

glad

indeed

to

see

such

a

change

in

’

ee

from

what

it

used

to

be

.

"

"

Yes

—

I

must

own

it

—

I

am

bright

to

-

night

:

cheerful

and

more

than

cheerful

—

so

much

so

that

I

am

almost

sad

again

with

the

sense

that

all

of

it

is

passing

away

.

And

sometimes

,

when

I

am

excessively

hopeful

and

blithe

,

a

trouble

is

looming

in

the

distance

:

so

that

I

often

get

to

look

upon

gloom

in

me

with

content

,

and

to

fear

a

happy

mood

.

Still

this

may

be

absurd

—

I

feel

that

it

is

absurd

.

Perhaps

my

day

is

dawning

at

last

.

"

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"

I

hope

it

’

ill

be

a

long

and

a

fair

one

.

"

"

Thank

you

—

thank

you

.

Yet

perhaps

my

cheerfulness

rests

on

a

slender

hope

.

And

yet

I

trust

my

hope

.

It

is

faith

,

not

hope

.

I

think

this

time

I

reckon

with

my

host

.

—

Oak

,

my

hands

are

a

little

shaky

,

or

something

;

I

can

’

t

tie

this

neckerchief

properly

.

Perhaps

you

will

tie

it

for

me

.

The

fact

is

,

I

have

not

been

well

lately

,

you

know

.

"

"

I

am

sorry

to

hear

that

,

sir

.

"

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