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She
noticed
that
instead
of
entering
the
small
parlour
or
office
where
the
farm
accounts
were
kept
,
and
waiting
,
or
leaving
a
memorandum
as
he
had
hitherto
done
during
her
seclusion
,
Oak
never
came
at
all
when
she
was
likely
to
be
there
,
only
entering
at
unseasonable
hours
when
her
presence
in
that
part
of
the
house
was
least
to
be
expected
.
Whenever
he
wanted
directions
he
sent
a
message
,
or
note
with
neither
heading
nor
signature
,
to
which
she
was
obliged
to
reply
in
the
same
offhand
style
.
Poor
Bathsheba
began
to
suffer
now
from
the
most
torturing
sting
of
all
—
a
sensation
that
she
was
despised
.
The
autumn
wore
away
gloomily
enough
amid
these
melancholy
conjectures
,
and
Christmas
-
day
came
,
completing
a
year
of
her
legal
widowhood
,
and
two
years
and
a
quarter
of
her
life
alone
.
On
examining
her
heart
it
appeared
beyond
measure
strange
that
the
subject
of
which
the
season
might
have
been
supposed
suggestive
—
the
event
in
the
hall
at
Boldwood
’
s
—
was
not
agitating
her
at
all
;
but
instead
,
an
agonizing
conviction
that
everybody
abjured
her
—
for
what
she
could
not
tell
—
and
that
Oak
was
the
ringleader
of
the
recusants
.
Coming
out
of
church
that
day
she
looked
round
in
hope
that
Oak
,
whose
bass
voice
she
had
heard
rolling
out
from
the
gallery
overhead
in
a
most
unconcerned
manner
,
might
chance
to
linger
in
her
path
in
the
old
way
.
There
he
was
,
as
usual
,
coming
down
the
path
behind
her
.
But
on
seeing
Bathsheba
turn
,
he
looked
aside
,
and
as
soon
as
he
got
beyond
the
gate
,
and
there
was
the
barest
excuse
for
a
divergence
,
he
made
one
,
and
vanished
.
The
next
morning
brought
the
culminating
stroke
;
she
had
been
expecting
it
long
.
It
was
a
formal
notice
by
letter
from
him
that
he
should
not
renew
his
engagement
with
her
for
the
following
Lady
-
day
.
Bathsheba
actually
sat
and
cried
over
this
letter
most
bitterly
.
She
was
aggrieved
and
wounded
that
the
possession
of
hopeless
love
from
Gabriel
,
which
she
had
grown
to
regard
as
her
inalienable
right
for
life
,
should
have
been
withdrawn
just
at
his
own
pleasure
in
this
way
.
She
was
bewildered
too
by
the
prospect
of
having
to
rely
on
her
own
resources
again
:
it
seemed
to
herself
that
she
never
could
again
acquire
energy
sufficient
to
go
to
market
,
barter
,
and
sell
.
Since
Troy
’
s
death
Oak
had
attended
all
sales
and
fairs
for
her
,
transacting
her
business
at
the
same
time
with
his
own
.
What
should
she
do
now
?
Her
life
was
becoming
a
desolation
.
So
desolate
was
Bathsheba
this
evening
,
that
in
an
absolute
hunger
for
pity
and
sympathy
,
and
miserable
in
that
she
appeared
to
have
outlived
the
only
true
friendship
she
had
ever
owned
,
she
put
on
her
bonnet
and
cloak
and
went
down
to
Oak
’
s
house
just
after
sunset
,
guided
on
her
way
by
the
pale
primrose
rays
of
a
crescent
moon
a
few
days
old
.
A
lively
firelight
shone
from
the
window
,
but
nobody
was
visible
in
the
room
.
She
tapped
nervously
,
and
then
thought
it
doubtful
if
it
were
right
for
a
single
woman
to
call
upon
a
bachelor
who
lived
alone
,
although
he
was
her
manager
,
and
she
might
be
supposed
to
call
on
business
without
any
real
impropriety
.
Gabriel
opened
the
door
,
and
the
moon
shone
upon
his
forehead
.
"
Mr
.
Oak
,
"
said
Bathsheba
,
faintly
.
"
Yes
;
I
am
Mr
.
Oak
,
"
said
Gabriel
.
"
Who
have
I
the
honour
—
O
how
stupid
of
me
,
not
to
know
you
,
mistress
!
"
"
I
shall
not
be
your
mistress
much
longer
,
shall
I
Gabriel
?
"
she
said
,
in
pathetic
tones
.
