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"
Please
nine
and
ninepence
and
a
good
halfpenny
where
’
twas
a
bad
one
,
sir
—
ma
’
am
I
mane
.
"
"
Quite
correct
.
Now
here
are
ten
shillings
in
addition
as
a
small
present
,
as
I
am
a
new
comer
.
"
Bathsheba
blushed
slightly
at
the
sense
of
being
generous
in
public
,
and
Henery
Fray
,
who
had
drawn
up
towards
her
chair
,
lifted
his
eyebrows
and
fingers
to
express
amazement
on
a
small
scale
.
"
How
much
do
I
owe
you
—
that
man
in
the
corner
—
what
’
s
your
name
?
"
continued
Bathsheba
.
"
Matthew
Moon
,
ma
’
am
,
"
said
a
singular
framework
of
clothes
with
nothing
of
any
consequence
inside
them
,
which
advanced
with
the
toes
in
no
definite
direction
forwards
,
but
turned
in
or
out
as
they
chanced
to
swing
.
"
Matthew
Mark
,
did
you
say
?
—
speak
out
—
I
shall
not
hurt
you
,
"
inquired
the
young
farmer
,
kindly
.
"
Matthew
Moon
,
mem
,
"
said
Henery
Fray
,
correctingly
,
from
behind
her
chair
,
to
which
point
he
had
edged
himself
.
"
Matthew
Moon
,
"
murmured
Bathsheba
,
turning
her
bright
eyes
to
the
book
.
"
Ten
and
twopence
halfpenny
is
the
sum
put
down
to
you
,
I
see
?
"
"
Yes
,
mis
’
ess
,
"
said
Matthew
,
as
the
rustle
of
wind
among
dead
leaves
.
"
Here
it
is
,
and
ten
shillings
.
