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"
Can
’
t
you
guess
at
all
?
"
said
Bathsheba
with
some
disappointment
.
"
I
haven
’
t
a
notion
;
besides
,
’
tis
no
difference
,
since
he
took
less
notice
of
you
than
any
of
the
rest
.
Now
,
if
he
’
d
taken
more
,
it
would
have
mattered
a
great
deal
.
"
Bathsheba
was
suffering
from
the
reverse
feeling
just
then
,
and
they
bowled
along
in
silence
.
A
low
carriage
,
bowling
along
still
more
rapidly
behind
a
horse
of
unimpeachable
breed
,
overtook
and
passed
them
.
"
Why
,
there
he
is
!
"
she
said
.
Liddy
looked
.
"
That
!
That
’
s
Farmer
Boldwood
—
of
course
’
tis
—
the
man
you
couldn
’
t
see
the
other
day
when
he
called
.
"
"
Oh
,
Farmer
Boldwood
,
"
murmured
Bathsheba
,
and
looked
at
him
as
he
outstripped
them
.
The
farmer
had
never
turned
his
head
once
,
but
with
eyes
fixed
on
the
most
advanced
point
along
the
road
,
passed
as
unconsciously
and
abstractedly
as
if
Bathsheba
and
her
charms
were
thin
air
.
"
He
’
s
an
interesting
man
—
don
’
t
you
think
so
?
"
she
remarked
.
"
O
yes
,
very
.
Everybody
owns
it
,
"
replied
Liddy
.
"
I
wonder
why
he
is
so
wrapt
up
and
indifferent
,
and
seemingly
so
far
away
from
all
he
sees
around
him
.
"
