Far from the madding crowd

by Hardy Thomas

  Upon my honour, when I set eyes upon her that day I wondered what I could have been made of to be able to leave her by herself so long. And then I was hampered with that bothering show, which I'm free of at last, thank the stars." He smoked on awhile, and then added, "How did she look when you passed by yesterday?"

  "Oh, she took no great heed of me, ye may well fancy; but she looked well enough, far's I know. Just flashed her haughty eyes upon my poor scram body, and then let them go past me to what was yond, much as if I'd been no more than a leafless tree. She had just got off her mare to look at the last wring-down of cider for the year; she had been riding, and so her colours were up and her breath rather quick, so that her bosom plimmed and feli-plimmed and feli-every time plain to my eye. Ay, and there were the fellers round her wringing down the cheese and bustling about and saying, Ware o' the pommy, ma'am: 'twill spoil yer gown. "Never mind me," says she. Then Gabe brought her some of the new cider, and she must needs go drinking it through a strawmote, and not in a nateral way at all. "Liddy," says she, "bring indoors a few gallons, and I'll make some cider-wine." Sergeant, I was no more to her than a morsel of scroffin the fuel house!"

  "I must go and find her out at once - O yes, I see that-i must go. Oak is head man still, isn't he?"

  "Yes, 'a b'lieve. And at Little Weatherbury Farm too. He manages everything."

  "Twill puzzle him to manage her, or any other man of his compass!"

  "I don't know about that. She can't do without him, and knowing it well he's pretty independent.

  And she've a few soft corners to her mind, though I've never been able to get into one, the devil's in't!"

  "Ah baily she's a notch above you, and you must own it: a higher class of animal-a finer tissue. However, stick to me, and neither this haughty goddess, dashing piece of womanhood, Juno-wife of mine (Juno was a goddess, you know), nor anybody else shall hurt you. But all this wants looking into, I perceive.

  What with one thing and another, I see that my work is well cut out for me."

  V

  "How do I look to-night, Liddy?" said Bathsheba, giving a final adjustment to her dress before leaving the glass.

  "I never saw you look so well before. Yes-i'll tell you when you looked like it - that night, a year and a half ago, when you came in so wildlike, and scolded us for making remarks about you and Mr. Troy."

  "Everybody will think that I am setting myself to captivate Mr. Boldwood, I suppose." she murmured.

  "At least they'll say so. Can't my hair be brushed down a little flatter? I dread going - yet I dread the risk of wounding him by staying away."Anyhow, ma'am, you can't well be dressed plainer than you are, unless you go in sackcloth at once. 'Tis your excitement is what makes you look so noticeable to-night."

  "I don't know what's the matter, I feel wretched at one time, and buoyant at another. I wish I could have continued quite alone as I have been for the last year or so, with no hopes and no fears, and no pleasure and no grief.

  "Now just suppose Mr. Boldwood should ask you - only just suppose it - to run away with him, what would you do, ma'am?"

  "Liddy - none of that." said Bathsheba, gravely.

  "Mind, I won't hear joking on any such matter. Do you hear?"

  "I beg pardon, ma'am. But knowing what rum things we women be, I just said - however, I won't speak of it again."

  "No marrying for me yet for many a year; if ever,

  "twill be for reasons very, very different from those you think, or others will believe! Now get my cloak, for it is time to go."

  VI

  "Oak, said Boldwood, "before you go I want to mention what has been passing in my mind lately -that little arrangement we made about your share in the farm I mean. That share is small, too small, considering how little I attend to business now, and how much time and thought you give to it. Well, since the world is brightening for me, I want to show my sense of it by increasing your proportion in the partnership. I'll make a memorandum of the arrangement which struck me as likely to be convenient, for I haven't time to talk about it now; and then we'll discuss it at our leisure.

  My intention is ultimately to retire from the management altogether, and until you can take all the expenditure upon your shoulders, I'll be a sleeping partner in the stock. Then, if I marry her - and I hope-i feel I shall, why - - "

  "Pray don't speak of it, sir." said Oak, hastily. "We don't know what may happen. So many upsets may befall 'ee. There's many a slip, as they say - and I would advise you-i know you'll pardon me this once -not to be TOO SURE."

  "I know, I know. But the feeling I have about increasing your share is on account of what I know of you Oak, I have learnt a little about your secret: your interest in her is more than that of bailiff for an employer. But you have behaved like a man, and I, as a sort of successful rival-successful partly through your goodness of heart - should like definitely to show my sense of your friendship under what must have been a great pain to you."

  "O that's not necessary, thank 'ee." said Oak, hurriedly. "I must get used to such as that; other men have, and so shall I."

  Oak then left him. He was uneasy on Boldwood's account, for he saw anew that this constant passion of the farmer made him not the man he once had been.

  As Boldwood continued awhile in his room alone -ready and dressed to receive his company - the mood of anxiety about his appearance seemed to pass away, and to be succeeded by a deep solemnity. He looked out of the window, and regarded the dim outline of the trees upon the sky, and the twilight deepening to darkness.

  Then he went to a locked closet, and took from a locked drawer therein a small circular case the size of a pillbox, and was about to put it into his pocket. But he lingered to open the cover and take a momentary glance inside. It contained a woman's finger-ring, set all the way round with small diamonds, and from its appearance had evidently been recently purchased.

  Boldwood's eyes dwelt upon its many sparkles a long time, though that its material aspect concerned him little was plain from his manner and mien, which were those of a mind following out the presumed thread of that jewel's future history.

  The noise of wheels at the front of the house became audible. Boldwood closed the box, stowed it away carefully in his pocket, and went out upon the landing.

  The old man who was his indoor factotum came at the same moment to the foot of the stairs.

  "They be coming, sir - lots of 'em - a-foot and adriving!"

  "I was coming down this moment. Those wheels I heard - is it Mrs. Troy?"

  "No, sir - 'tis not she yet."

  A reserved and sombre expression had returned to Boldwood's face again, but it poorly cloaked his feelings when he pronounced Bathsheba's name; and his feverish anxiety continued to show its existence by a galloping motion of his fingers upon the side of his thigh as he went down the stairs.

  VII

  "How does this cover me?" said Troy to Pennyways,

  "Nobody would recognize me now, I'm sure."

  He was buttoning on a heavy grey overcoat of Noachian cut, with cape and high collar, the latter being erect and rigid, like a girdling wall, and nearly reaching to the verge of travelling cap which was pulled down over his ears.

  Pennyways snuffed the candle, and then looked up and deliberately inspected Troy "You've made up your mind to go then?" he said.

  "Made up my mind? Yes; of course I have."

  "Why not write to her? 'Tis a very queer corner that you have got into, sergeant. You see all these things will come to light if you go back, and they won't sound well at all. Faith, if I was you I'd even bide as you be - a single man of the name of Francis. A good wife is good, but the best wife is not so good as no wife at all.

  Now that's my outspoke mind, and I've been called a long-headed feller here and there."

  "All nonsense!" said Troy, angrily. "There she is with plenty of money, and a house and farm, and horses, and comfort, and here am I living from hand to mouth - a needy adventurer. Besides, it is no use talking now;
it is too late, and I am glad of it; I've been seen and recognized here this very afternoon. I should have gone back to her the day after the fair, if it hadn't been for you talking about the law, and rubbish about getting a separation; and I don't put it off any longer.

  What the deuce put it into my head to run away at all, I can't think! Humbugging sentiment - that's what it was. But what man on earth was to know that his wife would be in such a hurry to get rid of his name!"

  "I should have known it. She's bad enough for anything."

  "Pennyways, mind who you are talking to."

  "Well, sergeant, all I say is this, that if I were you I'd go abroad again where I came from - 'tisn't too late to do it now. I wouldn't stir up the business and get a bad name for the sake of living with her - for all that about your play-acting is sure to come out, you know, although you think otherwise. My eyes and limbs, there'll be a racket if you go back just now - in the middle of Boldwood's Christmasing!"

  "H'm, yes. I expect I shall not be a very welcome guest if he has her there." said the sergeant, with a slight laugh. "A sort of Alonzo the Brave; and when I go in the guests will sit in silence and fear, and all laughter and pleasure will be hushed, and the lights in the chamber burn blue, and the worms - Ugh, horrible! -Ring for some more brandy, Pennyways, I felt an awful shudder just then! Well, what is there besides?

  A stick-i must have a walking-stick."

  Pennyways now felt himself to be in something of a difficulty, for should Bathsheba and Troy become reconciled it would be necessary to regain her good opinion if he would secure the patronage of her husband. I sometimes think she likes you yet, and is a good woman at bottom." he said, as a saving sentence. "But there's no telling to a certainty from a body's outside. Well, you'll do as you like about going, of course, sergeant, and as for me, I'll do as you tell me."

  "Now, let me see what the time is." said Troy, after emptying his glass in one draught as he stood. 'Halfpast six o'clock. I shall not hurry along the road, and shall be there then before nine."

  CHAPTER LIII

  CONCURRITUR - HORAE MOMENTO

  OUTSIDE the front of Boldwood's house a group of men stood in the dark, with their faces towards the door, which occasionally opened and closed for the passage of some guest or servant, when a golden rod of light would stripe the ground for the moment and vanish again, leaving nothing outside but the glowworm shine of the pale lamp amid the evergreens over the door.

  "He was seen in Casterbridge this afternoon - so the boy said." one of them remarked in a whisper. "And l for one believe it. His body was never found, you know."

  "'Tis a strange story." said the next. "You may depend upon't that she knows nothing about it."

  "Not a word."

  "Perhaps he don't mean that she shall." said another man.

  "If he's alive and here in the neighbourhood, he means mischief." said the first. "Poor young thing:

  I do pity her, if 'tis true. He'll drag her to the dogs."

  "O no; he'll settle down quiet enough." said one disposed to take a more hopeful view of the case.

  "What a fool she must have been ever to have had anything to do with the man! She is so self-willed and independent too, that one is more minded to say it serves her right than pity her."

  "No, no. I don't hold with 'ee there. She was no otherwise than a girl mind, and how could she tell what the man was made of? If 'tis really true, 'tis too hard a punishment, and more than she ought to hae. - Hullo, who's that?" This was to some footsteps that were heard approaching.

  "William Smallbury." said a dim figure in the shades, coming up and joining them. "Dark as a hedge, tonight, isn't it? I all but missed the plank over the river ath'art there in the bottom - never did such a thing before in my life. Be ye any of Boldwood's workfolk?"

  He peered into their faces.

  "Yes - all o' us. We met here a few minutes ago."

  "Oh, I hear now - that's Sam Samway: thought I knowed the voice, too. Going in?"

  "Presently. But I say, William." Samway whispered,

  "have ye heard this strange tale?"

  "What - that about Sergeant Troy being seen, d'ye mean, souls?" said Smallbury, also lowering his voice.

  "Ay: in Casterbridge."

  "Yes, I have. Laban Tall named a hint of it to me but now - but I don't think it. Hark, here Laban comes himself, 'a b'lieve." A footstep drew near.

  "Laban?"

  "Yes, 'tis I." said Tall.

  "Have ye heard any more about that?"

  "No." said Tall, joining the group. "And I'm inclined to think we'd better keep quiet. If so be 'tis not true, 'twill flurry her, and do her much harm to repeat it; and if so be 'tis true, 'twill do no good to forestall her time o' trouble. God send that it mid be a lie, for though Henery Fray and some of 'em do speak against her, she's never been anything but fair to me. She's hot and hasty, but she's a brave girl who'll never tell a lie however much the truth may harm her, and I've no cause to wish her evil."

  "She never do tell women's little lies, that's true; and 'tis a thing that can be said of very few. Ay, all the harm she thinks she says to yer face: there's nothing underhand wi' her."

  They stood silent then, every man busied with his own thoughts, during which interval sounds of merriment could be heard within. Then the front door again opened, the rays streamed out, the wellknown form of Boldwood was seen in the rectangular area of light, the door closed, and Boldwood walked slowly down the path.

  "'Tis master." one of the men whispered, as he neared them. "We'd better stand quiet - he'll go in again directly. He would think it unseemly o' us to be loitering here.

  Boldwood came on, and passed by the men without seeing them, they being under the bushes on the grass.

  He paused, leant over the gate, and breathed a long breath. They heard low words come from him.

  "I hope to God she'll come, or this night will be nothing but misery to me! O my darling, my darling, why do you keep me in suspense like this?"

  He said this to himself, and they all distinctly heard it. Boldwood remained silent after that, and the noise from indoors was again just audible, until, a few minutes later, light wheels could be distinguished coming down the hill. They drew nearer, and ceased at the gate.

  Boldwood hastened back to the door, and opened it; and the light shone upon Bathsheba coming up the path.

  Boldwood compressed his emotion to mere welcome: the men marked her light laugh and apology as she met him: he took her into the house; and the door closed again.

  "Gracious heaven, I didn't know it was like that with him!" said one of the men. "I thought that fancy of his was over long ago.

  "You don't know much of master, if you thought that." said Samway.

  "I wouldn't he should know we heard what 'a said for the world." remarked a third.

  "I wish we had told of the report at once." the first uneasily continued. "More harm may come of this than we know of. Poor Mr. Boldwood, it will, be hard upon en. I wish Troy was in - - Well, God forgive me for such a wish! A scoundrel to play a poor wife such tricks. Nothing has prospered in Weatherbury since he came here. And now I've no heart to go in. Let's look into Warren's for a few minutes first, shall us, neighbours?"

  Samway, Tall, and Smallbury agreed to go to Warren's, and went out at the gate, the remaining ones entering the house. The three soon drew near the malt-house, approaching it from the adjoining orchard, and not by way of the street. The pane of glass was illuminated as usual. Smallbury was a little in advance of the rest when, pausing, he turned suddenly to his companions and said, "Hist! See there."

  The light from the pane was now perceived to be shining not upon the ivied wall as usual, but upon some object close to the glass. It was a human face.

  "Let's come closer." whispered Samway; and they approached on tiptoe. There was no disbelieving the report any longer. Troy's face was almost close to the pane, and he was looking in. Not only was he looking in, but he appeared to have been arrested by a co
nversation which was in progress in the malt-house, the voices of the interlocutors being those of Oak and the maltster.

  "The spree is all in her honour, isn't it - hey?" said the old man. "Although he made believe 'tis only keeping up o' Christmas?"

  "I cannot say." replied Oak.

  "O 'tis true enough, faith. I cannot understand Farmer Boldwood being such a fool at his time of life as to ho and hanker after thik woman in the way 'a do, and she not care a bit about en."

  The men, after recognizing Troy's features, withdrew across the orchard as quietly as they had come. The air was big with Bathsheba's fortunes to-night: every word everywhere concerned her. When they were quite out of earshot all by one instinct paused.

  "It gave me quite a turn - his face." said Tall, breathing.

  "And so it did me." said Samway. "What's to be done?"

  "I don't see that 'tis any business of ours." Smallbury murmured dubiously.

  "But it is! 'Tis a thing which is everybody's business, said Samway. "We know very well that master's on a wrong tack, and that she's quite in the dark, and we should let 'em know at once. Laban, you know her best - you'd better go and ask to speak to her."

  "I bain't fit for any such thing." said Laban, nervously.

  "I should think William ought to do it if anybody. He's oldest."

  "I shall have nothing to do with it." said Smallbury.

  "'Tis a ticklish business altogether. Why, he'll go on to her himself in a few minutes, ye'll see."

  "We don't know that he will. Come, Laban."

  "Very well, if I must I must, I suppose." Tall reluctantly answered. "What must I say?"

  "Just ask to see master."

  "O no; I shan't speak to Mr. Boldwood. If I tell anybody, 'twill be mistress."

  "Very well." said Samway.

  Laban then went to the door. When he opened it the hum of bustle rolled out as a wave upon a still strand - the assemblage being immediately inside the hall-and was deadened to a murmur as he closed it again. Each man waited intently, and looked around at the dark tree tops gently rocking against the sky and occasionally shivering in a slight wind, as if he took interest in the scene, which neither did. One of them began walking up and down, and then came to where he started from and stopped again, with a sense that walking was thing not worth doing now.