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He had been held to her by a beautiful thread which it pained him to spoil by breaking, rather than by a chain he could not break. "I should be even better pleased to go at once." he added. "Go at once then, in Heaven's name!" said she,her eyes flashing at his, though never meeting them. "Don't let me see your face any more." "Very well, Miss Everdene so it shall be."
Well, will you let me work in your fields?" he coaxed. "Yes, I suppose so; if it is any pleasure to you." "Miss Everdene, I thank you." "No, no." "Good-bye!" The sergeant brought his hand to the cap on the slope of his head, saluted, and returned to the distant group of haymakers. Bathsheba could not face the haymakers now.
"Very well then, Cainey Ball to be under-shepherd And you quite understand your duties? you I mean, Gabriel Oak?" "Quite well, I thank you Miss Everdene." said Shepard Oak from the doorpost. "If I don't, I'll inquire." Gabriel was rather staggered by the remark- able coolness of her manner.
Bathsheba moved on to hide the irrepressible dimplings of merriment. Troy followed, whirling his crop. "But Miss Everdene you do forgive me?" "Hardly." "Why?" "You say such things." "I said you were beautiful, and I'll say so still; for, by so you are! The most beautiful ever I saw, or may I fall dead this instant! Why, upon my " "Don't don't!
Coggan is going!" said Bathsheba, exhaling her relief in the form of a long breath which had lain in her bosom a minute or more. The door opened, and a deep voice said "Is Miss Everdene at home?" "I'll see, sir," said Mrs. Coggan, and in a minute appeared in the room. "Dear, what a thirtover place this world is!" continued Mrs.
At evening he had fancifully traced it down the chimney to the spot of its origin seen the hearth and Bathsheba beside it beside it in her out-door dress; for the clothes she had worn on the hill were by association equally with her person included in the compass of his affection; they seemed at this early time of his love a necessary ingredient of the sweet mixture called Bath- sheba Everdene.
Miss Everdene sat inside the window, facing down the table. She was thus at the head without mingling with the men. This evening Bathsheba was unusually excited, her red cheeks and lips contrasting lustrously with the mazy skeins of her shadowy hair. She seemed to expect assistance, and the seat at the bottom of the table was at her request left vacant until after they had begun the meal.
He was inwardly convinced that, in accordance with the anticipations of his easy-going and worse-educated comrades, that day would see Boldwood the accepted husband of Miss Everdene.
As the consciousness expands on learning that what was fancied to be the rumble of wheels is the reverberation of thunder, so did Bathsheba's at her intuitive conviction. "I feel almost too much to think," he said, with a solemn simplicity. "I have come to speak to you without preface. My life is not my own since I have beheld you clearly, Miss Everdene I come to make you an offer of marriage."
Bathsheba's form, still in its original position, was now again distinct between their eyes and the light, which revealed that Boldwood had gone inside the room, and was sitting near her. Next came the question of the evening. Would Miss Everdene sing to them the song she always sang so charmingly " The Banks of Allan Water" before they went home?
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