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She shook her head. "They do to me they do to me," he murmured. And his mind could be seen flying away northwards. Whether its origin were national or personal, it was quite true what Lucetta had said, that the curious double strands in Farfrae's thread of life the commercial and the romantic were very distinct at times.
He went secretly and alone, not a soul of the many who had known him being aware of his departure. Elizabeth-Jane accompanied him as far as the second bridge on the highway for the hour of her appointment with the unguessed visitor at Farfrae's had not yet arrived and parted from him with unfeigned wonder and sorrow, keeping him back a minute or two before finally letting him go.
She, on her part, was quite unconscious of his attention, and in this was less fortunate than those young women whose very plumes, like those of Juno's bird, are set with Argus eyes whenever possible admirers are within ken. Henchard went away, thinking that perhaps there was nothing significant after all in Farfrae's look at Elizabeth-Jane at that juncture.
From that day Donald Farfrae's name was seldom mentioned in Henchard's house. If at breakfast or dinner Elizabeth-Jane's mother inadvertently alluded to her favourite's movements, the girl would implore her by a look to be silent; and her husband would say, "What are you, too, my enemy?"
"You must have done it a' purpose!" said Farfrae's waggoner. "You can hear my horses' bells half-a-mile such a night as this!" "If ye'd been minding your business instead of zwailing along in such a gawk-hammer way, you would have zeed me!" retorted the wroth representative of Henchard.
He had apparently sunk into the earth on leaving Mr. and Mrs. Farfrae's door. Elizabeth-Jane remembered what he had once attempted; and trembled. But though she did not know it Henchard had become a changed man since then as far, that is, as change of emotional basis can justify such a radical phrase; and she needed not to fear.
Blowbody, a lady of the neighbourhood who sat beside Lucetta. "Patron!" said Donald's wife with quick indignation. "Do you say the man is an acquaintance of Mr. Farfrae's?" observed Mrs. Bath, the physician's wife, a new-comer to the town through her recent marriage with the doctor. "He works for my husband," said Lucetta. "Oh is that all?
Elizabeth-Jane sighed. "Are you particularly interested in anybody out there?" said Lucetta. "O, no," said her companion, a quick red shooting over her face. Luckily Farfrae's figure was immediately covered by the apple-tree. Lucetta looked hard at her. "Quite sure?" she said. "O yes," said Elizabeth-Jane. Again Lucetta looked out. "They are all farmers, I suppose?" she said. "No. There's Mr.
It was produced by the passing of a load of newly trussed hay from the country, in a waggon marked with Farfrae's name. Beside it rode Farfrae himself on horseback. Lucetta's face became as a woman's face becomes when the man she loves rises upon her gaze like an apparition. A turn of the eye by Henchard, a glance from the window, and the secret of her inaccessibility would have been revealed.
The poor opinion, and but ill-concealed, that he entertained of the slim Farfrae's physical girth, strength, and dash was more than counterbalanced by the immense respect he had for his brains.
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