She closed her lips in a determined silence.
Bathsheba was revolving in her mind whether by a bold and desperate rush she could free herself at the risk of leaving her skirt bodily behind her. The thought was too dreadful. The dress -- which she had put on to appear stately at the supper -- was the head and front of her wardrobe; not another in her stock became her so well. What woman in Bathsheba's position, not naturally timid, and within call of her retainers, would have bought escape from a dashing soldier at so dear a price?
"All in good time; it will soon be done, I perceive," said her cool friend.
"This trifling provokes, and -- and -- -- "
"Not too cruel!"
"-- Insults me!"
"It is done in order that I may have the pleasure of apologizing to so charming a woman, which I straightway do most humbly, madam." he said, bowing low.
Bathsheba really knew not what to say.
"I've seen a good many women in my time, continued the young man in a murmur, and more thoughtfully than hitherto, critically regarding her bent head at the same time; "but I've never seen a woman so beautiful as you. Take it or leave it -- be offended or like it -- I don't care."
"Who are you, then, who can so well afford to despise opinion?"
"No stranger. Sergeant Troy. I am staying in this place. -- There! it is undone at last, you see.
Your light fingers were more eager than mine. I wish it had been the knot of knots, which there's no untying!"
This was worse and worse. She started up, and so did he. How to decently get away from him -- that was her difficulty now. She sidled off inch by inch, the lantern in her hand, till she could see the redness of his coat no longer.
"Ah, Beauty; good-bye!" he said.
She made no reply, and, reaching a distance of twenty or thirty yards, turned about, and ran indoors.
Liddy had just retired to rest. In ascending to her own chamber, Bathsheba opened the girl's door an inch or two, and, panting, said -"Liddy, is any soldier staying in the village -sergeant somebody -- rather gentlemanly for a sergeant, and good looking -- a red coat with blue facings?"
"No, miss ... No, I say; but really it might be Sergeant Troy home on furlough, though I have not seen him. He was here once in that way when the regiment was at Casterbridge."
"Yes; that's the name. Had he a moustache -- no whiskers or beard?"