Bathsheba was brimming with agitated bewilderment, and she said, in half-suspicious accents of feeling, "Can it be! O, how can it be, that you care for me, and so suddenly,! You have seen so little of me: I may not be really so -- so nice-looking as I seem to you.
Please, do take it; O, do! I cannot and will not have it. Believe me, your generosity is too great. I have never done you a single kindness, and why should you be so kind to me?"
A factitious reply had been again upon his lips, but it was again suspended, and he looked at her with an arrested eye. The truth was, that as she now stood -excited, wild, and honest as the day -- her alluring beauty bore out so fully the epithets he had bestowed upon it that he was quite startled at his temerity in advancing them as false. He said mechanically, "Ah, why?" and continued to look at her.
"And my workfolk see me following you about the field, and are wondering. O, this is dreadful!" she went on, unconscious of the transmutation she was effecting.
"I did not quite mean you to accept it at first, for it as my one poor patent of nobility." he broke out, bluntly; "but, upon my soul, I wish you would now.
Without any shamming, come! Don't deny me the happiness of wearing it for my sake? But you are too lovely even to care to be kind as others are."
"No, no; don"t say so! I have reasons for reserve which I cannot explain."
"bet it be, then, let it be." he said, receiving back the watch at last; "I must be leaving you now. And will you speak to me for these few weeks of my stay?"
"Indeed I will. Yet, I don't know if I will! O, why did you come and disturb me so!"
"Perhaps in setting a gin, I have caught myself.
Such things have happened. 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. Her heart erratically flitting hither and thither from perplexed excitement, hot, and almost tearful, she retreated homeward, murmuring, O, what have I done! What does it mean! I wish I knew how much of it was true!