This lady called herself five-and-twenty, looked thirty, passed as thirty-five, and was forty.
She was a woman who never, like some newly married, showed conjugal tenderness in public, perhaps because she had none to show.
"Oh, you are." said Bathsheba.
"Well, Laban, will you stay on?"
"Yes, he'll stay, ma'am!" said again the shrill tongue of Laban's lawful wife.
"Well, he can speak for himself, I suppose."
"O Lord, not he, ma'am!
A simple tool.
Well enough, but a poor gawkhammer mortal." the wife replied
"Heh-heh-heh!" laughed the married man with a hideous effort of appreciation, for he was as irrepressibly good-humoured under ghastly snubs as a parliamentary candidate on the hustings.
The names remaining were called in the same manner.
"Now I think I have done with you." said Bathsheba, closing the book and shaking back a stray twine of hair.
"Has William Smallbury returned?"
"No, ma'am."
"The new shepherd will want a man under him," suggested Henery Fray, trying to make himself official again by a sideway approach towards her chair.
"Oh — he will.
Who can he have?" "Young Cain Ball is a very good lad."
Henery said, "and Shepherd Oak don't mind his youth?" he added, turning with an apologetic smile to the shepherd, who had just appeared on the scene, and was now leaning against the doorpost with his arms folded.
"No, I don't mind that." said Gabriel.
"How did Cain come by such a name?" asked Bathsheba.
"Oh you see, mem, his pore mother, not being a Scripture-read woman made a mistake at his christening, thinking 'twas Abel killed Cain, and called en Cain, but 'twas too late, for the name could never be got rid of in the parish.
'Tis very unfortunate for the boy."
"It is rather unfortunate." "Yes.
However, we soften it down as much as we can, and call him Cainey.
Ah, pore widow-woman! she cried her heart out about it almost.
She was brought up by a very heathen father and mother, who never sent her to church or school, and it shows how the sins of the parents are visited upon the children, mem."
Mr. Fray here drew up his features to the mild degree of melancholy required when the persons involved in the given misfortune do not belong to your own family.
"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.
Certainly nobody without previous information would have dreamt that Oak and the handsome woman before whom he stood had ever been other than strangers.
But perhaps her air was the inevitable result of the social rise which had advanced her from a cottage to a large house and fields.
The case is not unexampled in high places.
When, in the writings of the later poets, Jove and his family are found to have moved from their cramped quarters on the peak of Olympus into the wide sky above it, their words show a proportionate increase of arrogance and reserve.
Footsteps were heard in the passage, combining in their character the qualities both of weight and measure, rather at the expense of velocity. (All.)
"Here's Billy Smallbury come from Caster- bridge."
"And what's the news?" said Bathsheba, as William, after marching to the middle of the hall, took a hand- kerchief from his hat and wiped his forehead from its centre to its remoter boundaries.
"I should have been sooner, miss." he said, "if it hadn't been for the weather." He then stamped with each foot severely, and on looking down his boots were perceived to be clogged with snow.
"Come at last, is it?" said Henery.
"Well, what about Fanny?" said Bathsheba.
"Well, ma'am, in round numbers, she's run away with the soldiers." said William.
"No; not a steady girl like Fanny!"
"I'll tell ye all particulars.
When I got to Caster, bridge Barracks, they said, " The Eleventh Dragoon- Guards be gone away, and new troops have come."
The Eleventh left last week for Melchester and onwards. The Route came from Government like a thief in the night, as is his nature to, and afore the Eleventh knew it almost, they were on the march.
They passed near here."
Gabriel had listened with interest.
"I saw them go," he said.