They stood silent then, every man busied with his own thoughts, during which interval sounds of merriment could be heard within. Then the front door again opened, the rays streamed out, the well-known form of Boldwood was seen in the rectangular area of light, the door closed, and Boldwood walked slowly down the path.
`'Tis master,' one of the men whispered, as he neared them. `We'd better stand quiet - he'll go in again directly. He would think it unseemly o' us to be loitering here.'
Boldwood came on, and passed by the men without seeing them, they being under the bushes on the grass. He paused, leant over the gate, and breathed a long breath. They heard low words come from him.
`I hope to God she'll come, or this night will be nothing but misery to me! O my darling, my darling, why do you keep me in suspense like this?'
He said this to himself, and they all distinctly heard it. Boldwood remained silent after that, and the noise from indoors was again just audible, until, a few minutes later, light wheels could be distinguished coming down the hill. They drew nearer, and ceased at the gate. Boldwood hastened back to the door, and opened it; and the light shone upon Bathsheba coming up the path.
Boldwood compressed his emotion to mere welcome: the men marked her light laugh and apology as she met him: he took her into the house; and the door closed again.
`Gracious heaven, I didn't know it was like that with him!' said one of the men. `I thought that fancy of his was over long ago.'
`You don't know much of master, if you thought that,' said Samway. `I wouldn't he should know we heard what 'a said for the world,' remarked a third.
`I wish we had told of the report at once,' the first uneasily continued. `More harm may come of this than we know of Poor Mr Boldwood, it will be hard upon en. I wish Troy was in - Well, God forgive me for such a wish! A scoundrel to play a poor wife such tricks. Nothing has prospered in Weatherbury since he came here. And now I've no heart to go in. Let's look into Warren's for a few minutes first, shall us, neighbours?'
Samway, Tall, and Smallbury agreed to go to Warren's, and went out at the gate, the remaining ones entering the house. The three soon drew near the malt-house, approaching it from the adjoining orchard, and not by way of the street. The pane of glass was illuminated as usual. Smallbury was a little in advance of the rest, when, pausing, he turned suddenly to his companions and said, `Hist! See there.'
The light from the pane was now perceived to be shining not upon the ivied wall as usual, but upon some object close to the glass. It was a human face.
`Let's come closer,' whispered Samway; and they approached on tip-toe. There was no disbelieving the report any longer. Troy's face was almost close to the pane, and he was looking in. Not only was he looking in, but he appeared to have been arrested by a conversation which was in progress in the malt- house, the voices of the interlocutor being those of Oak and the maltster.
`The spree is all in her honour, isn't it - hey?' said the old man. `Although he made believe 'tis only keeping up o' Christmas?'
`I cannot say,' replied Oak.
`O 'tis true enough, faith. I cannot understand Farmer Boldwood being such a fool at his time of life as to ho and hanker after thik woman in the way 'a do, and she not care a bit about en.'
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