"You know, Gabriel, this is what I cannot get off my conscience--that I once seriously injured him in sheer idleness. If I had never played a trick upon him, he would never have wanted to marry me. Oh if I could only pay some heavy damages in money to him for the harm I did, and so get the sin off my soul that way!... Well, there"s the debt, which can only be discharged in one way, and I believe I am bound to do it if it honestly lies in my power, without any consideration of my own future at all. When a rake gambles away his expectations, the fact that it is an inconvenient debt doesn"t make him the less liable. I"ve been a rake, and the single point I ask you is, considering that my own scruples, and the fact that in the eye of the law my husband is only missing, will keep any man from marrying me until seven years have pa.s.sed--am I free to entertain such an idea, even though "tis a sort of penance--for it will be that? I HATE the act of marriage under such circ.u.mstances, and the cla.s.s of women I should seem to belong to by doing it!"
"It seems to me that all depends upon whe"r you think, as everybody else do, that your husband is dead."
"Yes--I"ve long ceased to doubt that. I well know what would have brought him back long before this time if he had lived."
"Well, then, in a religious sense you will be as free to THINK o"
marrying again as any real widow of one year"s standing. But why don"t ye ask Mr. Thirdly"s advice on how to treat Mr. Boldwood?"
"No. When I want a broad-minded opinion for general enlightenment, distinct from special advice, I never go to a man who deals in the subject professionally. So I like the parson"s opinion on law, the lawyer"s on doctoring, the doctor"s on business, and my business-man"s--that is, yours--on morals."
"And on love--"
"My own."
"I"m afraid there"s a hitch in that argument," said Oak, with a grave smile.
She did not reply at once, and then saying, "Good evening, Mr. Oak."
went away.
She had spoken frankly, and neither asked nor expected any reply from Gabriel more satisfactory than that she had obtained. Yet in the centremost parts of her complicated heart there existed at this minute a little pang of disappointment, for a reason she would not allow herself to recognize. Oak had not once wished her free that he might marry her himself--had not once said, "I could wait for you as well as he." That was the insect sting. Not that she would have listened to any such hypothesis. O no--for wasn"t she saying all the time that such thoughts of the future were improper, and wasn"t Gabriel far too poor a man to speak sentiment to her? Yet he might have just hinted about that old love of his, and asked, in a playful off-hand way, if he might speak of it. It would have seemed pretty and sweet, if no more; and then she would have shown how kind and inoffensive a woman"s "No" can sometimes be. But to give such cool advice--the very advice she had asked for--it ruffled our heroine all the afternoon.
CHAPTER LII
CONVERGING COURSES
I
Christmas-eve came, and a party that Boldwood was to give in the evening was the great subject of talk in Weatherbury. It was not that the rarity of Christmas parties in the parish made this one a wonder, but that Boldwood should be the giver. The announcement had had an abnormal and incongruous sound, as if one should hear of croquet-playing in a cathedral aisle, or that some much-respected judge was going upon the stage. That the party was intended to be a truly jovial one there was no room for doubt. A large bough of mistletoe had been brought from the woods that day, and suspended in the hall of the bachelor"s home. Holly and ivy had followed in armfuls. From six that morning till past noon the huge wood fire in the kitchen roared and sparkled at its highest, the kettle, the saucepan, and the three-legged pot appearing in the midst of the flames like Shadrach, Meshach, and Abednego; moreover, roasting and basting operations were continually carried on in front of the genial blaze.
As it grew later the fire was made up in the large long hall into which the staircase descended, and all enc.u.mbrances were cleared out for dancing. The log which was to form the back-brand of the evening fire was the uncleft trunk of a tree, so unwieldy that it could be neither brought nor rolled to its place; and accordingly two men were to be observed dragging and heaving it in by chains and levers as the hour of a.s.sembly drew near.
In spite of all this, the spirit of revelry was wanting in the atmosphere of the house. Such a thing had never been attempted before by its owner, and it was now done as by a wrench. Intended gaieties would insist upon appearing like solemn grandeurs, the organization of the whole effort was carried out coldly, by hirelings, and a shadow seemed to move about the rooms, saying that the proceedings were unnatural to the place and the lone man who lived therein, and hence not good.
II
Bathsheba was at this time in her room, dressing for the event. She had called for candles, and Liddy entered and placed one on each side of her mistress"s gla.s.s.
"Don"t go away, Liddy," said Bathsheba, almost timidly. "I am foolishly agitated--I cannot tell why. I wish I had not been obliged to go to this dance; but there"s no escaping now. I have not spoken to Mr. Boldwood since the autumn, when I promised to see him at Christmas on business, but I had no idea there was to be anything of this kind."
"But I would go now," said Liddy, who was going with her; for Boldwood had been indiscriminate in his invitations.
"Yes, I shall make my appearance, of course," said Bathsheba. "But I am THE CAUSE of the party, and that upsets me!--Don"t tell, Liddy."
"Oh no, ma"am. You the cause of it, ma"am?"
"Yes. I am the reason of the party--I. If it had not been for me, there would never have been one. I can"t explain any more--there"s no more to be explained. I wish I had never seen Weatherbury."
"That"s wicked of you--to wish to be worse off than you are."
"No, Liddy. I have never been free from trouble since I have lived here, and this party is likely to bring me more. Now, fetch my black silk dress, and see how it sits upon me."
"But you will leave off that, surely, ma"am? You have been a widow-lady fourteen months, and ought to brighten up a little on such a night as this."
"Is it necessary? No; I will appear as usual, for if I were to wear any light dress people would say things about me, and I should seem to be rejoicing when I am solemn all the time. The party doesn"t suit me a bit; but never mind, stay and help to finish me off."
III
Boldwood was dressing also at this hour. A tailor from Casterbridge was with him, a.s.sisting him in the operation of trying on a new coat that had just been brought home.
Never had Boldwood been so fastidious, unreasonable about the fit, and generally difficult to please. The tailor walked round and round him, tugged at the waist, pulled the sleeve, pressed out the collar, and for the first time in his experience Boldwood was not bored.
Times had been when the farmer had exclaimed against all such niceties as childish, but now no philosophic or hasty rebuke whatever was provoked by this man for attaching as much importance to a crease in the coat as to an earthquake in South America. Boldwood at last expressed himself nearly satisfied, and paid the bill, the tailor pa.s.sing out of the door just as Oak came in to report progress for the day.
"Oh, Oak," said Boldwood. "I shall of course see you here to-night.
Make yourself merry. I am determined that neither expense nor trouble shall be spared."
"I"ll try to be here, sir, though perhaps it may not be very early,"
said Gabriel, quietly. "I am glad indeed to see such a change in "ee from what it used to be."
"Yes--I must own it--I am bright to-night: cheerful and more than cheerful--so much so that I am almost sad again with the sense that all of it is pa.s.sing away. And sometimes, when I am excessively hopeful and blithe, a trouble is looming in the distance: so that I often get to look upon gloom in me with content, and to fear a happy mood. Still this may be absurd--I feel that it is absurd. Perhaps my day is dawning at last."
"I hope it "ill be a long and a fair one."
"Thank you--thank you. Yet perhaps my cheerfulness rests on a slender hope. And yet I trust my hope. It is faith, not hope. I think this time I reckon with my host.--Oak, my hands are a little shaky, or something; I can"t tie this neckerchief properly. Perhaps you will tie it for me. The fact is, I have not been well lately, you know."
"I am sorry to hear that, sir."
"Oh, it"s nothing. I want it done as well as you can, please. Is there any late knot in fashion, Oak?"
"I don"t know, sir," said Oak. His tone had sunk to sadness.
Boldwood approached Gabriel, and as Oak tied the neckerchief the farmer went on feverishly--
"Does a woman keep her promise, Gabriel?"
"If it is not inconvenient to her she may."
"--Or rather an implied promise."
"I won"t answer for her implying," said Oak, with faint bitterness.