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peremptorily； and went to her bedroom in a mood of dissatisfaction。
On looking in the glass she was reminded that there was not so much
remaining of her former beauty as to make his frank declaration an
impulsive natural homage to her cheeks and eyes； it must undoubtedly
have arisen from an old staunch feeling of his； deserving tenderest
consideration。 She recalled to her mind with much pleasure that he
had told her he was staying at the Black…Bull Hotel； so that if；
after waiting a day or two； he should not； in his modesty； call
again； she might then send him a nice little note。 To alter her
views for the present was far from her intention； but she would
allow herself to be induced to reconsider the case； as any generous
woman ought to do。
The morrow came and passed； and Mr。 Barnet did not drop in。 At
every knock； light youthful hues flew across her cheek； and she was
abstracted in the presence of her other visitors。 In the evening
she walked about the house； not knowing what to do with herself； the
conditions of existence seemed totally different from those which
ruled only four…and…twenty short hours ago。 What had been at first
a tantalizing elusive sentiment was getting acclimatized within her
as a definite hope； and her person was so informed by that emotion
that she might almost have stood as its emblematical representative
by the time the clock struck ten。 In short； an interest in Barnet
precisely resembling that of her early youth led her present heart
to belie her yesterday's words to him； and she longed to see him
again。
The next day she walked out early； thinking she might meet him in
the street。 The growing beauty of her romance absorbed her； and she
went from the street to the fields； and from the fields to the
shore； without any consciousness of distance； till reminded by her
weariness that she could go no further。 He had nowhere appeared。
In the evening she took a step which under the circumstances seemed
justifiable； she wrote a note to him at the hotel； inviting him to
tea with her at six precisely； and signing her note 'Lucy。'
In a quarter of an hour the messenger came back。 Mr。 Barnet had
left the hotel early in the morning of the day before； but he had
stated that he would probably return in the course of the week。
The note was sent back； to be given to him immediately on his
arrival。
There was no sign from the inn that this desired event had occurred；
either on the next day or the day following。 On both nights she had
been restless； and had scarcely slept half…an…hour。
On the Saturday； putting off all diffidence； Lucy went herself to
the Black…Bull； and questioned the staff closely。
Mr。 Barnet had cursorily remarked when leaving that he might return
on the Thursday or Friday； but they were directed not to reserve a
room for him unless he should write。
He had left no address。
Lucy sorrowfully took back her note went home； and resolved to wait。
She did waityears and yearsbut Barnet never reappeared。
April 1880。
INTERLOPERS AT THE KNAP
CHAPTER I
The north road from Casterbridge is tedious and lonely； especially
in winter…time。 Along a part of its course it connects with Long…
Ash Lane； a monotonous track without a village or hamlet for many
miles； and with very seldom a turning。 Unapprized wayfarers who are
too old； or too young； or in other respects too weak for the
distance to be traversed； but who； nevertheless； have to walk it；
say； as they look wistfully ahead； 'Once at the top of that hill；
and I must surely see the end of Long…Ash Lane！' But they reach the
hilltop； and Long…Ash Lane stretches in front as mercilessly as
before。
Some few years ago a certain farmer was riding through this lane in
the gloom of a winter evening。 The farmer's friend； a dairyman； was
riding beside him。 A few paces in the rear rode the farmer's man。
All three were well horsed on strong； round…barrelled cobs； and to
be well horsed was to be in better spirits about Long…Ash Lane than
poor pedestrians could attain to during its passage。
But the farmer did not talk much to his friend as he rode along。
The enterprise which had brought him there filled his mind； for in
truth it was important。 Not altogether so important was it；
perhaps； when estimated by its value to society at large； but if the
true measure of a deed be proportionate to the space it occupies in
the heart of him who undertakes it； Farmer Charles Darton's business
to…night could hold its own with the business of kings。
He was a large farmer。 His turnover； as it is called； was probably
thirty thousand pounds a year。 He had a great many draught horses；
a great many milch cows； and of sheep a multitude。 This comfortable
position was； however； none of his own making。 It had been created
by his father； a man of a very different stamp from the present
representative of the line。
Darton； the father； had been a one…idea'd character； with a
buttoned…up pocket and a chink…like eye brimming with commercial
subtlety。 In Darton the son； this trade subtlety had become
transmuted into emotional； and the harshness had disappeared； he
would have been called a sad man but for his constant care not to
divide himself from lively friends by piping notes out of harmony
with theirs。 Contemplative； he allowed his mind to be a quiet
meeting…place for memories and hopes。 So that； naturally enough；
since succeeding to the agricultural calling； and up to his present
age of thirty…two； he had neither advanced nor receded as a
capitalista stationary result which did not agitate one of his
unambitious； unstrategic nature； since he had all that he desired。
The motive of his expedition tonight showed the same absence of
anxious regard for Number One。
The party rode on in the slow； safe trot proper to night…time and
bad roads； Farmer Darton's head jigging rather unromantically up and
down against the sky； and his motions being repeated with bolder
emphasis by his friend Japheth Johns； while those of the latter were
travestied in jerks still less softened by art in the person of the
lad who attended them。 A pair of whitish objects hung one on each
side of the latter； bumping against him at each step； and still
further spoiling the grace of his seat。 On close inspection they
might have been perceived to be open rush basketsone containing a
turkey； and the other some bottles of wine。
'D'ye feel ye can meet your fate like a man； neighbour Darton？'
asked Johns； breaking a silence which had lasted while five…and…
twenty hedgerow trees had glided by。
Mr。 Darton with a half…laugh murmured； 'Aycall it my fate！
Hanging and wiving go by destiny。' And then they were silent again。
The darkness thickened rapidly； at intervals shutting down on the
land in a perceptible flap； like the wave of a wing。 The customary
close of day was accelerated by a simultaneous blurring of the air。
With the fall of night had come a mist just damp enough to
incommode； but not sufficient to saturate them。 Countrymen as they
wereborn； as may be said； with only an open door between them and
the four seasonsthey regarded the mist but as an ad