Far from the Madding Crowd

"I believe she did.... Ma'am, shall I call Liddy?

You bain't well, ma'am, surely? You look like a lily -so pale and fainty!"

"No; don't call her; it is nothing. When did she pass Weatherbury?"

"Last Saturday night."

"That will do, Joseph; now you may go."

Certainly, ma'am."

"Joseph, come hither a moment. What was the colour of Fanny Robin's hair?"

"Really, mistress, now that 'tis put to me so judgeand-jury like, I can't call to mind, if ye'll believe me!"

"Never mind; go on and do what I told you. Stop -- well no, go on."

She turned herself away from him, that he might no longer notice the mood which had set its sign so visibly upon her, and went indoors with a distressing sense of faintness and a beating brow. About an hour after, she heard the noise of the waggon and went out, still with a painful consciousness of her bewildered and troubled look. Joseph, dressed in his best suit of clothes, was putting in the horse to start. The shrubs and flowers were all piled in the waggon, as she had directed Bathsheba hardly saw them now.

"Whose sweetheart did you say, Joseph?"

"I don't know, ma'am."

"Are you quite sure?"

"Yes, ma'am, quite sure."Sure of what?"

"I'm sure that all I know is that she arrived in the morning and died in the evening without further parley.

What Oak and Mr. Boldwood told me was only these few words. `Little Fanny Robin is dead, Joseph,' Gabriel said, looking in my face in his steady old way.

I was very sorry, and I said, `Ah! -- and how did she come to die?' `Well, she's dead in Casterhridge Union,' he said, `and perhaps 'tisn't much matter about how she came to die. She reached the Union early Sunday morning, and died in the afternoon -- that's clear enough.' Then I asked what she'd been doing lately, and Mr. Boldwood turned round to me then, and left off spitting a thistle with the end of his stick. He told me about her having lived by seampstering in Melchester, as I mentioned to you, and that she walked therefrom at the end of last week, passing near here Saturday night in the dusk. They then said I had better just name a hint of her death to you, and away they went. Her death might have been brought on by biding in the night wind, you know, ma'am; for people used to say she'd go off in a decline: she used to cough a good deal in winter time. However, 'tisn't much odds to us about that now, for 'tis all over."