Bathsheba paused to regard the idea at full length.
Boldwood's had begun to be a troublesome image -- a species of Daniel in her kingdom who persisted in kneeling eastward when reason and common sense said that he might just as well follow suit with the rest, and afford her the official glance of admiration which cost nothing at all. She was far from being seriously concerned about his nonconformity. Still, it was faintly depressing that the most dignified and valuable man in the parish should withhold his eyes, and that a girl like Liddy should talk about it. So Liddy's idea was at first rather harassing than piquant.
"No, I won't do that. He wouldn't see any humour in it."
"He'd worry to death." said the persistent Liddy.
"Really, I don't care particularly to send it to Teddy." remarked her mistress. "He's rather a naughty child sometimes."
"Yes -- that he is."
"Let's toss as men do." said Bathsheba, idly. "Now then, head, Boldwood; tail, Teddy. No, we won't toss money on a Sunday that would be tempting the devil indeed."
"Toss this hymn-book; there can't be no sinfulness in that, miss."
"Very well. Open, Boldwood -- shut, Teddy. No; it's more likely to fall open. Open, Teddy -- shut, Boldwood."
The book went fluttering in the air and came down shut.
Bathsheba, a small yawn upon her mouth, took the pen, and with off-hand serenity directed the missive to Boldwood.
"Now light a candle, Liddy. Which seal shall we use? Here's a unicorn's head -- there's nothing in that. What's this? -- two doves -- no. It ought to be something extraordinary, ought it not, Liddy? Here's one with a motto -- I remember it is some funny one, but I can't read it. We'll try this, and if it doesn't do we'll have another."
A large red seal was duly affixed. Bathsheba looked closely at the hot wax to discover the words.
"Capital!" she exclaimed, throwing down the letter frolicsomely. "'Twould upset the solemnity of a parson The same evening the letter was sent, and was duly returned to Weatherbury again in the morning.
Of love as a spectacle Bathsheba had a fair knowledge; but of love subjectively she knew nothing.