Eventide - A Second Declaration

For the shearing-supper a long table was placed on the grass-plot beside the house, the end of the table being thrust over the sill of the wide parlour window and a foot or two into the room. Miss Everdene sat inside the window, facing down the table. She was thus at the head without mingling with the men.

This evening Bathsheba was unusually excited, her red cheeks and lips contrasting lustrously with the mazy skeins of her shadowy hair. She seemed to expect assistance, and the seat at the bottom of the table was at her request left vacant until after they had begun the meal. She then asked Gabriel to take the place and the duties appertaining to that end, which he did with great readiness.

At this moment Mr Boldwood came in at the gate, and crossed the green to Bathsheba at the window. He apologized for his lateness: his arrival was evidently by arrangement.

`Gabriel,' said she, `will you move again, please, and let Mr Boldwood come there?'

Oak moved in silence back to his original seat.

The gentleman-farmer was dressed in cheerful style, in a new coat and white waistcoat, quite contrasting with his usual sober suits of grey. Inwardly, toe he was blithe, and consequently chatty to an exceptional degree. So also was Bathsheba now that he had come, though the uninvited presence of Pennyways, the bailiff who had been dismissed for theft, disturbed her equanimity for a while.

Supper being ended, Coggan began on his own private account, without reference to listeners:--

I've lost my love, and I care not,

I've lost my love, and I care not;

I shall soon have another

That's better than t'other;

I've lost my love, and I care not.

This lyric, when concluded, was received with a silently appreciative gaze at the table, implying that the performance, like a work by those established authors who are independent of notices in the papers, was a well-known delight which required no applause.

`Now, Master Poorgrass, your song!' said Coggan.

`I be all but in liquor, and the gift is wanting in me,' said Joseph, diminishing himself.

`Nonsense; wou'st never be so ungrateful, Joseph - never!' said Coggan, expressing hurt feelings by an inflection of voice. `And mistress is looking hard at ye, as much as to say, "Sing at once, Joseph Poorgrass."'

`Faith, so she is; well, I must suffer it!... Just eye my features, and see if the tell-tale blood overheats me much, neighbours?'

`No, yer blushes be quite reasonable,' said Coggan.

`I always tries to keep my colours from rising when a beauty's eyes get fixed on me,' said Joseph diffidently; `but if so be 'tis willed they do, they must.

`Now, Joseph, your song, please,' said Bathsheba from the window. `Well, really, ma'am,' he replied in a yielding tone. `I don't know what to say. It would be a poor plain ballet of my own composure.'

`Hear, hear!' said the supper-party.

Poorgrass, thus assured, trilled forth a flickering yet commendable piece of sentiment, the tune of which consisted of the key-note and another, the latter being the sound chiefly dwelt upon. This was so successful that he rashly plunged into a second in the same breath, after a few false starts:--

I sow'-ed th'-e...

I sow'-ed.

I sow'-ed thee seeds' of' love',

I-it was' all' i'-in thee spring',

I-in April', Ma'-ay, a'-nd sunny' June',

`When sma'-all bi'-irds they' do' sing;