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Henery Fray was the first to follow. Then Gabriel arose and went off with Jan Coggan, who had offered him a lodging. A few minutes later, when the remaining ones were on their legs and about to depart, Fray came back again in a hurry. Flourishing his finger ominously he threw a gaze teeming with tidings just where his eye alighted by accident, which happened to be in Joseph Poorgrass's face.

`O - what's the matter, what's the matter, Henery?' said Joseph, starting back.

`What's a-brewing, Henery?' asked Jacob and Mark Clark. `Baily Pennyways - Baily Pennyways - I said so; yes, I said so!'

`What, found out stealing anything?'

`Stealing it is. The news is, that after Miss Everdene got home she went out again to see all was safe, as she usually do, and corning in found Baily Pennyways creeping down the granary steps with half a bushel of barley.

She fleed at him like a cat - never such a tomboy as she is - of course I speak with closed doors?'

`You do - you do, Henery.'

`She fleed at him, and, to cut a long story short, he owned to having carried off five sack altogether, upon her promising not to persecute him.

Well, he's turned out neck and crop, and my question is, who's going to be baily now?'

The question was such a profound one that Henery was obliged to drink there and then from the large cup till the bottom was distinctly visible inside. Before he had replaced it on the table, in came the young man, Susan Tall's husband, in a still greater hurry.

`Have ye heard the news that's all over parish?'

`About Baily Pennyways?'

`But besides that?'

`No - not a morsel of it!' they replied, looking into the very midst of Laban Tall as if to meet his words halfway down his throat.

`What a night of horrors!' murmured Joseph Poorgrass, waving his hands spasmodically. `I've had the news-bell ringing in my left ear quite bad enough for a murder, and I've seen a magpie all alone!'

`Fanny Robin - Miss Everdene's youngest servant - can't be found. They've been wanting to lock up the door these two hours, but she isn't come in.

And they don't know what to do about going to bed for fear of locking her out. They wouldn't be so concerned if she hadn't been noticed in such low spirits these last few days, and Maryann d' think the beginning of a crowner's inquest has happened to the poor girl.'

`O--'tis burned - 'tis burned!' came from Joseph Poorgrass's dry lips.

`No--'tis drowned!' said Tall.

`Or 'tis her father's razor!' suggested Billy Smallbury with a vivid sense of detail.

`Well - Miss Everdene wants to speak to one or two of us before we go to bed. What with this trouble about the baily, and now about the girl, mis'ess is almost wild.'

They all hastened up the lane to the farmhouse, excepting the old maltster, whom neither news, fire, rain, nor thunder could draw from his hole. There, as the others' footsteps died away, he sat down again, and continued gazing as usual into the furnace with his red, bleared eyes.

From the bedroom window above their heads Bathsheba's head and shoulders, robed in mystic white, were dimly seen extended into the air. `Are any of my men among you?' she said anxiously. `Yes, ma'am, several,' said Susan Tall's husband.

`Tomorrow morning I wish two or three of you to make inquiries in the villages round if they have seen such a person as Fanny Robin. Do it quietly; there is no reason for alarm as yet. She must have left whilst we were all at the fire.'

`I beg yer pardon, but had she any young man courting her in the parish, ma'am?' asked Jacob Smallbury.

`I don't know,' said Bathsheba.

`I've never heard of any such thing, ma'am,' said two or three.

`It is hardly likely, either,' continued Bathsheba. `For any lover of hers might have come to the house if he had been a respectable lad. The most mysterious matter connected with her absence - indeed, the only thing which gives me serious alarm - is that she was seen to go out of the house by Maryann with only her indoor working gown on - not even a bonnet.'

`And you mean, ma'am, excusing my words, that a young woman would hardly go to see her young man without dressing up,' said Jacob, turning his mental vision upon past experiences. `That's true - she would not, ma'am.'

`She had, I think, a bundle, though I couldn't see very well,' said a female voice from another window, which seemed that of Maryann. `But she had no young man about here. Hers lives in Casterbridge, and I believe he's a soldier.'

`Do you know his name?' Bathsheba said.

`No, mistress; she was very close about it.'

`Perhaps I might be able to find out if I went to Casterbridge barracks,' said William Smallbury.

`Very well; if she doesn't return tomorrow, mind you go there and try to discover which man it is, and see him. I feel more responsible than I should if she had had any friends or relations alive. I do hope she has come to no harm through a man of that kind. And then there's this disgraceful affair of the bailiff - but I can't speak of him now.'

Bathsheba had so many reasons for uneasiness that it seemed she did not think it worth while to dwell upon any particular one. `Do as I told you, then,' she said in conclusion, closing the casement.

`Ay, ay, mistress; we will,' they replied, and moved away.

That night at Coggan's Gabriel Oak, beneath the screen of closed eyelids, was busy with fancies, and fill of movement, like a river flowing rapidly under its ice. Night had always been the time at which he saw Bathsheba most vividly, and through the slow hours of shadow he tenderly regarded her image now. It is rarely that the pleasures of the imagination will compensate for the pain of sleeplessness, hut they possibly did with Oak to-night, for the delight of merely seeing her effaced for the time his perception of the great difference between seeing and possessing.

He also thought of plans for fetching his few utensils and books from Norcombe. The Young Man's Best Companion The Farriers Sure Guide, The Veterinary Surgeon, Paradise Lost, The Pilgrims Progress, Robinson Crusoe, Ash's Dictionary , and Walkingame's Arithmetic , constituted his library; and though a limited series, it was one from which he had acquired more sound information by diligent perusal than many a man of opportunities has done from a furlong of laden shelves.