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XLV. Troy's Romanticism

           Inangerhevoweditshouldbethelast,andateleveno’clock,whenhehadlingeredandwatchedthestoneofthebridgetillhekneweverylichenupontheirfaceandheardthechinkoftheripplesunderneathtilltheyoppressedhim,hejumpedfromhisseat,wenttotheinnforhisgig,andinabittermoodofindifferenceconcerningthepast,andrecklessnessaboutthefuture,droveontoBudmouthraces.

           Hereachedtherace-courseattwoo’clock,andremainedeitherthereorinthetowntillnine.ButFanny’simage,asithadappearedtohiminthesombreshadowsofthatSaturdayevening,returnedtohismind,backedupbyBathsheba’sreproaches.Hevowedhewouldnotbet,andhekepthisvow,foronleavingthetownatnineo’clockintheeveninghehaddiminishedhiscashonlytotheextentofafewshillings.

           Hetrottedslowlyhomeward,anditwasnowthathewasstruckforthefirsttimewithathoughtthatFannyhadbeenreallypreventedbyillnessfromkeepingherpromise.Thistimeshecouldhavemadenomistake.HeregrettedthathehadnotremainedinCasterbridgeandmadeinquiries.Reachinghomehequietlyunharnessedthehorseandcameindoors,aswehaveseen,tothefearfulshockthatawaitedhim.

           Assoonasitgrewlightenoughtodistinguishobjects,Troyarosefromthecoverletofthebed,andinamoodofabsoluteindifferencetoBathsheba’swhereabouts,andalmostobliviousofherexistence,hestalkeddownstairsandleftthehousebythebackdoor.

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