05-04-远离尘嚣 [41]
and speak to 132 her，and say goodbye to her，as you and I have arranged. ’
‘Why do you need to speak to her？’
‘She'll look for me if I don't. Don't worry，you'll hear every word I say to her. It may help you in your courting，when I've gone！Stand over there behind the tree，and listen. ’
Troy stepped forward and whistled a double note.
‘Frank，darling，is that you？’It was Bathsheba's voice.
‘Oh God！’said Boldwood，unheard behind the tree.
‘Yes，it's me，’replied Troy.
‘You'rs so late，Frank，’she continued. ‘The coach arrived a long time ago！Frank，it's so lucky！There's nobody in my house except me tonight，so nobody will know about your visit. ’
‘Excellent，’said Troy. ‘But I'll just have to cdlect my bag，so you run home and I promise to be there in ten minutes. ’
‘Yes，Frank. ’She ran back to her house.
Troy turned to Boldwood，who had stepped out from behind the tree，his face white and his whole body trembling.
‘Shall I tell her I cannot marry her？’laughed the soldier.
‘No，no，wait！I have more to say to you！whispered Boldwood，the muscles in his face strangely out of control.
‘Now，’said Troy，‘you see my problem. I can't marry them both. But I have two reasons for choosing Fanny. First，I like her best，I think，and second，you're paying me for it. ’
At that moment Boldwood lost control. He attacked Troy fiercely，holding his neck with botn hands.
‘Wait，’gasped Troy，who had not expected this，‘let me breathe！If you kill me，you injure the woman you love！’
‘What do you mean？’cried the farmer. ‘I should kill you like a dog！’But he let go of Troy's neck，and listened.
‘You heard how Bathsheba loves me and expects me to visit her tonight Soon the whole village will know this. The only way to save her good name，and her position in Weatherbury，is for me to marry her. ’
‘True，true，’agreed Boldwood after a pause. ‘Troy，marry her！Poor，weak woman！She must love you madly to give herself so completely to you！’
‘But what about Fanny？’asked the soldier cleverly.
‘Don't desert her，Troy，I beg you！I don't mean Fanny，I'm speaking of Bathsheba！How can I persuade you？I know！I'll pay you five hundred pounds on the day you marry Bathsheba！’
Troy was secretly shocked at Boldwood's wild offer.
‘And I'll receive something now as well？’he asked.
‘Yes，all the money I have with me！’He counted the coins in his pocket. ‘Twenty－one pounds—it's all for you！’
‘Give me the money，and we'll go to her house. I'll ask her to marry me. Of course I won't say anything about the money. ’
They went along the road to the farmhouse，and Boldwood waited outside while Troy entered. He returned in a moment with a piece cut out of a Bath newspaper.
‘Here，read this first，’he said，smiling. And Boldwood read：
MARRIAGES：On the 17th，in Bath，Frank Troy，Sergeant，to Bathsheba Everdene of Weatherbury.
The paper fell from Boldwood's hands，as the soldier began to laugh. ‘Fifty pounds to marry Fanny. Twenty－one pounds not to marry Fanny，but Bathsheba. And now you see I'm already Bathsheba's husband. You're a fool，Boldwood. Although I may be a bad man，I'd never bribe anyone to mar-ry，as you've tried to. And Fanny？She left me long ago，and I don't know where she is. I've searched everywhere for her. Now take your money back！I don't want it！’and Troy threw the gold coins into the road.
‘You black－hearted dog！I'll punish you one day，remember that！’cried the broken man. Troy laughed loudly as he closed Bathsheba's front door.
Through the whole of the long night that followed，Boldwood's dark figure could be seen walking over the hills of Weatherbury like a ghost.
Just before the clock struck
‘Why do you need to speak to her？’
‘She'll look for me if I don't. Don't worry，you'll hear every word I say to her. It may help you in your courting，when I've gone！Stand over there behind the tree，and listen. ’
Troy stepped forward and whistled a double note.
‘Frank，darling，is that you？’It was Bathsheba's voice.
‘Oh God！’said Boldwood，unheard behind the tree.
‘Yes，it's me，’replied Troy.
‘You'rs so late，Frank，’she continued. ‘The coach arrived a long time ago！Frank，it's so lucky！There's nobody in my house except me tonight，so nobody will know about your visit. ’
‘Excellent，’said Troy. ‘But I'll just have to cdlect my bag，so you run home and I promise to be there in ten minutes. ’
‘Yes，Frank. ’She ran back to her house.
Troy turned to Boldwood，who had stepped out from behind the tree，his face white and his whole body trembling.
‘Shall I tell her I cannot marry her？’laughed the soldier.
‘No，no，wait！I have more to say to you！whispered Boldwood，the muscles in his face strangely out of control.
‘Now，’said Troy，‘you see my problem. I can't marry them both. But I have two reasons for choosing Fanny. First，I like her best，I think，and second，you're paying me for it. ’
At that moment Boldwood lost control. He attacked Troy fiercely，holding his neck with botn hands.
‘Wait，’gasped Troy，who had not expected this，‘let me breathe！If you kill me，you injure the woman you love！’
‘What do you mean？’cried the farmer. ‘I should kill you like a dog！’But he let go of Troy's neck，and listened.
‘You heard how Bathsheba loves me and expects me to visit her tonight Soon the whole village will know this. The only way to save her good name，and her position in Weatherbury，is for me to marry her. ’
‘True，true，’agreed Boldwood after a pause. ‘Troy，marry her！Poor，weak woman！She must love you madly to give herself so completely to you！’
‘But what about Fanny？’asked the soldier cleverly.
‘Don't desert her，Troy，I beg you！I don't mean Fanny，I'm speaking of Bathsheba！How can I persuade you？I know！I'll pay you five hundred pounds on the day you marry Bathsheba！’
Troy was secretly shocked at Boldwood's wild offer.
‘And I'll receive something now as well？’he asked.
‘Yes，all the money I have with me！’He counted the coins in his pocket. ‘Twenty－one pounds—it's all for you！’
‘Give me the money，and we'll go to her house. I'll ask her to marry me. Of course I won't say anything about the money. ’
They went along the road to the farmhouse，and Boldwood waited outside while Troy entered. He returned in a moment with a piece cut out of a Bath newspaper.
‘Here，read this first，’he said，smiling. And Boldwood read：
MARRIAGES：On the 17th，in Bath，Frank Troy，Sergeant，to Bathsheba Everdene of Weatherbury.
The paper fell from Boldwood's hands，as the soldier began to laugh. ‘Fifty pounds to marry Fanny. Twenty－one pounds not to marry Fanny，but Bathsheba. And now you see I'm already Bathsheba's husband. You're a fool，Boldwood. Although I may be a bad man，I'd never bribe anyone to mar-ry，as you've tried to. And Fanny？She left me long ago，and I don't know where she is. I've searched everywhere for her. Now take your money back！I don't want it！’and Troy threw the gold coins into the road.
‘You black－hearted dog！I'll punish you one day，remember that！’cried the broken man. Troy laughed loudly as he closed Bathsheba's front door.
Through the whole of the long night that followed，Boldwood's dark figure could be seen walking over the hills of Weatherbury like a ghost.
Just before the clock struck