Converging Courses I Christmas
Eve came, and a party that Boldwood was to give in the evening was the great subject of talk in Weatherbury. It was not that the rarity of Christmas parties in the parish made this one a wonder, but that Boldwood should be the giver. The announcement had had an abnormal and incongruous sound, as if one should hear of croquet-playing in a cathedral aisle, or that some much-respected judge was going upon the stage. That the party was intended to be a true jovial one there was no room for doubt. A large bough of mistletoe had been brought from the woods that day, and suspended in the hall of the bachelor's home. Holly and ivy had followed in armfuls.
From six that morning till past noon the huge wood fire in the kitchen roared and sparkled at its highest, the kettle, the saucepan, and the three-legged pot appearing in the midst of the flames like Shadrach, Meshach, and Abednego; moreover, roasting and basting operatings were continually carried on in front of the genial blaze.
As it grew later the fire was made up in the large long hall into which the staircase descended, and all encumbrances were cleared out for dancing.
The log which was to form the back-brand of the evening fire was the uncleft trunk of a tree, so unwieldy that it could he neither brought nor rolled to its place; and accordingly two men were to be observed dragging and heaving it in by chains and levers as the hour of assembly drew near.
In spite of all this, the spirit of revelry was wanting in the atmosphere of the house. Such a thing had never been attempted before by its owner, and it was now done as by a wrench. Intended gaieties would insist upon appearing like solemn grandeurs, the organization of the whole effort was carried out coldly by hirelings, and a shadow seemed to move about the rooms, saying that the proceedings were unnatural to the place and the lone man who lived therein, and hence not good. II Bathsheba was at this time in her room, dressing for the event. She had called for candles, and Liddy entered and placed one on each side of her mistress's glass.
`Don't go away, Liddy,' said Bathsheba, almost timidly. `I am foolishly agitated - I cannot tell why. I wish I had not been obliged to go to this dance; but there's no escaping now. I have not spoken to Mr Boldwood since the autumn, when I promised to see him at Christmas on business, but I had no idea there was to be anything of this kind.'
`But I would go now,' said Liddy, who was going with her; for Boldwood had been indiscriminate in his invitations.
`Yes, I shall make my appearance, of course,' said Bathsheba. `But I am the cause of the party, and that upsets me! - Don't tell, Liddy.'
`O no; ma'am. You the cause of it, ma'am?'
`Yes. I am the reason of the party - I. If it had not been for me, there would never have been one. I can't explain any more - there's no more to be explained. I wish I had never seen Weatherbury.'
`That's wicked of you - to wish to be worse off than you are.'
`No, Liddy. I have never been free from trouble since I have lived here, and this party is likely to bring me more. Now, fetch my black silk dress, and see how it sits upon me.'
`But you will leave off that, surely, ma'am? You have been a sort of widow fourteen months, and ought to brighten up a little on such a night as this.'
`Is it necessary? No; I will appear as usual, for if I were to wear any light dress people would say things about me, and I should seem to be rejoicing when I am solemn all the time. The party doesn't suit me a bit; but never mind, stay and help to finish me off.' III Boldwood was dressing also at this hour. A tailor from Casterbridge was with him, assisting him in the operation of trying on a new coat that had just been brought home.
Never had Boldwood been so fastidious, unreasonable about the fit, and generally difficult to please. The tailor walked round and round him, tugged at the waist, pulled the sleeve, pressed out the collar, and for the first time in his experience Boldwood was not bored. Times had been when the farmer had claimed against all such niceties as childish, but now no philosophic or hasty rebuke whatever was provoked by this man for attaching as much importance to a crease in the coat as to an earthquake in South America.
Boldwood at last expressed himself nearly satisfied, and paid the bill, the tailor passing out of the door just as Oak came in to report progress for the day.
`Oh, Oak,' said Boldwood. `I shall of course see you here tonight.
Make yourself merry. I am determined that neither expense nor trouble shall be spared.'
`I'll try to be here, sir, though perhaps it may not be very early,' said Gabriel, quietly. `I am glad indeed to see such a change in 'ee from what it used to be.'
`Yes - I must own it - I am bright to-night: cheerful and more than cheerful - so much so that I am almost sad again with the sense that all of it is passing away. And sometimes, when I am excessively hopeful and blithe, a trouble is looming in the distance: so that I often get to look upon gloom in me with content, and to fear a happy mood. Still this may be absurd - I feel that it is absurd. Perhaps my day is dawning at last.'
`I hope it 'ill be a long and a fair one.'
`Thank you - thank you. Yet perhaps my cheerfulness rests on a slender hope. And yet I trust my hope. It is faith, not hope. I think this time I reckon with my host. - Oak, my hands are a little shaky, or something:
I can't tie this neckerchief properly. Perhaps you will tie it for me.
The fact is, I have not been well lately, you know.'
`I am sorry to hear that, sir.'
`Oh, it's nothing. I want it done as well as you can, please. Is there any late knot in fashion, Oak?'
`I don't know, sir,' said Oak. His tone had sunk to sadness.
Boldwood approached Gabriel, and as Oak tied the neckerchief the farmer went on feverishly--`Does a woman keep her promise, Gabriel?'
`If it is not inconvenient to her she may.'
` - Or rather an implied promise.'
`I won't answer for her implying,' said Oak, with faint bitterness.
`That's a word as fall o' holes as a sieve with them.'
