wouldn't be so concerned if she hadn't been noticed in such low spirits these last few days, and Marryann d' think the beginning of a crowner's inquest has happened to the poor girl."
"Oh—'tis burned—'tis burned!" said Joseph Poorgrass with 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 rise to the farm-house, 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 bed-room 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.
"To-morrow morning I wish two or three of you to make inquiries in the villages round
