childishly imbecile only a few months ago. We discern a grand force in the lover which he lacks whilst a free man; but there is a breadth of vision in the free man which in the lover we vainly seek. Where there is much bias there must be some narrowness, and love, though added emotion, is subtracted capacity. Boldwood exemplified this to an abnormal degree: he knew nothing of Fanny Robin's circumstances or whereabouts, he knew nothing of Troy's possibilities, yet that was what he said.
"I like Fanny best," said Troy; "and if, as you say, Miss Everdene is out of my reach, why I have all to gain by accepting your money, and marrying Fan. But she's only a servant."
"Never mind—do you agree to my arrangement?"
"I do."
"Ah!" said Boldwood, in a more elastic voice. "Oh Troy, if you like her best, why then did you step in here and injure my happiness?"
"I love Fanny best now," said Troy. "But Bathsh———Miss Everdene inflamed me, and displaced Fanny for a time. It is over now."
"Why should it be over so soon? And why then did you come here again?"
"There are weighty reasons. Fifty pounds at once, you said?"
