Fifty Seven: Far From The Madding Crowd: Thomas Hardy - A Foggy Night & Morning
"The most private, secret and plainest wedding that's possible to have." Those had been Bathsheba's words to Oak one evening, and he had meditated a full hour upon how to carry out her wishes to the letter and spirit. "First a licence." Gabriel thought. On a dark night a few days later Oak came with mysterious steps from the surrogate 's door in Casterbridge. On way back to home he met Jan Coggan. They walked together into the village till they came to a little lane behind the church, leading down to the cottage of Laban Tall, who had lately been installed as a clerk of the parish, and was yet in mortal terror at church on Sundays when he heard his lone voice among certain hard words of the psalm, wither no man ventured to follow him. "Well, goodnight, Coggan," said Oak, "I am going down this way." "Oh, said Coggan, surprised. "What is going on tonight then, make so bold, Mr Oak?" It seemed rather ungenerous not ...