Forty Three: Far From The Madding Crowd: Thomas Hardy - Fanny's Revenge
At a later hour of the same evening Bathsheba was sitting alone and cheerless beside the first fire of the season in the large parlour. Liddy came and stood at the door with a chamber candle stick in her hand. "Do you want me any longer, ma'am," inquired Liddy. "No more tonight, Liddy." "I will sit up for master if you like, ma'am. I am not at all afraid of Fanny, if I may sit in my own room and have a candle. She was such a childlike nesh young thing that her spirit couldn't appear to anybody, I am quite sure." "Oh, no, no! You go to bed. I'll sit up for him myself till twelve o'clock, and if he has not arrived by that time I shall give him up and go to bed too." "It is half past ten now." "Oh! Is it?" "Why don't you sit upstairs ma'am?" "Why don't I?" said Bathsheba desultorily. "It isn't worthwhile --- there is a fire here. Liddy," she sudden...