Forty One: Far From The Madding Crowd: Thomas Hardy - The End Of Fanny Robin
Both Bathsheba and her husband remained silent after their return from the market. Troy was restless too. The next day, which was a Sunday the silence continued. Bathsheba went to church in the morning and afternoon. This was the day before the Budmouth races. In the evening Troy said suddenly, "Bathsheba, could you let me have twenty pounds?" Her countenance instantly sank. "Twenty pounds? "The fact is I want it badly," said Troy, his face marked his unusual anxiety. He had been living with the anxiety, all the day. "Ah! for those races tomorrow." Troy, for the moment made no reply. "Well, suppose I do want it for races?" he said at last. "Oh, Frank!" Bathsheba replied, and there was such an entreaty in her words. "Only a few days ago you said that I was far sweeter than all your other pleasures put together, and you would give them all up for me, and now won't you give up this one, which is more a worry than a ple...