Twenty Three: Far From The Madding Crowd: Thomas Hardy - An Evening
Evening. Shearing supper. A long table was set on the grass-plot beside the house. The end of the table was thrust over the sill of the wide parlour window, and the end being thrust into the room. Miss Everdene sat inside facing down the table. She was thus at the head of the table, without mingling with the men. Bathsheba was unusually excited. Her red cheeks and lips contrasting lustrously with the mazy skeins of her shadowy hair. The seat at the bottom of the table was at her request left vacant. They have already begun the meal. She wanted Gabriel to take the seat at the bottom of the table and the duties appertaining to it, which he accepted with great readiness. Mr Boldwood appeared at the gate, and walked across the green to Bathsheba at the window. He was late, and he apologized for it. "Gabr iel," said Bathsheba, "will you move again, please, and let Mr Boldwood come there?" Gabriel moved silently to his original seat. ...