was very seldom gained. At this period the single opinion
in the parish on herself and her doings that she valued as sounder
than her own was Gabriel Oak's. And the outspoken honesty of his
character was such that on any subject, even that of her love for,
or marriage with, another man, the same disinterestedness of opinion
might be calculated on, and be had for the asking. Thoroughly
convinced of the impossibility of his own suit, a high resolve
constrained him not to injure that of another. This is a lover's
most stoical virtue, as the lack of it is a lover's most venial sin.
Knowing he would reply truly she asked the question, painful as
she must have known the subject would be. Such is the selfishness
of some charming women. Perhaps it was some excuse for her thus
torturing honesty to her own advantage, that she had absolutely no
other sound judgment within easy reach.
"Well, what is your opinion of my conduct," she said, quietly.
"That it is unworthy of any thoughtful, and meek, and comely woman."
In an instant Bathsheba's face coloured with the angry crimson of
a Danby sunset. But she forbore to utter this feeling, and the
reticence of her tongue only made the loquacity of her face the more
noticeable.
The next thing Gabriel did was to make a mistake.
"Perhaps you don't like the rudeness of my reprimanding you, for I
know it is rudeness; but I thought it would do good."
She instantly replied sarcastically--
"On the contrary, my opinion of you is so low, that I see in your
abuse the praise of discerning people!"
"I am glad you don't mind it, for I said it honestly and with every
serious meaning."
"I see. But, unfortunately, when you try not to speak in jest you
are amusing--just as when you wish to avoid seriousness you sometimes
say a sensible word."
It was a hard hit, but Bathsheba had unmistakably lost her temper,
and on that account Gabriel had never in his life kept his own
better. He said nothing. She then broke out--
"I may ask, I suppose, where in particular my unworthiness lies? In
my not marrying you, perhaps!"
"Not by any means," said Gabriel quietly. "I have long given up
thinking of that matter."
"Or wishing it, I suppose," she said; and it was apparent that she
expected an unhesitating denial of this supposition.
Whatever Gabriel felt, he coolly echoed her words--
"Or wishing it either."
A woman may be treated with a bitterness which is sweet to her,
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