am afraid! Don't, dear Frank—will you―for I love you so. And you said lots of times you would marry me, and—and—I—I—I———"
"Don't cry, now! It is foolish. If I said so, of course I will."
"And shall I put up the banns in my parish, and will you in yours?"
"Yes."
"To-morrow?"
"Not to-morrow. We'll settle in a few days."
"You have the permission of the officers?"
"No—not yet."
"Oh—how is it? You said you almost had before you left Casterbridge."
"The fact is, I forgot to ask. Your coming like this is so sudden and unexpected."
"Yes—yes—it is. It was wrong of me to worry you. I'll go away now. Will you come and see me to-morrow, at Mrs. Twills's, in North Street? I don't like to come to the Barracks. There are bad women about, and they think me one."
"Quite so. I'll come to you, my dear. Goodnight."
"Good-night, Frank—good-night!"
And the noise was again heard of a window closing. The little spot moved away. When she passed the corner a subdued exclamation was heard inside the wall.
