"No, no; don't say so. I have reasons for reserve which I cannot explain."
"Let it be, then, let it be," he said, receiving back the watch at last; "I must be leaving you now. And will you speak to me for these few weeks of my stay?"
"Indeed I will. Yet, I don't know if I will! Oh, why did you come and disturb me so!"
"Perhaps in setting a gin, I have caught myself. Such things have happened. Well, will you let me work in your fields?" he coaxed.
"Yes, I suppose so; if it is any pleasure to you."
"Miss Everdene, I thank you."
"No, no."
"Good-bye!"
The sergeant lifted his cap from the slope of his head, bowed, replaced it, and returned to the distant group of haymakers.
Bathsheba could not face the haymakers now. Her heart erratically flitting hither and thither from perplexed excitement, hot, and almost tearful, she retreated homeward, murmuring, "Oh, what have I done! what does it mean! I wish I knew how much of it was true!"
