of me to see through that miserable denial of mine? O God, what a lie it was! Heaven and my Love forgive me. And don't you know that a woman who loves at all thinks nothing of perjury when it is balanced against her love? There, go out of the room; I want to be quite alone."
Liddy went towards the door.
"Liddy, come here. Solemnly swear to me that he's not a bad man; that it is all lies they say about him!"
"But, miss, how can I say he is not if———"
"You graceless girl. How can you have the cruel heart to repeat what they say? Unfeeling thing that you are.... But I'll see if you or anybody else in the village, or town either, dare do such a thing!" She started off, pacing from fireplace to door, and back again.
"No, miss. I don't—I know it is not true," said Liddy, frightened at Bathsheba's unwonted vehemence.
"I suppose you only agree with me like that to please me. But, Liddy, he cannot be bad, as is said. Do you hear?"
"Yes, miss, yes."
"And you don't believe he is?"
"I don't know what to say, miss," said Liddy, beginning to cry. "If I say No, you don't believe me; and if I say Yes, you rage at me."
