Mrs Troy，’he said。
‘Ask him to come in，’said Boldwood。
The message was given，and Troy，wrapped up to his eyes in the cloak，stood in the doorway。 Those who knew he was in the area recognized him immediately。 Boldwood did not。 He said，‘Come in，stranger，and have a Christmas drink with us！’
Troy entered，threw off his cloak and looked Boldwood in the face。 But it was only when he laughed that Boldwood recognized the man who had destroyed his hope and happiness once and was about to do it again。
Troy turned to Bathsheba。 She had dropped miserably on to the lowest stair。 Her mouth was blue and dry，her eyes empty and staring。 He said，‘Bathsheba，I've come here for you！’She did not reply。 ‘Come home with me，do you hear！’He went towards her。
A strange，thin voice，full of despair，came from the fire…place。 ‘Bathsheba，go with your husband！’said Boldwood。
She did not move，and when Troy stretched out his hand to pull her towards him，she fell back with a quick，low scream。
A second later there was a loud bang，and the hall was filled with smoke。 At Bathsheba's cry，Boldwood's despair had turned to anger。 From the wall above the fireplace he had taken a gun and shot Troy，who now lay very still。 Boldwood turned the gun on himself，but was stopped by one of his men。
‘It doesn't matter！’Boldwood gasped。 ‘There's another way to die！’
He crossed the room to Bathsheba，and kissed her hand。 Then he went out into the darkness before anyone could prevent him。
19
Bathsheba and Gabriel
Gabriel arrived at Boldwood's house about five minutes after the shooting。 The villagers were all shocked and silent，but Bathsheba was sitting on the floor，calmly holding Troy's head。
‘Gabriel，’she said simply，‘I'm afraid it's too late，but ride to Casterbridge for a doctor。 Mr Boldwood has shot my husband Gabriel obeyed at once，and while riding along was tinking so hard about the shooting that in the darkness he failed to notice a man walking along the road to Casterbridge。 That man was Boldwood，on his way to Casterbridge to confess to his crime。
Bathsheba ordered the body to be removed to her house，and by herself she washed and dressed her dead husband for burial。 But when the doctor，the vicar and Gabriel arrived，and she no longer needed to be strong，her self…control finally broke，and she became very ill。 On the doctor's advice she was put to bed，and her illness continued for several months。
At his trial the following March Boldwood was found guilty of murder，for which the usual punishment was death。 However，Weatherbury people began to protest publicly that he should not be held responsible for the crime。 Over the last few weeks the villagers had noticed how his moods changed from wild despair to feverish excitement。 He had forgotten his farm and even lost the previous year's harvest。 And a pile of carefully wrapped parcels of dresses and jewels was found at his house，addressed to‘Bathsheba Boldwood’and dated six years ahead。 These were accepted by the judges as signs of his mad…ness，and in the end Boldwood was sent to prison for life。 Gabriel knew that Bathsheba blamed herself for Troy's death，and would have blamed herself even more for Boldwood's。
Her health improved only very slowly。 She hardly ever went out of the house or garden，and did not discuss her feelings with anyone，even Liddy。 But by the summer she was begin…ning to spend more time in the open air，and one August evening she walked to the churchyard。 She could hear the village children inside the church practising their singing for Sunday。 She went straight to Fanny's grave，and read Troy's words on the large gravestone：
This stone was put up by Francis Troy in loving memory of Fanny Robin，who died on October 9，1866，aged 20Underneath，on the same stone，were the words she had added：
In the same grave lies Francis Troy who died on December 24，1867，aged 26
As she listened to the sweet voices of the children coming from the church，and thought of the pain she had experienced in her short life，tears came to her eyes。 She wished she were as innocent as those children again。 She was still crying when she suddenly noticed Gabriel Oak，who had come up the path on his way to the church，and was watching her sympathetically。
‘Are you going in？’she asked，trying to dry her tears。
‘I was，’he replied。 ‘I'm one of the church singers，you know，and tonight's my practice evening。 But I don't think I'll go in now。 ’There was a pause，while they both tried to think of something to say。 At last Gabriel said slowly，‘I haven't seen you，to speak to，for a long time。 Are you better now？’
‘Yes，I am，’she replied。 ‘I came to look at the gravestone。 ’
‘Eight months ago it happened！’said Gabriel。 ‘It seems like yesterday to me。 ’
‘And to me it seems like years，long years ago。 ’
‘There's something I must tell you，’said Gabriel，hesitating。 ‘The fact is，I won't be your farm manager much longer。 I'm thinking of leaving England，and farming in America。 ’
‘Leaving England！’she cried in surprise and disappoint…ment。 ‘But everyone thought you would rent poor Mr Bold…wood's farm and manage it yourself！’
‘The lawyers have offered it to me，it's true。 But I'll be leaving Weatherbury next spring。 I have my reasons。 ’
‘And what shall I do without you？Oh Gabriel，we're such old friends！You've helped me so much in the past，and now that I'm more helpless than ever，you're going away！’
‘It's unfortunate，’said Gabriel unhappily。 ‘It's because of that helplessness that I have to go，’and he walked so guickly out of the churchyard that she could not follow him。
In the next few months Bathsheba noticed miserably that Gabriel communicated with her as little as possible，and then only by messenger。 She could not avoid thinking that he，the last friend she had，had lost interest in supporting her，and was about to desert her。 On the day after Christmas she received the letter from him which she had been expecting。 In it he explained that he would leave the farm in three months’time。
Bathsheba sat and cried bitterly over this letter。 She was deeply hurt that Gabriel no longer loved her。 She was also worried about having to manage the farm by herself again。 She thought about it all morning，and was so depressed by the afternoon that she put on her cloak and found her way to where Gabriel lived。 She knocked at the door。
‘Who is it？’said Gabriel，opening the door。 ‘Oh，It's you，mistress！’
‘I won't be your mistress much longer，will I，Gabriel？’she said sadly。
‘Well，no，I suppose not。 ’
Because these two people，who knew each other well，were meeting in a strange place，they felt like the strangers they were when they first met，and neither spoke for a moment。
‘Gabriel，perhaps I shouldn't have come，but I—I thought I must have offended you，and that's why you're going away。
‘Offended me！You couldn't do that，Bathsheba！’
‘Couldn't I？’she said gladly。 ‘But then why are you going？’
‘I'm not going to America，you know。 I decided not to，when you seemed against the idea。 No，I've arranged