 under one
of the carts, barked as a matter of principle, and quickly lay down again. He
was the only positive spectator of the hay-trusser's exit from the Weydon
Fair-field.
    This seemed to accord with his desire. He went on in silent thought,
unheeding the yellowhammers which flitted about the hedges with straws in their
bills, the crowns of the mushrooms, and the tinkling of local sheep-bells, whose
wearers had had the good fortune not to be included in the fair. When he reached
a lane, a good mile from the scene of the previous evening, the man pitched his
basket and leant upon a gate. A difficult problem or two occupied his mind.
    »Did I tell my name to anybody last night, or didn't I tell my name?« he
said to himself; and at last concluded that he did not. His general demeanour
was enough to show how he was surprised and nettled that his wife had taken him
so literally - as much could be seen in his face, and in the way he nibbled a
straw which he pulled from the hedge. He knew that she must have been somewhat
excited to do this; moreover, she must have believed that there was some sort of
binding force in the transaction. On this latter point he felt almost certain,
knowing her freedom from levity of character, and the extreme simplicity of her
intellect. There may, too, have been enough recklessness and resentment beneath
her ordinary placidity to make her stifle any momentary doubts. On a previous
occasion when he had declared during a fuddle that he would dispose of her as he
had done, she had replied that she would not hear him say that many times more
before it happened, in the resigned tones of a fatalist .... »Yet she knows I am
not in my senses when I do that!« he exclaimed. »Well, I must walk about till I
find her .... Seize her, why didn't she know better than bring me into this
disgrace!« he roared out. »She wasn't queer if I was. 'Tis like Susan to show
such idiotic simplicity. Meek - that meekness has done me more harm than the
bitterest temper!«
    When he was calmer he turned to his original conviction that he must somehow
find her and his little Elizabeth-Jane, and put up with the shame as best he
could. It was of his own making, and he ought to bear it. But first he resolved
to register an oath, a greater oath than he
