All through the night her eyes were fixed on the lights of Casterbridge,the end of her journey. At six o'clock the next morning she finally fell in front of the door of the workhouse,and the people there took her in.
Bathsheba and her husband did not speak much that evening,or the following day. But on Sunday evening Troy said suddenly,‘Bathsheba,could you let me have twenty pounds?I need it. ’
‘Ah!’she said sadly,‘for the races tomorrow. Oh,Frank,only a few weeks ago you said I was far sweeter than all your other pleasures!Now won't you stop risking money on horses,which is more a worry than a pleasure?Say yes to your wife,Frank,say yes!’Her beautiful face would have persuaded most men,including Troy if he had not been married to her,but he no longer loved her enough to agree to anything she wanted.
‘Well,the money isn't for racing anyway,’he said. ‘Don't keep me short of money,Bathsheba,or you'll be sorry. ’
‘I'm sorry already,’she replied,‘sorry that our love has come to an end. ’
‘Love always ends after marriage. I think you hate me. ’
‘No,not you. I only hate your faults. ’
‘Then why not help me to improve?Come,let's be friends. Just give me the twenty pounds. ’