He continued in a more agitated voice:-- "My opinion is (since you ask it) that you are greatly to blame for playing pranks upon a man like Mr.Boldwood, merely as a pastime.
Leading on a man you don't care for is not a praiseworthy action.
And even, Miss Everdene, if you seriously inclined towards him, you might have let him find it out in some way of true loving-kindness, and not by sending him a valentine's letter." Bathsheba laid down the shears.
"I cannot allow any man to--to criticise my private conduct!" she exclaimed.

"Nor will I for a minute.

So you'll please leave the farm at the end of the week!" It may have been a peculiarity--at any rate it was a fact--that when Bathsheba was swayed by an emotion of an earthly sort her lower lip trembled: when by a refined emotion, her upper or heavenward one.
Her nether lip quivered now.
"Very well, so I will," said Gabriel calmly.

He had been held to her by a beautiful thread which it pained him to spoil by breaking, rather than by a chain he could not break.

"I should be even better pleased to go at once," he added.
"Go at once then, in Heaven's name!" said she, her eyes flashing at his, though never meeting them.