Then the veil had to be tied at its lower edge round his collar and the gloves put on him.
He looked such an extraordinary object in this guise that, flurried as she was, she could not avoid laughing outright.

It was the removal of yet another stake from the palisade of cold manners which had kept him off.
Bathsheba looked on from the ground whilst he was busy sweeping and shaking the bees from the tree, holding up the hive with the other hand for them to fall into.

She made use of an unobserved minute whilst his attention was absorbed in the operation to arrange her plumes a little.

He came down holding the hive at arm's length, behind which trailed a cloud of bees.
"Upon my life," said Troy, through the veil, "holding up this hive makes one's arm ache worse than a week of sword-exercise." When the manoeuvre was complete he approached her.

"Would you be good enough to untie me and let me out?
I am nearly stifled inside this silk cage." To hide her embarrassment during the unwonted process of untying the string about his neck, she said:-- "I have never seen that you spoke of." "What ?" "The sword-exercise." "Ah! would you like to ?" said Troy.
Bathsheba hesitated.