“Yes; I should like to see it very much.”
“And so you shall; you shall see me go through it.”
“No! How?”
“Let me consider.”
“Not with a walking-stick—I don’t care to see that. It must be a real sword.”
“Yes, I know; and I have no sword here; but I think I could get one by the evening. Now, will you do this?”
Troy bent over her and murmured some suggestion in a low voice.
“Oh no, indeed!” said Bathsheba, blushing. “Thank you very much, but I couldn’t on any account.”
“Surely you might? Nobody would know.”
She shook her head, but with a weakened negation. “If I were to,” she said, “I must bring Liddy too. Might I not?”