“Now you must go,” said she; “must you not?”
“Yes,” he replied. But he still remained.
“You had better go,” she urged. “You will lose a customer.
“Now, Miss Templeman, you will make me angry,” exclaimed Farfrae.
“Then suppose you don’t go; but stay a little longer?”
He looked anxiously at the farmer who was seeking him and who just then ominously walked across to where Henchard was standing, and he looked into the room and at her. “I like staying; but I fear I must go!” he said. “Business ought not to be neglected, ought it?”
“Not for a single minute.”
“It’s true. I’ll come another time—if I may, ma’am?”
“Certainly,” she said. “What has happened to us to-day is very curious.”
“Something to think over when we are alone, it’s like to be?”