`Ihavenotfalleninlovewithyou，MrBoldwood-certainlyImustsaythat。’Sheallowedaverysmallsmiletocreepforthefirsttimeoverherseriousfaceinsayingthis，andthewhiterowofupperteeth，andkeenly-cutlipsalreadynoticed，suggestedanideaofheartlessness，whichwasimmediatelycontradictedbythepleasanteyes。
`Butyouwilljustthink-inkindnessandcondescensionthink-ifyoucannotbearwithmeasahusband！IfearIamtoooldforyou，butbelievemeIwilltakemorecareofyouthanwouldmanyamanofyourownage。Iwillprotectandcherishyouwithallmystrength-Iwillindeed！
Youshallhavenocares-beworriedbynohouseholdaffairs，andlivequiteatease，MissEverdene。Thedairysuperintendenceshallbedonebyaman-Icanafforditwell-youshallneverhavesomuchastolookoutofdoorsathaymakingtime，ortothinkofweatherintheharvest。
Iratherclingtothechaise，becauseitisthesamemypoorfatherandmotherdrove，butifyoudon’tlikeitIwillsellit，andyoushallhaveapony-carriageofyourown。Icannotsayhowfaraboveeveryotherideaandobjectonearthyouseemtome-nobodyknows-Godonlyknows-howmuchyouaretome！’
Bathsheba’sheartwasyoung，anditswelledwithsympathyforthedeep-naturedmanwhospokesosimply。