Bathsheba，stillunhappy，wentindoorsagain。InthecourseoftheafternoonshesaidtoLiddy，whohadbeeninformedoftheoccurrence，`WhatwasthecolourofpoorFannyRobin’shair？Doyouknow？Icannotrecollect-I
onlysawherforadayortwo。’
`Itwaslight，ma’am；butsheworeitrathershort，addpackedawayunderhercap，sothatyouwouldhardlynoticeit。ButIhaveseenherletitdownwhenshewasgoingtobed，anditlookedbeautifulthen。Realgoldenhair。’
`Heryoungmanwasasoldier，washenot？’
`Yes。InthesameregimentasMrTroy。Hesaysheknewhimverywell。’