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His
room
was
an
immense
attic
which
ran
the
whole
length
of
the
dairy
-
house
.
It
could
only
be
reached
by
a
ladder
from
the
cheese
-
loft
,
and
had
been
closed
up
for
a
long
time
till
he
arrived
and
selected
it
as
his
retreat
.
Here
Clare
had
plenty
of
space
,
and
could
often
be
heard
by
the
dairy
-
folk
pacing
up
and
down
when
the
household
had
gone
to
rest
.
A
portion
was
divided
off
at
one
end
by
a
curtain
,
behind
which
was
his
bed
,
the
outer
part
being
furnished
as
a
homely
sitting
-
room
.
At
first
he
lived
up
above
entirely
,
reading
a
good
deal
,
and
strumming
upon
an
old
harp
which
he
had
bought
at
a
sale
,
saying
when
in
a
bitter
humour
that
he
might
have
to
get
his
living
by
it
in
the
streets
some
day
.
But
he
soon
preferred
to
read
human
nature
by
taking
his
meals
downstairs
in
the
general
dining
-
kitchen
,
with
the
dairyman
and
his
wife
,
and
the
maids
and
men
,
who
all
together
formed
a
lively
assembly
;
for
though
but
few
milking
hands
slept
in
the
house
,
several
joined
the
family
at
meals
.
The
longer
Clare
resided
here
the
less
objection
had
he
to
his
company
,
and
the
more
did
he
like
to
share
quarters
with
them
in
common
.
Much
to
his
surprise
he
took
,
indeed
,
a
real
delight
in
their
companionship
.
The
conventional
farm
-
folk
of
his
imagination
—
personified
in
the
newspaper
-
press
by
the
pitiable
dummy
known
as
Hodge
—
were
obliterated
after
a
few
days
’
residence
.
At
close
quarters
no
Hodge
was
to
be
seen
.
At
first
,
it
is
true
,
when
Clare
’
s
intelligence
was
fresh
from
a
contrasting
society
,
these
friends
with
whom
he
now
hobnobbed
seemed
a
little
strange
.
Sitting
down
as
a
level
member
of
the
dairyman
’
s
household
seemed
at
the
outset
an
undignified
proceeding
.
The
ideas
,
the
modes
,
the
surroundings
,
appeared
retrogressive
and
unmeaning
.
But
with
living
on
there
,
day
after
day
,
the
acute
sojourner
became
conscious
of
a
new
aspect
in
the
spectacle
.
Without
any
objective
change
whatever
,
variety
had
taken
the
place
of
monotonousness
.
His
host
and
his
host
’
s
household
,
his
men
and
his
maids
,
as
they
became
intimately
known
to
Clare
,
began
to
differentiate
themselves
as
in
a
chemical
process
.
The
thought
of
Pascal
’
s
was
brought
home
to
him
:
“
A
MESURE
QU
’
ON
A
PLUS
D
’
ESPRIT
,
ON
TROUVE
QU
’
IL
Y
A
PLUS
D
’
HOMMES
ORIGINAUX
.
LES
GENS
DU
COMMUN
NE
TROUVENT
PAS
DE
DIFFERENCE
ENTRE
LES
HOMMES
.
”
The
typical
and
unvarying
Hodge
ceased
to
exist
.
He
had
been
disintegrated
into
a
number
of
varied
fellow
-
creatures
—
beings
of
many
minds
,
beings
infinite
in
difference
;
some
happy
,
many
serene
,
a
few
depressed
,
one
here
and
there
bright
even
to
genius
,
some
stupid
,
others
wanton
,
others
austere
;
some
mutely
Miltonic
,
some
potentially
Cromwellian
;
into
men
who
had
private
views
of
each
other
,
as
he
had
of
his
friends
;
who
could
applaud
or
condemn
each
other
,
amuse
or
sadden
themselves
by
the
contemplation
of
each
other
’
s
foibles
or
vices
;
men
every
one
of
whom
walked
in
his
own
individual
way
the
road
to
dusty
death
.
Unexpectedly
he
began
to
like
the
outdoor
life
for
its
own
sake
,
and
for
what
it
brought
,
apart
from
its
bearing
on
his
own
proposed
career
.
Considering
his
position
he
became
wonderfully
free
from
the
chronic
melancholy
which
is
taking
hold
of
the
civilized
races
with
the
decline
of
belief
in
a
beneficent
Power
.
For
the
first
time
of
late
years
he
could
read
as
his
musings
inclined
him
,
without
any
eye
to
cramming
for
a
profession
,
since
the
few
farming
handbooks
which
he
deemed
it
desirable
to
master
occupied
him
but
little
time
.
He
grew
away
from
old
associations
,
and
saw
something
new
in
life
and
humanity
.
Secondarily
,
he
made
close
acquaintance
with
phenomena
which
he
had
before
known
but
darkly
—
the
seasons
in
their
moods
,
morning
and
evening
,
night
and
noon
,
winds
in
their
different
tempers
,
trees
,
waters
and
mists
,
shades
and
silences
,
and
the
voices
of
inanimate
things
.
The
early
mornings
were
still
sufficiently
cool
to
render
a
fire
acceptable
in
the
large
room
wherein
they
breakfasted
;
and
,
by
Mrs
Crick
’
s
orders
,
who
held
that
he
was
too
genteel
to
mess
at
their
table
,
it
was
Angel
Clare
’
s
custom
to
sit
in
the
yawning
chimney
-
corner
during
the
meal
,
his
cup
-
and
-
saucer
and
plate
being
placed
on
a
hinged
flap
at
his
elbow
.
The
light
from
the
long
,
wide
,
mullioned
window
opposite
shone
in
upon
his
nook
,
and
,
assisted
by
a
secondary
light
of
cold
blue
quality
which
shone
down
the
chimney
,
enabled
him
to
read
there
easily
whenever
disposed
to
do
so
.
Between
Clare
and
the
window
was
the
table
at
which
his
companions
sat
,
their
munching
profiles
rising
sharp
against
the
panes
;
while
to
the
side
was
the
milk
-
house
door
,
through
which
were
visible
the
rectangular
leads
in
rows
,
full
to
the
brim
with
the
morning
’
s
milk
.
At
the
further
end
the
great
churn
could
be
seen
revolving
,
and
its
slip
-
slopping
heard
—
the
moving
power
being
discernible
through
the
window
in
the
form
of
a
spiritless
horse
walking
in
a
circle
and
driven
by
a
boy
.
For
several
days
after
Tess
’
s
arrival
Clare
,
sitting
abstractedly
reading
from
some
book
,
periodical
,
or
piece
of
music
just
come
by
post
,
hardly
noticed
that
she
was
present
at
table
.
She
talked
so
little
,
and
the
other
maids
talked
so
much
,
that
the
babble
did
not
strike
him
as
possessing
a
new
note
,
and
he
was
ever
in
the
habit
of
neglecting
the
particulars
of
an
outward
scene
for
the
general
impression
.
One
day
,
however
,
when
he
had
been
conning
one
of
his
music
-
scores
,
and
by
force
of
imagination
was
hearing
the
tune
in
his
head
,
he
lapsed
into
listlessness
,
and
the
music
-
sheet
rolled
to
the
hearth
.
He
looked
at
the
fire
of
logs
,
with
its
one
flame
pirouetting
on
the
top
in
a
dying
dance
after
the
breakfast
-
cooking
and
boiling
,
and
it
seemed
to
jig
to
his
inward
tune
;
also
at
the
two
chimney
crooks
dangling
down
from
the
cotterel
or
cross
-
bar
,
plumed
with
soot
which
quivered
to
the
same
melody
;
also
at
the
half
-
empty
kettle
whining
an
accompaniment
.
The
conversation
at
the
table
mixed
in
with
his
phantasmal
orchestra
till
he
thought
:
“
What
a
fluty
voice
one
of
those
milkmaids
has
!
I
suppose
it
is
the
new
one
.
”
