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“
I
wonder
,
”
said
Izz
.
“
Some
lady
looked
out
for
him
?
”
gasped
Tess
,
starting
“
I
have
never
heard
o
’
that
!
”
“
O
yes
—
’
tis
whispered
;
a
young
lady
of
his
own
rank
,
chosen
by
his
family
;
a
Doctor
of
Divinity
’
s
daughter
near
his
father
’
s
parish
of
Emminster
;
he
don
’
t
much
care
for
her
,
they
say
.
But
he
is
sure
to
marry
her
.
”
They
had
heard
so
very
little
of
this
;
yet
it
was
enough
to
build
up
wretched
dolorous
dreams
upon
,
there
in
the
shade
of
the
night
.
They
pictured
all
the
details
of
his
being
won
round
to
consent
,
of
the
wedding
preparations
,
of
the
bride
’
s
happiness
,
of
her
dress
and
veil
,
of
her
blissful
home
with
him
,
when
oblivion
would
have
fallen
upon
themselves
as
far
as
he
and
their
love
were
concerned
.
Thus
they
talked
,
and
ached
,
and
wept
till
sleep
charmed
their
sorrow
away
.
After
this
disclosure
Tess
nourished
no
further
foolish
thought
that
there
lurked
any
grave
and
deliberate
import
in
Clare
’
s
attentions
to
her
.
It
was
a
passing
summer
love
of
her
face
,
for
love
’
s
own
temporary
sake
—
nothing
more
.
And
thorny
crown
of
this
sad
conception
was
that
she
whom
he
really
did
prefer
in
a
cursory
way
to
the
rest
,
she
who
knew
herself
to
be
more
impassioned
in
nature
,
cleverer
,
more
beautiful
than
they
,
was
in
the
eyes
of
propriety
far
less
worthy
of
him
than
the
homelier
ones
whom
he
ignored
.
Amid
the
oozing
fatness
and
warm
ferments
of
the
Froom
Vale
,
at
a
season
when
the
rush
of
juices
could
almost
be
heard
below
the
hiss
of
fertilization
,
it
was
impossible
that
the
most
fanciful
love
should
not
grow
passionate
.
The
ready
bosoms
existing
there
were
impregnated
by
their
surroundings
.
July
passed
over
their
heads
,
and
the
Thermidorean
weather
which
came
in
its
wake
seemed
an
effort
on
the
part
of
Nature
to
match
the
state
of
hearts
at
Talbothays
Dairy
.
The
air
of
the
place
,
so
fresh
in
the
spring
and
early
summer
,
was
stagnant
and
enervating
now
.
Its
heavy
scents
weighed
upon
them
,
and
at
mid
-
day
the
landscape
seemed
lying
in
a
swoon
.
Ethiopic
scorchings
browned
the
upper
slopes
of
the
pastures
,
but
there
was
still
bright
green
herbage
here
where
the
watercourses
purled
.
And
as
Clare
was
oppressed
by
the
outward
heats
,
so
was
he
burdened
inwardly
by
waxing
fervour
of
passion
for
the
soft
and
silent
Tess
.
The
rains
having
passed
the
uplands
were
dry
.
The
wheels
of
the
dairyman
’
s
spring
cart
,
as
he
sped
home
from
market
,
licked
up
the
pulverized
surface
of
the
highway
,
and
were
followed
by
white
ribands
of
dust
,
as
if
they
had
set
a
thin
powertrain
on
fire
.
The
cows
jumped
wildly
over
the
five
-
barred
barton
-
gate
,
maddened
by
the
gad
-
fly
;
Dairyman
Crick
kept
his
shirt
-
sleeves
permanently
rolled
up
from
Monday
to
Saturday
;
open
windows
had
no
effect
in
ventilation
without
open
doors
,
and
in
the
dairy
-
garden
the
blackbirds
and
thrushes
crept
about
under
the
currant
-
bushes
,
rather
in
the
manner
of
quadrupeds
than
of
winged
creatures
.
The
flies
in
the
kitchen
were
lazy
,
teasing
,
and
familiar
,
crawling
about
in
the
unwonted
places
,
on
the
floors
,
into
drawers
,
and
over
the
backs
of
the
milkmaids
’
hands
.
Conversations
were
concerning
sunstroke
;
while
butter
-
making
,
and
still
more
butter
-
keeping
,
was
a
despair
.
