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“
Tessy
!
”
came
from
behind
her
,
and
Clare
sprang
across
the
gully
,
alighting
beside
her
feet
.
“
My
wife
—
soon
!
”
“
No
,
no
;
I
cannot
.
For
your
sake
,
O
Mr
Clare
;
for
your
sake
,
I
say
no
!
”
“
Tess
!
”
“
Still
I
say
no
!
”
she
repeated
.
Not
expecting
this
he
had
put
his
arm
lightly
round
her
waist
the
moment
after
speaking
,
beneath
her
hanging
tail
of
hair
.
(
The
younger
dairymaids
,
including
Tess
,
breakfasted
with
their
hair
loose
on
Sunday
mornings
before
building
it
up
extra
high
for
attending
church
,
a
style
they
could
not
adopt
when
milking
with
their
heads
against
the
cows
.
)
If
she
had
said
“
Yes
”
instead
of
“
No
”
he
would
have
kissed
her
;
it
had
evidently
been
his
intention
;
but
her
determined
negative
deterred
his
scrupulous
heart
.
Their
condition
of
domiciliary
comradeship
put
her
,
as
the
woman
,
to
such
disadvantage
by
its
enforced
intercourse
,
that
he
felt
it
unfair
to
her
to
exercise
any
pressure
of
blandishment
which
he
might
have
honestly
employed
had
she
been
better
able
to
avoid
him
.
He
release
her
momentarily
-
imprisoned
waist
,
and
withheld
the
kiss
.
It
all
turned
on
that
release
.
What
had
given
her
strength
to
refuse
him
this
time
was
solely
the
tale
of
the
widow
told
by
the
dairyman
;
and
that
would
have
been
overcome
in
another
moment
.
But
Angel
said
no
more
;
his
face
was
perplexed
;
he
went
away
.
Day
after
day
they
met
—
somewhat
less
constantly
than
before
;
and
thus
two
or
three
weeks
went
by
.
The
end
of
September
drew
near
,
and
she
could
see
in
his
eye
that
he
might
ask
her
again
.
His
plan
of
procedure
was
different
now
—
as
though
he
had
made
up
his
mind
that
her
negatives
were
,
after
all
,
only
coyness
and
youth
startled
by
the
novelty
of
the
proposal
.
The
fitful
evasiveness
of
her
manner
when
the
subject
was
under
discussion
countenanced
the
idea
.
So
he
played
a
more
coaxing
game
;
and
while
never
going
beyond
words
,
or
attempting
the
renewal
of
caresses
,
he
did
his
utmost
orally
.
In
this
way
Clare
persistently
wooed
her
in
undertones
like
that
of
the
purling
milk
—
at
the
cow
’
s
side
,
at
skimmings
,
at
butter
-
makings
,
at
cheese
-
makings
,
among
broody
poultry
,
and
among
farrowing
pigs
—
as
no
milkmaid
was
ever
wooed
before
by
such
a
man
.
