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“
Of
course
not
,
dear
child
.
You
are
a
child
to
me
,
Tess
,
not
to
know
how
very
proper
it
is
to
write
to
your
mother
at
such
a
time
,
and
how
wrong
it
would
be
in
me
to
object
.
Where
does
she
live
?
”
“
At
the
same
place
—
Marlott
.
On
the
further
side
of
Blackmoor
Vale
.
”
“
Ah
,
then
I
HAVE
seen
you
before
this
summer
—
”
“
Yes
;
at
that
dance
on
the
green
;
but
you
would
not
dance
with
me
.
O
,
I
hope
that
is
of
no
ill
-
omen
for
us
now
!
”
Tess
wrote
a
most
touching
and
urgent
letter
to
her
mother
the
very
next
day
,
and
by
the
end
of
the
week
a
response
to
her
communication
arrive
in
Joan
Durbeyfield
’
s
wandering
last
-
century
hand
.
DEAR
TESS
,
—
J
write
these
few
lines
Hoping
they
will
find
you
well
,
as
they
leave
me
at
Present
,
thank
God
for
it
.
Dear
Tess
,
we
are
all
glad
to
Hear
that
you
are
going
really
to
be
married
soon
.
But
with
respect
to
your
question
,
Tess
,
J
say
between
ourselves
,
quite
private
but
very
strong
,
that
on
no
account
do
you
say
a
word
of
your
Bygone
Trouble
to
him
.
J
did
not
tell
everything
to
your
Father
,
he
being
so
Proud
on
account
of
his
Respectability
,
which
,
perhaps
,
your
Intended
is
the
same
.
Many
a
woman
—
some
of
the
Highest
in
the
Land
—
have
had
a
Trouble
in
their
time
;
and
why
should
you
Trumpet
yours
when
others
don
’
t
Trumpet
theirs
?
No
girl
would
be
such
a
Fool
,
specially
as
it
is
so
long
ago
,
and
not
your
Fault
at
all
.
J
shall
answer
the
same
if
you
ask
me
fifty
times
.
Besides
,
you
must
bear
in
mind
that
,
knowing
it
to
be
your
Childish
Nature
to
tell
all
that
’
s
in
your
heart
—
so
simple
!
—
J
made
you
promise
me
never
to
let
it
out
by
Word
or
Deed
,
having
your
Welfare
in
my
Mind
;
and
you
most
solemnly
did
promise
it
going
from
this
Door
.
J
have
not
named
either
that
Question
or
your
coming
marriage
to
your
Father
,
as
he
would
blab
it
everywhere
,
poor
Simple
Man
.
Dear
Tess
,
keep
up
your
Spirits
,
and
we
mean
to
send
you
a
Hogshead
of
Cyder
for
you
Wedding
,
knowing
there
is
not
much
in
your
parts
,
and
thin
Sour
Stuff
what
there
is
.
So
no
more
at
present
,
and
with
kind
love
to
your
Young
Man
.
—
From
your
affectte
.
Mother
.
J
.
DURBEYFIELD
“
O
mother
,
mother
!
”
murmured
Tess
.
