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“
I
do
not
,
Tessy
,
really
.
”
The
hurry
of
dressing
and
starting
left
no
time
for
more
than
this
.
Those
words
of
his
seemed
to
reassure
her
on
further
reflection
.
She
was
whirled
onward
through
the
next
couple
of
critical
hours
by
the
mastering
tide
of
her
devotion
to
him
,
which
closed
up
further
meditation
.
Her
one
desire
,
so
long
resisted
,
to
make
herself
his
,
to
call
him
her
lord
,
her
own
—
then
,
if
necessary
,
to
die
—
had
at
last
lifted
her
up
from
her
plodding
reflective
pathway
.
In
dressing
,
she
moved
about
in
a
mental
cloud
of
many
-
coloured
idealities
,
which
eclipsed
all
sinister
contingencies
by
its
brightness
.
The
church
was
a
long
way
off
,
and
they
were
obliged
to
drive
,
particularly
as
it
was
winter
.
A
close
carriage
was
ordered
from
a
roadside
inn
,
a
vehicle
which
had
been
kept
there
ever
since
the
old
days
of
post
-
chaise
travelling
.
It
had
stout
wheel
-
spokes
,
and
heavy
felloes
,
a
great
curved
bed
,
immense
straps
and
springs
,
and
a
pole
like
a
battering
-
ram
.
The
postilion
was
a
venerable
“
boy
”
of
sixty
—
a
martyr
to
rheumatic
gout
,
the
result
of
excessive
exposure
in
youth
,
counter
-
acted
by
strong
liquors
—
who
had
stood
at
inn
-
doors
doing
nothing
for
the
whole
five
-
and
twenty
years
that
had
elapsed
since
he
had
no
longer
been
required
to
ride
professionally
,
as
if
expecting
the
old
times
to
come
back
again
.
He
had
a
permanent
running
wound
on
the
outside
of
his
right
leg
,
originated
by
the
constant
bruisings
of
aristocratic
carriage
-
poles
during
the
many
years
that
he
had
been
in
regular
employ
at
the
King
’
s
Arms
,
Casterbridge
.
Inside
this
cumbrous
and
creaking
structure
,
and
behind
this
decayed
conductor
,
the
PARTIE
CARREE
took
their
seats
—
the
bride
and
bridegroom
and
Mr
and
Mrs
Crick
.
Angel
would
have
liked
one
at
least
of
his
brothers
to
be
present
as
groomsman
,
but
their
silence
after
his
gentle
hint
to
that
effect
by
letter
had
signified
that
they
did
not
care
to
come
.
They
disapproved
of
the
marriage
,
and
could
not
be
expected
to
countenance
it
.
Perhaps
it
was
as
well
that
they
could
not
be
present
.
They
were
not
worldly
young
fellows
,
but
fraternizing
with
dairy
-
folk
would
have
struck
unpleasantly
upon
their
biassed
niceness
,
apart
from
their
view
of
the
match
.
Upheld
by
the
momentum
of
the
time
Tess
knew
nothing
of
this
;
did
not
see
anything
;
did
not
know
the
road
they
were
taking
to
the
church
.
She
knew
that
Angel
was
close
to
her
;
all
the
rest
was
a
luminous
mist
.
She
was
a
sort
of
celestial
person
,
who
owed
her
being
to
poetry
—
one
of
those
classical
divinities
Clare
was
accustomed
to
talk
to
her
about
when
they
took
their
walk
together
.
The
marriage
being
by
licence
there
were
only
a
dozen
or
so
of
people
in
the
church
;
had
there
been
a
thousand
they
would
have
produced
no
more
effect
upon
her
.
They
were
at
stellar
distances
from
her
present
world
.
In
the
ecstatic
solemnity
with
which
she
swore
her
faith
to
him
the
ordinary
sensibilities
of
sex
seemed
a
flippancy
.
At
a
pause
in
the
service
,
while
they
were
kneeling
together
,
she
unconsciously
inclined
herself
towards
him
,
so
that
her
shoulder
touched
his
arm
;
she
had
been
frightened
by
a
passing
thought
,
and
the
movement
had
been
automatic
,
to
assure
herself
that
he
was
really
there
,
and
to
fortify
her
belief
that
his
fidelity
would
be
proof
against
all
things
.
Clare
knew
that
she
loved
him
—
every
curve
of
her
form
showed
that
—
but
he
did
not
know
at
that
time
the
full
depth
of
her
devotion
,
its
single
-
mindedness
,
its
meekness
;
what
long
-
suffering
it
guaranteed
,
what
honesty
,
what
endurance
what
good
faith
.
As
they
came
out
of
church
the
ringers
swung
the
bells
off
their
rests
,
and
a
modest
peal
of
three
notes
broke
forth
—
that
limited
amount
of
expression
having
been
deemed
sufficient
by
the
church
builders
for
the
joys
of
such
a
small
parish
.
