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When
he
was
gone
Tess
stood
at
the
window
,
and
presently
saw
his
form
crossing
the
great
stone
bridge
which
conducted
to
the
mill
premises
.
He
sank
behind
it
,
crossed
the
railway
beyond
,
and
disappeared
.
Then
,
without
a
sigh
,
she
turned
her
attention
to
the
room
,
and
began
clearing
the
table
and
setting
it
in
order
.
The
charwoman
soon
came
.
Her
presence
was
at
first
a
strain
upon
Tess
,
but
afterwards
an
alleviation
.
At
half
-
past
twelve
she
left
her
assistant
alone
in
the
kitchen
,
and
,
returning
to
the
sitting
-
room
,
waited
for
the
reappearance
of
Angel
’
s
form
behind
the
bridge
.
About
one
he
showed
himself
.
Her
face
flushed
,
although
he
was
a
quarter
of
a
mile
off
.
She
ran
to
the
kitchen
to
get
the
dinner
served
by
the
time
he
should
enter
.
He
went
first
to
the
room
where
they
had
washed
their
hands
together
the
day
before
,
and
as
he
entered
the
sitting
-
room
the
dish
-
covers
rose
from
the
dishes
as
if
by
his
own
motion
.
“
How
punctual
!
”
he
said
.
“
Yes
.
I
saw
you
coming
over
the
bridge
,
”
said
she
.
The
meal
was
passed
in
commonplace
talk
of
what
he
had
been
doing
during
the
morning
at
the
Abbey
Mill
,
of
the
methods
of
bolting
and
the
old
-
fashioned
machinery
,
which
he
feared
would
not
enlighten
him
greatly
on
modern
improved
methods
,
some
of
it
seeming
to
have
been
in
use
ever
since
the
days
it
ground
for
the
monks
in
the
adjoining
conventual
buildings
—
now
a
heap
of
ruins
.
He
left
the
house
again
in
the
course
of
an
hour
,
coming
home
at
dusk
,
and
occupying
himself
through
the
evening
with
his
papers
.
She
feared
she
was
in
the
way
,
and
,
when
the
old
woman
was
gone
,
retired
to
the
kitchen
,
where
she
made
herself
busy
as
well
as
she
could
for
more
than
an
hour
.
Clare
’
s
shape
appeared
at
the
door
.
“
You
must
not
work
like
this
,
”
he
said
.
“
You
are
not
my
servant
;
you
are
my
wife
.
”
She
raised
her
eyes
,
and
brightened
somewhat
.
“
I
may
think
myself
that
—
indeed
?
”
she
murmured
,
in
piteous
raillery
.
“
You
mean
in
name
!
Well
,
I
don
’
t
want
to
be
anything
more
.
”
“
You
MAY
think
so
,
Tess
!
You
are
.
What
do
you
mean
?
”
“
I
don
’
t
know
,
”
she
said
hastily
,
with
tears
in
her
accents
.
“
I
thought
I
—
because
I
am
not
respectable
,
I
mean
.
I
told
you
I
thought
I
was
not
respectable
enough
long
ago
—
and
on
that
account
I
didn
’
t
want
to
marry
you
,
only
—
only
you
urged
me
!
”
