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That
was
all
she
said
on
the
matter
.
If
Tess
had
been
artful
,
had
she
made
a
scene
,
fainted
,
wept
hysterically
,
in
that
lonely
lane
,
notwithstanding
the
fury
of
fastidiousness
with
which
he
was
possessed
,
he
would
probably
not
have
withstood
her
.
But
her
mood
of
long
-
suffering
made
his
way
easy
for
him
,
and
she
herself
was
his
best
advocate
.
Pride
,
too
,
entered
into
her
submission
—
which
perhaps
was
a
symptom
of
that
reckless
acquiescence
in
chance
too
apparent
in
the
whole
d
’
Urberville
family
—
and
the
many
effective
chords
which
she
could
have
stirred
by
an
appeal
were
left
untouched
.
The
remainder
of
their
discourse
was
on
practical
matters
only
.
He
now
handed
her
a
packet
containing
a
fairly
good
sum
of
money
,
which
he
had
obtained
from
his
bankers
for
the
purpose
.
The
brilliants
,
the
interest
in
which
seemed
to
be
Tess
’
s
for
her
life
only
(
if
he
understood
the
wording
of
the
will
)
,
he
advised
her
to
let
him
send
to
a
bank
for
safety
;
and
to
this
she
readily
agreed
.
These
things
arranged
he
walked
with
Tess
back
to
the
carriage
,
and
handed
her
in
.
The
coachman
was
paid
and
told
where
to
drive
her
.
Taking
next
his
own
bag
and
umbrella
—
the
sole
articles
he
had
brought
with
him
hitherwards
—
he
bade
her
goodbye
;
and
they
parted
there
and
then
.
The
fly
moved
creepingly
up
a
hill
,
and
Clare
watched
it
go
with
an
unpremeditated
hope
that
Tess
would
look
out
of
the
window
for
one
moment
But
that
she
never
thought
of
doing
,
would
not
have
ventured
to
do
,
lying
in
a
half
-
dead
faint
inside
.
Thus
he
beheld
her
recede
,
and
in
the
anguish
of
his
heart
quoted
a
line
from
a
poet
,
with
peculiar
emendations
of
his
own
—
God
’
s
NOT
in
his
heaven
:
all
’
s
WRONG
with
the
world
!
When
Tess
had
passed
over
the
crest
of
the
hill
he
turned
to
go
his
own
way
,
and
hardly
knew
that
he
loved
her
still
.
As
she
drove
on
through
Blackmoor
Vale
,
and
the
landscape
of
her
youth
began
to
open
around
her
,
Tess
aroused
herself
from
her
stupor
.
Her
first
thought
was
how
would
she
be
able
to
face
her
parents
?
She
reached
a
turnpike
-
gate
which
stood
upon
the
highway
to
the
village
.
It
was
thrown
open
by
a
stranger
,
not
by
the
old
man
who
had
kept
it
for
many
years
,
and
to
whom
she
had
been
known
;
he
had
probably
left
on
New
Year
’
s
Day
,
the
date
when
such
changes
were
made
.
Having
received
no
intelligence
lately
from
her
home
,
she
asked
the
turnpike
-
keeper
for
news
.
“
Oh
—
nothing
,
miss
,
”
he
answered
.
“
Marlott
is
Marlott
still
.
Folks
have
died
and
that
.
John
Durbeyfield
,
too
,
hev
had
a
daughter
married
this
week
to
a
gentleman
-
farmer
;
not
from
John
’
s
own
house
,
you
know
;
they
was
married
elsewhere
;
the
gentleman
being
of
that
high
standing
that
John
’
s
own
folk
was
not
considered
well
-
be
-
doing
enough
to
have
any
part
in
it
,
the
bridegroom
seeming
not
to
know
how
’
t
have
been
discovered
that
John
is
a
old
and
ancient
nobleman
himself
by
blood
,
with
family
skillentons
in
their
own
vaults
to
this
day
,
but
done
out
of
his
property
in
the
time
o
’
the
Romans
.
However
,
Sir
John
,
as
we
call
‘
n
now
,
kept
up
the
wedding
-
day
as
well
as
he
could
,
and
stood
treat
to
everybody
in
the
parish
;
and
John
’
s
wife
sung
songs
at
The
Pure
Drop
till
past
eleven
o
’
clock
.
”
