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Tess
retreated
upstairs
and
beheld
casually
that
the
beds
had
been
shifted
,
and
new
arrangements
made
.
Her
old
bed
had
been
adapted
for
two
younger
children
.
There
was
no
place
here
for
her
now
.
The
room
below
being
unceiled
she
could
hear
most
of
what
went
on
there
.
Presently
her
father
entered
,
apparently
carrying
in
a
live
hen
.
He
was
a
foot
-
haggler
now
,
having
been
obliged
to
sell
his
second
horse
,
and
he
travelled
with
his
basket
on
his
arm
.
The
hen
had
been
carried
about
this
morning
as
it
was
often
carried
,
to
show
people
that
he
was
in
his
work
,
though
it
had
lain
,
with
its
legs
tied
,
under
the
table
at
Rolliver
’
s
for
more
than
an
hour
.
“
We
’
ve
just
had
up
a
story
about
—
“
Durbeyfield
began
,
and
thereupon
related
in
detail
to
his
wife
a
discussion
which
had
arisen
at
the
inn
about
the
clergy
,
originated
by
the
fact
of
his
daughter
having
married
into
a
clerical
family
.
“
They
was
formerly
styled
‘
sir
’
,
like
my
own
ancestry
,
”
he
said
,
“
though
nowadays
their
true
style
,
strictly
speaking
,
is
‘
clerk
’
only
.
”
As
Tess
had
wished
that
no
great
publicity
should
be
given
to
the
event
,
he
had
mentioned
no
particulars
.
He
hoped
she
would
remove
that
prohibition
soon
.
He
proposed
that
the
couple
should
take
Tess
’
s
own
name
,
d
’
Urberville
,
as
uncorrupted
.
It
was
better
than
her
husbands
’
s
.
He
asked
if
any
letter
had
come
from
her
that
day
.
Then
Mrs
Durbeyfield
informed
him
that
no
letter
had
come
,
but
Tess
unfortunately
had
come
herself
.
When
at
length
the
collapse
was
explained
to
him
a
sullen
mortification
,
not
usual
with
Durbeyfield
,
overpowered
the
influence
of
the
cheering
glass
.
Yet
the
intrinsic
quality
of
the
event
moved
his
touchy
sensitiveness
less
than
its
conjectured
effect
upon
the
minds
of
others
.
“
To
think
,
now
,
that
this
was
to
be
the
end
o
’
t
!
”
said
Sir
John
.
“
And
I
with
a
family
vault
under
that
there
church
of
Kingsbere
as
big
as
Squire
Jollard
’
s
ale
-
cellar
,
and
my
folk
lying
there
in
sixes
and
sevens
,
as
genuine
county
bones
and
marrow
as
any
recorded
in
history
.
And
now
to
be
sure
what
they
fellers
at
Rolliver
’
s
and
The
Pure
Drop
will
say
to
me
!
How
they
’
ll
squint
and
glane
,
and
say
,
‘
This
is
yer
mighty
match
is
it
;
this
is
yer
getting
back
to
the
true
level
of
yer
forefathers
in
King
Norman
’
s
time
!
’
I
feel
this
is
too
much
,
Joan
;
I
shall
put
an
end
to
myself
,
title
and
all
—
I
can
bear
it
no
longer
!
.
.
.
But
she
can
make
him
keep
her
if
he
’
s
married
her
?
”
“
Why
,
yes
.
But
she
won
’
t
think
o
’
doing
that
.
”
“
D
’
ye
think
he
really
have
married
her
?
—
or
is
it
like
the
first
—
”
Poor
Tess
,
who
had
heard
as
far
as
this
,
could
not
bear
to
hear
more
