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“
We
have
not
exactly
quarrelled
,
”
he
said
.
“
But
we
have
had
a
difference
—
”
“
Angel
—
is
she
a
young
woman
whose
history
will
bear
investigation
?
”
With
a
mother
’
s
instinct
Mrs
Clare
had
put
her
finger
on
the
kind
of
trouble
that
would
cause
such
a
disquiet
as
seemed
to
agitate
her
son
.
“
She
is
spotless
!
”
he
replied
;
and
felt
that
if
it
had
sent
him
to
eternal
hell
there
and
then
he
would
have
told
that
lie
.
“
Then
never
mind
the
rest
.
After
all
,
there
are
few
purer
things
in
nature
then
an
unsullied
country
maid
.
Any
crudeness
of
manner
which
may
offend
your
more
educated
sense
at
first
,
will
,
I
am
sure
,
disappear
under
the
influence
or
your
companionship
and
tuition
.
”
Such
terrible
sarcasm
of
blind
magnanimity
brought
home
to
Clare
the
secondary
perception
that
he
had
utterly
wrecked
his
career
by
this
marriage
,
which
had
not
been
among
his
early
thoughts
after
the
disclosure
.
True
,
on
his
own
account
he
cared
very
little
about
his
career
;
but
he
had
wished
to
make
it
at
least
a
respectable
one
on
account
of
his
parents
and
brothers
.
And
now
as
he
looked
into
the
candle
its
flame
dumbly
expressed
to
him
that
it
was
made
to
shine
on
sensible
people
,
and
that
it
abhorred
lighting
the
face
of
a
dupe
and
a
failure
.
When
his
agitation
had
cooled
he
would
be
at
moments
incensed
with
his
poor
wife
for
causing
a
situation
in
which
he
was
obliged
to
practise
deception
on
his
parents
.
He
almost
talked
to
her
in
his
anger
,
as
if
she
had
been
in
the
room
And
then
her
cooing
voice
,
plaintive
in
expostulation
,
disturbed
the
darkness
,
the
velvet
touch
of
her
lips
passed
over
his
brow
,
and
he
could
distinguish
in
the
air
the
warmth
of
her
breath
.
This
night
the
woman
of
his
belittling
deprecations
was
thinking
how
great
and
good
her
husband
was
.
But
over
them
both
there
hung
a
deeper
shade
than
the
shade
which
Angel
Clare
perceived
,
namely
,
the
shade
of
his
own
limitations
.
With
all
his
attempted
independence
of
judgement
this
advanced
and
well
-
meaning
young
man
,
a
sample
product
of
the
last
five
-
and
-
twenty
years
,
was
yet
the
slave
to
custom
and
conventionality
when
surprised
back
into
her
early
teachings
.
No
prophet
had
told
him
,
and
he
was
not
prophet
enough
to
tell
himself
,
that
essentially
this
young
wife
of
his
was
as
deserving
of
the
praise
of
King
Lemuel
as
any
other
woman
endowed
with
the
same
dislike
of
evil
,
her
moral
value
having
to
be
reckoned
not
by
achievement
but
by
tendency
.
Moreover
,
the
figure
near
at
hand
suffers
on
such
occasion
,
because
it
shows
up
its
sorriness
without
shade
;
while
vague
figures
afar
off
are
honoured
,
in
that
their
distance
makes
artistic
virtues
of
their
stains
.
In
considering
what
Tess
was
not
,
he
overlooked
what
she
was
,
and
forgot
that
the
defective
can
be
more
than
the
entire
.
At
breakfast
Brazil
was
the
topic
,
and
all
endeavoured
to
take
a
hopeful
view
of
Clare
’
s
proposed
experiment
with
that
country
’
s
soil
,
notwithstanding
the
discouraging
reports
of
some
farm
-
labourers
who
had
emigrated
thither
and
returned
home
within
the
twelve
months
.
After
breakfast
Clare
went
into
the
little
town
to
wind
up
such
trifling
matters
as
he
was
concerned
with
there
,
and
to
get
from
the
local
bank
all
the
money
he
possessed
.
On
his
way
back
he
encountered
Miss
Mercy
Chant
by
the
church
,
from
whose
walls
she
seemed
to
be
a
sort
of
emanation
.
She
was
carrying
an
armful
of
Bibles
for
her
class
,
and
such
was
her
view
of
life
that
events
which
produced
heartache
in
others
wrought
beatific
smiles
upon
her
—
an
enviable
result
,
although
,
in
the
opinion
of
Angel
,
it
was
obtained
by
a
curiously
unnatural
sacrifice
of
humanity
to
mysticism
.
