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The
square
tower
,
beneath
which
she
knew
that
at
that
moment
the
Vicar
and
his
congregation
were
gathered
,
had
a
severe
look
in
her
eyes
.
She
wished
that
she
had
somehow
contrived
to
come
on
a
week
-
day
.
Such
a
good
man
might
be
prejudiced
against
a
woman
who
had
chosen
Sunday
,
never
realizing
the
necessities
of
her
case
.
But
it
was
incumbent
upon
her
to
go
on
now
.
She
took
off
the
thick
boots
in
which
she
had
walked
thus
far
,
put
on
her
pretty
thin
ones
of
patent
leather
,
and
,
stuffing
the
former
into
the
hedge
by
the
gatepost
where
she
might
readily
find
them
again
,
descended
the
hill
;
the
freshness
of
colour
she
had
derived
from
the
keen
air
thinning
away
in
spite
of
her
as
she
drew
near
the
parsonage
.
Tess
hoped
for
some
accident
that
might
favour
her
,
but
nothing
favoured
her
.
The
scrubs
on
the
Vicarage
lawn
rustled
uncomfortably
in
the
frosty
breeze
;
she
could
not
feel
by
any
stretch
of
imagination
,
dressed
to
her
highest
as
she
was
,
that
the
house
was
the
residence
of
near
relations
;
and
yet
nothing
essential
,
in
nature
or
emotion
,
divided
her
from
them
:
in
pains
,
pleasures
,
thoughts
,
birth
,
death
,
and
after
-
death
,
they
were
the
same
.
She
nerved
herself
by
an
effort
,
entered
the
swing
-
gate
,
and
rang
the
door
-
bell
.
The
thing
was
done
;
there
could
be
no
retreat
.
No
;
the
thing
was
not
done
.
Nobody
answered
to
her
ringing
.
The
effort
had
be
risen
to
and
made
again
.
She
rang
a
second
time
,
and
the
agitation
of
the
act
,
coupled
with
her
weariness
after
the
fifteen
miles
’
walk
,
led
her
support
herself
while
she
waited
by
resting
her
hand
on
her
hip
,
and
her
elbow
against
the
wall
of
the
porch
.
The
wind
was
so
nipping
that
the
ivy
-
leaves
had
become
wizened
and
gray
,
each
tapping
incessantly
upon
its
neighbour
with
a
disquieting
stir
of
her
nerves
.
A
piece
of
blood
-
stained
paper
,
caught
up
from
some
meat
-
buyer
’
s
dust
-
heap
,
beat
up
and
down
the
road
without
the
gate
;
too
flimsy
to
rest
,
too
heavy
to
fly
away
;
and
a
few
straws
kept
it
company
.
The
second
peal
had
been
louder
,
and
still
nobody
came
.
Then
she
walked
out
of
the
porch
,
opened
the
gate
,
and
passed
through
.
And
though
she
looked
dubiously
at
the
house
-
front
as
if
inclined
to
return
,
it
was
with
a
breath
of
relied
that
she
closed
the
gate
.
A
feeling
haunted
her
that
she
might
have
been
recognized
(
though
how
she
could
not
tell
)
,
and
orders
been
given
not
to
admit
her
.
Tess
went
as
far
as
the
corner
.
She
had
done
all
she
could
do
;
but
determined
not
to
escape
present
trepidation
at
the
expense
of
future
distress
,
she
walked
back
again
quite
past
the
house
,
looking
up
at
all
the
windows
.
Ah
—
the
explanation
was
that
they
were
all
at
church
,
every
one
.
She
remembered
her
husband
saying
that
his
father
always
insisted
upon
the
household
,
servants
included
,
going
to
morning
-
service
,
and
,
as
a
consequence
,
eating
cold
food
when
they
came
home
.
It
was
,
therefore
,
only
necessary
to
wait
till
the
service
was
over
.
She
would
not
make
herself
conspicuous
by
waiting
on
the
spot
,
and
she
started
to
get
past
the
church
into
the
lane
.
But
as
she
reached
the
churchyard
-
gate
the
people
began
pouring
out
,
and
Tess
found
herself
in
the
midst
of
them
.
The
Emminster
congregation
looked
at
her
as
only
a
congregation
of
small
country
-
townsfolk
walking
home
at
its
leisure
can
look
at
a
woman
out
of
the
common
whom
it
perceives
to
be
a
stranger
.
She
quickened
her
pace
,
and
ascended
the
the
road
by
which
she
had
come
,
to
find
a
retreat
between
its
hedges
till
the
Vicar
’
s
family
should
have
lunched
,
and
it
might
be
convenient
for
them
to
receive
her
.
She
soon
distanced
the
churchgoers
,
except
two
youngish
men
,
who
,
linked
arm
-
in
-
arm
,
were
beating
up
behind
her
at
a
quick
step
.
