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This
growing
fondness
for
her
memory
coincided
in
point
of
time
with
her
residence
at
Flintcomb
-
Ash
,
but
it
was
before
she
had
felt
herself
at
liberty
to
trouble
him
with
a
word
about
her
circumstances
or
her
feelings
.
He
was
greatly
perplexed
;
and
in
his
perplexity
as
to
her
motives
in
withholding
intelligence
he
did
not
inquire
.
Thus
her
silence
of
docility
was
misinterpreted
.
How
much
it
really
said
if
he
had
understood
!
—
that
she
adhered
with
literal
exactness
to
orders
which
he
had
given
and
forgotten
;
that
despite
her
natural
fearlessness
she
asserted
no
rights
,
admitted
his
judgement
to
be
in
every
respect
the
true
one
,
and
bent
her
head
dumbly
thereto
.
In
the
before
-
mentioned
journey
by
mules
through
the
interior
of
the
country
,
another
man
rode
beside
him
.
Angel
’
s
companion
was
also
an
Englishman
,
bent
on
the
same
errand
,
though
he
came
from
another
part
of
the
island
.
They
were
both
in
a
state
of
mental
depression
,
and
they
spoke
of
home
affairs
.
Confidence
begat
confidence
.
With
that
curious
tendency
evinced
by
men
,
more
especially
when
in
distant
lands
,
to
entrust
to
strangers
details
of
their
lives
which
they
would
on
no
account
mention
to
friends
,
Angel
admitted
to
this
man
as
they
rode
along
the
sorrowful
facts
of
his
marriage
.
The
stranger
had
sojourned
in
many
more
lands
and
among
many
more
peoples
than
Angel
;
to
his
cosmopolitan
mind
such
deviations
from
the
social
norm
,
so
immense
to
domesticity
,
were
no
more
than
are
the
irregularities
of
vale
and
mountain
-
chain
to
the
whole
terrestrial
curve
.
He
viewed
the
matter
in
quite
a
different
light
from
Angel
;
thought
that
what
Tess
had
been
was
of
no
importance
beside
what
she
would
be
,
and
plainly
told
Clare
that
he
was
wrong
in
coming
away
from
her
.
The
next
day
they
were
drenched
in
a
thunder
-
storm
.
Angel
’
s
companion
was
struck
down
with
fever
,
and
died
by
the
week
’
s
end
.
Clare
waited
a
few
hours
to
bury
him
,
and
then
went
on
his
way
.
The
cursory
remarks
of
the
large
-
minded
stranger
,
of
whom
he
knew
absolutely
nothing
beyond
a
commonplace
name
,
were
sublimed
by
his
death
,
and
influenced
Clare
more
than
all
the
reasoned
ethics
of
the
philosophers
.
His
own
parochialism
made
him
ashamed
by
its
contrast
.
His
inconsistencies
rushed
upon
him
in
a
flood
.
He
had
persistently
elevated
Hellenic
Paganism
at
the
expense
of
Christianity
;
yet
in
that
civilization
an
illegal
surrender
was
not
certain
disesteem
.
Surely
then
he
might
have
regarded
that
abhorrence
of
the
un
-
intact
state
,
which
he
had
inherited
with
the
creed
of
mysticism
,
as
at
least
open
to
correction
when
the
result
was
due
to
treachery
.
A
remorse
struck
into
him
.
The
words
of
Izz
Huett
,
never
quite
stilled
in
his
memory
,
came
back
to
him
.
He
had
asked
Izz
if
she
loved
him
,
and
she
had
replied
in
the
affirmative
.
Did
she
love
him
more
than
Tess
did
?
No
,
she
had
replied
;
Tess
would
lay
down
her
life
for
him
,
and
she
herself
could
do
no
more
.
He
thought
of
Tess
as
she
had
appeared
on
the
day
of
the
wedding
.
How
her
eyes
had
lingered
upon
him
;
how
she
had
hung
upon
his
words
as
if
they
were
a
god
’
s
!
And
during
the
terrible
evening
over
the
hearth
,
when
her
simple
soul
uncovered
itself
to
his
,
how
pitiful
her
face
had
looked
by
the
rays
of
the
fire
,
in
her
inability
to
realize
that
his
love
and
protection
could
possibly
be
withdrawn
.
Thus
from
being
her
critic
he
grew
to
be
her
advocate
.
Cynical
things
he
had
uttered
to
himself
about
her
;
but
no
man
can
be
always
a
cynic
and
live
;
and
he
withdrew
them
.
The
mistake
of
expressing
them
had
arisen
from
his
allowing
himself
to
be
influenced
by
general
principles
to
the
disregard
of
the
particular
instance
.
But
the
reasoning
is
somewhat
musty
;
lovers
and
husbands
have
gone
over
the
ground
before
today
.
Clare
had
been
harsh
towards
her
;
there
is
no
doubt
of
it
.
Men
are
too
often
harsh
with
women
they
love
or
have
loved
;
women
with
men
.
And
yet
these
harshnesses
are
tenderness
itself
when
compared
with
the
universal
harshness
out
of
which
they
grow
;
the
harshness
of
the
position
towards
the
temperament
,
of
the
means
towards
the
aims
,
of
today
towards
yesterday
,
of
hereafter
towards
today
.
The
historic
interest
of
her
family
—
that
masterful
line
of
d
’
Urbervilles
—
whom
he
had
despised
as
a
spent
force
,
touched
his
sentiments
now
.
Why
had
he
not
known
the
difference
between
the
political
value
and
the
imaginative
value
of
these
things
?
In
the
latter
aspect
her
d
’
Urberville
descent
was
a
fact
of
great
dimensions
;
worthless
to
economics
,
it
was
a
most
useful
ingredient
to
the
dreamer
,
to
the
moralizer
on
declines
and
falls
.
It
was
a
fact
that
would
soon
be
forgotten
—
that
bit
of
distinction
in
poor
Tess
’
s
blood
and
name
,
and
oblivion
would
fall
upon
her
hereditary
link
with
the
marble
monuments
and
leaded
skeletons
at
Kingsbere
.
So
does
Time
ruthlessly
destroy
his
own
romances
.
