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“
What
is
the
matter
at
home
?
”
“
Mother
is
took
very
bad
,
and
the
doctor
says
she
’
s
dying
,
and
as
father
is
not
very
well
neither
,
and
says
’
tis
wrong
for
a
man
of
such
a
high
family
as
his
to
slave
and
drave
at
common
labouring
work
,
we
don
’
t
know
what
to
do
.
”
Tess
stood
in
reverie
a
long
time
before
she
thought
of
asking
‘
Liza
-
Lu
to
come
in
and
sit
down
.
When
she
had
done
so
,
and
‘
Liza
-
Lu
was
having
some
tea
,
she
came
to
a
decision
.
It
was
imperative
that
she
should
go
home
Her
agreement
did
not
end
till
Old
Lady
-
Day
,
the
sixth
of
April
,
but
as
the
interval
thereto
was
not
a
long
one
she
resolved
to
run
the
risk
of
starting
at
once
.
To
go
that
night
would
be
a
gain
of
twelve
-
hours
;
but
her
sister
was
too
tired
to
undertake
such
a
distance
till
the
morrow
.
Tess
ran
down
to
where
Marian
and
Izz
lived
,
informed
them
of
what
had
happened
,
and
begged
them
to
make
the
best
of
her
case
to
the
farmer
.
Returning
,
she
got
Lu
a
supper
,
and
after
that
,
having
tucked
the
younger
into
her
own
bed
,
packed
up
as
many
of
her
belongings
as
would
go
into
a
withy
basket
,
and
started
,
directing
Lu
to
follow
her
next
morning
.
She
plunged
into
the
chilly
equinoctial
darkness
as
the
clock
struck
ten
,
for
her
fifteen
miles
’
walk
under
the
steely
stars
.
In
lone
districts
night
is
a
protection
rather
than
a
danger
to
a
noiseless
pedestrian
,
and
knowing
this
Tess
pursued
the
nearest
course
along
by
-
lanes
that
she
would
almost
have
feared
in
the
day
-
time
;
but
marauders
were
wanting
now
,
and
spectral
fears
were
driven
out
of
her
mind
by
thoughts
of
her
mother
.
Thus
she
proceeded
mile
after
mile
,
ascending
and
descending
till
she
came
to
Bulbarrow
,
and
about
midnight
looked
from
that
height
into
the
abyss
of
chaotic
shade
which
was
all
that
revealed
itself
of
the
vale
on
whose
further
side
she
was
born
.
Having
already
traversed
about
five
miles
on
the
upland
she
had
now
some
ten
or
eleven
in
the
lowland
before
her
journey
would
be
finished
.
The
winding
road
downwards
became
just
visible
to
her
under
the
wan
starlight
as
she
followed
it
,
and
soon
she
paced
a
soil
so
contrasting
with
that
above
it
that
the
difference
was
perceptible
to
the
tread
and
to
the
smell
.
It
was
the
heavy
clay
land
of
Blackmoor
Vale
,
and
a
part
of
the
Vale
to
which
turnpike
-
roads
had
never
penetrated
.
Superstitions
linger
longest
on
these
heavy
soils
.
Having
once
been
forest
,
at
this
shadowy
time
it
seemed
to
assert
something
of
its
old
character
,
the
far
and
the
near
being
blended
,
and
every
tree
and
tall
hedge
making
the
most
of
its
presence
.
The
harts
that
had
been
hunted
here
,
the
witches
that
had
been
pricked
and
ducked
,
the
green
-
spangled
fairies
that
“
whickered
”
at
you
as
you
passed
;
—
the
place
teemed
with
beliefs
in
them
still
,
and
they
formed
an
impish
multitude
now
.
At
Nuttlebury
she
passed
the
village
inn
,
whose
sign
creaked
in
response
to
the
greeting
of
her
footsteps
,
which
not
a
human
soul
heard
but
herself
.
Under
the
thatched
roofs
her
mind
’
s
eye
beheld
relaxed
tendons
and
flaccid
muscles
,
spread
out
in
the
darkness
beneath
coverlets
made
of
little
purple
patchwork
squares
,
and
undergoing
a
bracing
process
at
the
hands
of
sleep
for
renewed
labour
on
the
morrow
,
as
soon
as
a
hint
of
pink
nebulosity
appeared
on
Hambledon
Hill
.
At
three
she
turned
the
last
corner
of
the
maze
of
lanes
she
had
threaded
,
and
entered
Marlott
,
passing
the
field
in
which
as
a
club
-
girl
,
she
had
first
seen
Angel
Clare
,
when
he
had
not
danced
with
her
;
the
sense
of
disappointment
remained
with
her
yet
.
In
the
direction
of
her
mother
’
s
house
she
saw
a
light
.
It
came
from
the
bedroom
window
,
and
a
branch
waved
in
front
of
it
and
made
it
wink
at
her
.
As
soon
as
she
could
discern
the
outline
of
the
house
—
newly
thatched
with
her
money
—
it
had
all
its
old
effect
upon
Tess
’
s
imagination
.
Part
of
her
body
and
life
it
ever
seemed
to
be
;
the
slope
of
its
dormers
,
the
finish
of
its
gables
,
the
broken
courses
of
brick
which
topped
the
chimney
,
all
had
something
in
common
with
her
personal
character
.
A
stupefaction
had
come
into
these
features
,
to
her
regard
;
it
meant
the
illness
of
her
mother
.
She
opened
the
door
so
softly
as
to
disturb
nobody
;
the
lower
room
was
vacant
,
but
the
neighbour
who
was
sitting
up
with
her
mother
came
to
the
top
of
the
stairs
,
and
whispered
that
Mrs
Durbeyfield
was
no
better
,
though
she
was
sleeping
just
then
.
Tess
prepared
herself
a
breakfast
,
and
then
took
her
place
as
nurse
in
her
mother
’
s
chamber
.
