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She
nodded
.
“
Though
widow
of
the
late
Sir
John
d
’
Urberville
,
poor
nobleman
,
if
I
cared
for
my
rights
;
and
returning
to
the
domain
of
his
forefathers
.
”
“
Oh
?
Well
,
I
know
nothing
about
that
;
but
if
you
be
Mrs
Durbeyfield
,
I
am
sent
to
tell
‘
ee
that
the
rooms
you
wanted
be
let
.
We
didn
’
t
know
that
you
was
coming
till
we
got
your
letter
this
morning
—
when
’
twas
too
late
.
But
no
doubt
you
can
get
other
lodgings
somewhere
.
”
The
man
had
noticed
the
face
of
Tess
,
which
had
become
ash
-
pale
at
his
intelligence
.
Her
mother
looked
hopelessly
at
fault
.
“
What
shall
we
do
now
,
Tess
?
”
she
said
bitterly
.
“
Here
’
s
a
welcome
to
your
ancestors
’
lands
!
However
,
let
’
s
try
further
.
”
They
moved
on
into
the
town
,
and
tried
with
all
their
might
,
Tess
remaining
with
the
waggon
to
take
care
of
the
children
whilst
her
mother
and
‘
Liza
-
Lu
made
inquiries
.
At
the
last
return
of
Joan
to
the
vehicle
,
an
hour
later
,
when
her
search
for
accommodation
had
still
been
fruitless
,
the
driver
of
the
waggon
said
the
goods
must
be
unloaded
,
as
the
horses
were
half
-
dead
,
and
he
was
bound
to
return
part
of
the
way
at
least
that
night
.
“
Very
well
—
unload
it
here
,
”
said
Joan
recklessly
.
“
I
’
ll
get
shelter
somewhere
.
”
The
waggon
had
drawn
up
under
the
churchyard
wall
,
in
a
spot
screened
from
view
,
and
the
driver
,
nothing
loth
,
soon
hauled
down
the
poor
heap
of
household
goods
.
This
done
she
paid
him
,
reducing
herself
to
almost
her
last
shilling
thereby
,
and
he
moved
off
and
left
them
,
only
too
glad
to
get
out
of
further
dealings
with
such
a
family
.
It
was
a
dry
night
,
and
he
guessed
that
they
would
come
to
no
harm
.
Tess
gazed
desperately
at
the
pile
of
furniture
.
The
cold
sunlight
of
this
spring
evening
peered
invidiously
upon
the
crocks
and
kettles
,
upon
the
bunches
of
dried
herbs
shivering
in
the
breeze
,
upon
the
brass
handles
of
the
dresser
,
upon
the
wicker
-
cradle
they
had
all
been
rocked
in
,
and
upon
the
well
-
rubbed
clock
-
case
,
all
of
which
gave
out
the
reproachful
gleam
of
indoor
articles
abandoned
to
the
vicissitudes
of
a
roofless
exposure
for
which
they
were
never
made
.
Round
about
were
deparked
hills
and
slopes
—
now
cut
up
into
little
paddocks
—
and
the
green
foundations
that
showed
where
the
d
’
Urberville
mansion
once
had
stood
;
also
an
outlying
stretch
of
Egdon
Heath
that
had
always
belonged
to
the
estate
.
Hard
by
,
the
aisle
of
the
church
called
the
d
’
Urberville
Aisle
looked
on
imperturbably
.
“
Isn
’
t
your
family
vault
your
own
freehold
?
”
said
Tess
’
s
mother
,
as
she
returned
from
a
reconnoitre
of
the
church
and
graveyard
.
“
Why
,
of
course
’
tis
,
and
that
’
s
where
we
will
camp
,
girls
,
till
the
place
of
your
ancestors
finds
us
a
roof
!
Now
,
Tess
and
‘
Liza
and
Abraham
,
you
help
me
.
We
’
ll
make
a
nest
for
these
children
,
and
then
we
’
ll
have
another
look
round
.
”
Tess
listlessly
lent
a
hand
,
and
in
a
quarter
of
an
hour
the
old
four
-
post
bedstead
was
dissociated
from
the
heap
of
goods
,
and
erected
under
the
south
wall
of
the
church
,
the
part
of
the
building
know
as
the
d
’
Urberville
Aisle
,
beneath
which
the
huge
vaults
lay
.
Over
the
tester
of
the
bedstead
was
a
beautiful
traceried
window
,
of
many
lights
,
its
date
being
the
fifteenth
century
.
It
was
called
the
d
’
Urberville
Window
,
and
in
the
upper
part
could
be
discerned
heraldic
emblems
like
those
on
Durbeyfield
’
s
old
seal
and
spoon
.
