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In
the
meantime
Marian
and
Izz
Huett
had
journeyed
onward
with
the
chattels
of
the
ploughman
in
the
direction
of
their
land
of
Canaan
—
the
Egypt
of
some
other
family
who
had
left
it
only
that
morning
.
But
the
girls
did
not
for
a
long
time
think
of
where
they
were
going
.
Their
talk
was
of
Angel
Clare
and
Tess
,
and
Tess
’
s
persistent
lover
,
whose
connection
with
her
previous
history
they
had
partly
heard
and
partly
guessed
ere
this
.
“
‘
Tisn
’
t
as
though
she
had
never
known
him
afore
,
”
said
Marian
.
“
His
having
won
her
once
makes
all
the
difference
in
the
world
.
‘
Twould
be
a
thousand
pities
if
he
were
to
tole
her
away
again
.
Mr
Clare
can
never
be
anything
to
us
,
Izz
;
and
why
should
we
grudge
him
to
her
,
and
not
try
to
mend
this
quarrel
?
If
he
could
on
’
y
know
what
straits
she
’
s
put
to
,
and
what
’
s
hovering
round
,
he
might
come
to
take
care
of
his
own
.
”
“
Could
we
let
him
know
?
”
They
thought
of
this
all
the
way
to
their
destination
;
but
the
bustle
of
re
-
establishment
in
their
new
place
took
up
all
their
attention
then
.
But
when
they
were
settled
,
a
month
later
,
they
heard
of
Clare
’
s
approaching
return
,
though
they
had
learnt
nothing
more
of
Tess
.
Upon
that
,
agitated
anew
by
their
attachment
to
him
,
yet
honourably
disposed
to
her
,
Marian
uncorked
the
penny
ink
-
bottle
they
shared
,
and
a
few
lines
were
concocted
between
the
two
girls
HONOUR
’
D
SIR
—
Look
to
your
Wife
if
you
do
love
her
as
much
as
she
do
love
you
.
For
she
is
sore
put
to
by
an
Enemy
in
the
shape
of
a
Friend
.
Sir
,
there
is
one
near
her
who
ought
to
be
Away
.
A
woman
should
not
be
try
’
d
beyond
her
Strength
,
and
continual
dropping
will
wear
away
a
Stone
—
ay
,
more
—
a
Diamond
.
FROM
TWO
WELL
-
WISHERS
This
was
addressed
to
Angel
Clare
at
the
only
place
they
had
ever
heard
him
to
be
connected
with
,
Emminster
Vicarage
;
after
which
they
continued
in
a
mood
of
emotional
exaltation
at
their
own
generosity
,
which
made
them
sing
in
hysterical
snatches
and
weep
at
the
same
time
.
It
was
evening
at
Emminster
Vicarage
.
The
two
customary
candles
were
burning
under
their
green
shades
in
the
Vicar
’
s
study
,
but
he
had
not
been
sitting
there
.
Occasionally
he
came
in
,
stirred
the
small
fire
which
sufficed
for
the
increasing
mildness
of
the
spring
,
and
went
out
again
;
sometimes
pausing
at
the
front
door
,
going
on
to
the
drawing
-
room
,
then
returning
again
to
the
front
door
.
It
faced
westward
,
and
though
gloom
prevailed
inside
,
there
was
still
light
enough
without
to
see
with
distinctness
.
Mrs
Clare
,
who
had
been
sitting
in
the
drawing
-
room
,
followed
him
hither
.
“
Plenty
of
time
yet
,
”
said
the
Vicar
.
“
He
doesn
’
t
reach
Chalk
-
Newton
till
six
,
even
if
the
train
should
be
punctual
,
and
ten
miles
of
country
-
road
,
five
of
them
in
Crimmercrock
Lane
,
are
not
jogged
over
in
a
hurry
by
our
old
horse
.
”
“
But
he
has
done
it
in
an
hour
with
us
,
my
dear
.
”
