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“
Oh
,
not
at
all
,
sir
.
”
He
watched
her
pretty
and
unconscious
munching
through
the
skeins
of
smoke
that
pervaded
the
tent
,
and
Tess
Durbeyfield
did
not
divine
,
as
she
innocently
looked
down
at
the
roses
in
her
bosom
,
that
there
behind
the
blue
narcotic
haze
was
potentially
the
“
tragic
mischief
”
of
her
drama
—
one
who
stood
fair
to
be
the
blood
-
red
ray
in
the
spectrum
of
her
young
life
.
She
had
an
attribute
which
amounted
to
a
disadvantage
just
now
;
and
it
was
this
that
caused
Alec
d
’
Urberville
’
s
eyes
to
rivet
themselves
upon
her
.
It
was
a
luxuriance
of
aspect
,
a
fulness
of
growth
,
which
made
her
appear
more
of
a
woman
than
she
really
was
.
She
had
inherited
the
feature
from
her
mother
without
the
quality
it
denoted
.
It
had
troubled
her
mind
occasionally
,
till
her
companions
had
said
that
it
was
a
fault
which
time
would
cure
.
She
soon
had
finished
her
lunch
.
“
Now
I
am
going
home
,
sir
,
”
she
said
,
rising
.
“
And
what
do
they
call
you
?
”
he
asked
,
as
he
accompanied
her
along
the
drive
till
they
were
out
of
sight
of
the
house
.
“
Tess
Durbeyfield
,
down
at
Marlott
.
”
“
And
you
say
your
people
have
lost
their
horse
?
”
“
I
—
killed
him
!
”
she
answered
,
her
eyes
filling
with
tears
as
she
gave
particulars
of
Prince
’
s
death
.
“
And
I
don
’
t
know
what
to
do
for
father
on
account
of
it
!
”
“
I
must
think
if
I
cannot
do
something
.
My
mother
must
find
a
berth
for
you
.
But
,
Tess
,
no
nonsense
about
‘
d
’
Urberville
’
;
—
‘
Durbeyfield
’
only
,
you
know
—
quite
another
name
.
”
“
I
wish
for
no
better
,
sir
,
”
said
she
with
something
of
dignity
.
