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For
a
moment
—
only
for
a
moment
—
when
they
were
in
the
turning
of
the
drive
,
between
the
tall
rhododendrons
and
conifers
,
before
the
lodge
became
visible
,
he
inclined
his
face
towards
her
as
if
—
but
,
no
:
he
thought
better
of
it
,
and
let
her
go
.
Thus
the
thing
began
.
Had
she
perceived
this
meeting
’
s
import
she
might
have
asked
why
she
was
doomed
to
be
seen
and
coveted
that
day
by
the
wrong
man
,
and
not
by
some
other
man
,
the
right
and
desired
one
in
all
respects
—
as
nearly
as
humanity
can
supply
the
right
and
desired
;
yet
to
him
who
amongst
her
acquaintance
might
have
approximated
to
this
kind
,
she
was
but
a
transient
impression
,
half
forgotten
.
In
the
ill
-
judged
execution
of
the
well
-
judged
plan
of
things
the
call
seldom
produces
the
comer
,
the
man
to
love
rarely
coincides
with
the
hour
for
loving
.
Nature
does
not
often
say
“
See
!
”
to
her
poor
creature
at
a
time
when
seeing
can
lead
to
happy
doing
;
or
reply
“
Here
!
”
to
a
body
’
s
cry
of
“
Where
?
”
till
the
hide
-
and
-
seek
has
become
an
irksome
,
outworn
game
.
We
may
wonder
whether
at
the
acme
and
summit
of
the
human
progress
these
anachronisms
will
be
corrected
by
a
finer
intuition
,
a
close
interaction
of
the
social
machinery
than
that
which
now
jolts
us
round
and
along
;
but
such
completeness
is
not
to
be
prophesied
,
or
even
conceived
as
possible
.
Enough
that
in
the
present
case
,
as
in
millions
,
it
was
not
the
two
halves
of
a
perfect
whole
that
confronted
each
other
at
the
perfect
moment
;
a
missing
counterpart
wandered
independently
about
the
earth
waiting
in
crass
obtuseness
till
the
late
time
came
Out
of
which
maladroit
delay
sprang
anxieties
,
disappointments
,
shocks
,
catastrophes
,
and
passing
-
strange
destinies
.
When
d
’
Urberville
got
back
to
the
tent
he
sat
down
astride
on
a
chair
reflecting
,
with
a
pleased
gleam
in
his
face
.
Then
he
broke
into
a
loud
laugh
.
“
Well
,
I
’
m
damned
!
What
a
funny
thing
!
Ha
-
ha
-
ha
!
And
what
a
crumby
girl
!
”
Tess
went
down
the
hill
to
Trantridge
Cross
,
and
inattentively
waited
to
take
her
seat
in
the
van
returning
from
Chaseborough
to
Shaston
.
She
did
not
know
what
the
other
occupants
said
to
her
as
she
entered
,
though
she
answered
them
;
and
when
they
had
started
anew
she
rode
along
with
an
inward
and
not
an
outward
eye
.
One
among
her
fellow
-
travellers
addressed
her
more
pointedly
than
any
had
spoken
before
:
“
Why
,
you
be
quite
a
posy
!
And
such
roses
in
early
June
!
”
Then
she
became
aware
of
the
spectacle
she
presented
to
their
surprised
vision
:
roses
at
her
breasts
;
roses
in
her
hat
;
roses
and
strawberries
in
her
basket
to
the
brim
.
She
blushed
,
and
said
confusedly
that
the
flowers
had
been
given
to
her
.
When
the
passengers
were
not
looking
she
stealthily
removed
the
more
prominent
blooms
from
her
hat
and
placed
them
in
basket
,
where
she
covered
them
with
her
handkerchief
.
Then
she
fell
to
reflecting
again
,
and
in
looking
downwards
a
thorn
of
the
rose
remaining
in
her
breast
accidentally
pricked
her
chin
.
Like
all
the
cottagers
in
Blackmoor
Vale
,
Tess
was
steeped
in
fancies
and
prefigurative
superstitions
;
she
thought
this
an
ill
omen
—
the
first
she
had
noticed
that
day
.
The
van
travelled
only
so
far
as
Shaston
,
and
there
were
several
miles
of
pedestrian
descent
from
that
mountain
-
town
into
the
vale
of
Marlott
.
Her
mother
had
advised
her
to
stay
here
for
the
night
,
at
the
house
of
a
cottage
-
woman
they
knew
,
if
she
should
feel
too
tired
to
come
on
;
and
this
Tess
did
,
not
descending
to
her
home
till
the
following
afternoon
.
