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“
He
!
Pooh
!
”
The
old
lady
’
s
face
creased
into
furrows
of
repugnance
,
and
she
made
no
further
reply
.
Thus
the
reception
of
Tess
by
her
fancied
kinswoman
terminated
,
and
the
birds
were
taken
back
to
their
quarters
.
The
girl
’
s
surprise
at
Mrs
d
’
Urberville
’
s
manner
was
not
great
;
for
since
seeing
the
size
of
the
house
she
had
expected
no
more
.
But
she
was
far
from
being
aware
that
the
old
lady
had
never
heard
a
word
of
the
so
-
called
kinship
.
She
gathered
that
no
great
affection
flowed
between
the
blind
woman
and
her
son
.
But
in
that
,
too
,
she
was
mistaken
.
Mrs
d
’
Urberville
was
not
the
first
mother
compelled
to
love
her
offspring
resentfully
,
and
to
be
bitterly
fond
.
In
spite
of
the
unpleasant
initiation
of
the
day
before
,
Tess
inclined
to
the
freedom
and
novelty
of
her
new
position
in
the
morning
when
the
sun
shone
,
now
that
she
was
once
installed
there
;
and
she
was
curious
to
test
her
powers
in
the
unexpected
direction
asked
of
her
,
so
as
to
ascertain
her
chance
of
retaining
her
post
.
As
soon
as
she
was
alone
within
the
walled
garden
she
sat
herself
down
on
a
coop
,
and
seriously
screwed
up
her
mouth
for
the
long
-
neglected
practice
.
She
found
her
former
ability
to
have
generated
to
the
production
of
a
hollow
rush
of
wind
through
the
lips
,
and
no
clear
note
at
all
.
She
remained
fruitlessly
blowing
and
blowing
,
wondering
how
she
could
have
so
grown
out
of
the
art
which
had
come
by
nature
,
till
she
became
aware
of
a
movement
among
the
ivy
-
boughs
which
cloaked
the
garden
-
wall
no
less
then
the
cottage
.
Looking
that
way
she
beheld
a
form
springing
from
the
coping
to
the
plot
.
It
was
Alec
d
’
Urberville
,
whom
she
had
not
set
eyes
on
since
he
had
conducted
her
the
day
before
to
the
door
of
the
gardener
’
s
cottage
where
she
had
lodgings
.
“
Upon
my
honour
!
”
cried
he
,
“
there
was
never
before
such
a
beautiful
thing
in
Nature
or
Art
as
you
look
,
‘
Cousin
’
Tess
(
‘
Cousin
’
had
a
faint
ring
of
mockery
)
.
I
have
been
watching
you
from
over
the
wall
—
sitting
like
IM
-
patience
on
a
monument
,
and
pouting
up
that
pretty
red
mouth
to
whistling
shape
,
and
whooing
and
whooing
,
and
privately
swearing
,
and
never
being
able
to
produce
a
note
.
Why
,
you
are
quite
cross
because
you
can
’
t
do
it
.
”
“
I
may
be
cross
,
but
I
didn
’
t
swear
.
”
“
Ah
!
I
understand
why
you
are
trying
—
those
bullies
!
My
mother
wants
you
to
carry
on
their
musical
education
.
How
selfish
of
her
!
As
if
attending
to
these
curst
cocks
and
hens
here
were
not
enough
work
for
any
girl
.
I
would
flatly
refuse
,
if
I
were
you
.
”
“
But
she
wants
me
particularly
to
do
it
,
and
to
be
ready
by
tomorrow
morning
.
”
