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“
Heu
-
heu
-
heu
!
”
laughed
dark
Car
’
s
mother
,
stroking
her
moustache
as
she
explained
laconically
:
“
Out
of
the
frying
-
pan
into
the
fire
!
”
Then
these
children
of
the
open
air
,
whom
even
excess
of
alcohol
could
scarce
injure
permanently
,
betook
themselves
to
the
field
-
path
;
and
as
they
went
there
moved
onward
with
them
,
around
the
shadow
of
each
one
’
s
head
,
a
circle
of
opalized
light
,
formed
by
the
moon
’
s
rays
upon
the
glistening
sheet
of
dew
.
Each
pedestrian
could
see
no
halo
but
his
or
her
own
,
which
never
deserted
the
head
-
shadow
,
whatever
its
vulgar
unsteadiness
might
be
;
but
adhered
to
it
,
and
persistently
beautified
it
;
till
the
erratic
motions
seemed
an
inherent
part
of
the
irradiation
,
and
the
fumes
of
their
breathing
a
component
of
the
night
’
s
mist
;
and
the
spirit
of
the
scene
,
and
of
the
moonlight
,
and
of
Nature
,
seemed
harmoniously
to
mingle
with
the
spirit
of
wine
.
The
twain
cantered
along
for
some
time
without
speech
,
Tess
as
she
clung
to
him
still
panting
in
her
triumph
,
yet
in
other
respects
dubious
.
She
had
perceived
that
the
horse
was
not
the
spirited
one
he
sometimes
rose
,
and
felt
no
alarm
on
that
score
,
though
her
seat
was
precarious
enough
despite
her
tight
hold
of
him
.
She
begged
him
to
slow
the
animal
to
a
walk
which
Alec
accordingly
did
.
“
Neatly
done
,
was
it
not
,
dear
Tess
?
”
he
said
by
and
by
.
“
Yes
!
”
said
she
.
“
I
am
sure
I
ought
to
be
much
obliged
to
you
.
”
“
And
are
you
?
”
She
did
not
reply
.
“
Tess
,
why
do
you
always
dislike
my
kissing
you
?
”
“
I
suppose
—
because
I
don
’
t
love
you
.
”
“
You
are
quite
sure
?
”
