sitting-space for several persons gathered round three of its sides;
a couple more men had elevated themselves on a chest of drawers;
another rested on the oak-carved 'cwoffer'; two on the wash-stand;
another on the stool; and thus all were, somehow, seated at their
ease. The stage of mental comfort to which they had arrived at this
hour was one wherein their souls expanded beyond their skins, and
spread their personalities warmly through the room. In this process
the chamber and its furniture grew more and more dignified and
luxurious; the shawl hanging at the window took upon itself the
richness of tapestry; the brass handles of the chest of drawers were
as golden knockers; and the carved bedposts seemed to have some
kinship with the magnificent pillars of Solomon's temple.
Mrs Durbeyfield, having quickly walked hitherward after parting from
Tess, opened the front door, crossed the downstairs room, which was
in deep gloom, and then unfastened the stair-door like one whose
fingers knew the tricks of the latches well. Her ascent of the
crooked staircase was a slower process, and her face, as it rose into
the light above the last stair, encountered the gaze of all the party
assembled in the bedroom.
'--Being a few private friends I've asked in to keep up club-walking
at my own expense,' the landlady exclaimed at the sound of footsteps,
as glibly as a child repeating the Catechism, while she peered over
the stairs. 'Oh, 'tis you, Mrs Durbeyfield--Lard--how you frightened
me!--I thought it might be some gaffer sent by Gover'ment.'
Mrs Durbeyfield was welcomed with glances and nods by the remainder
of the conclave, and turned to where her husband sat. He was humming
absently to himself, in a low tone: 'I be as good as some folks here
and there! I've got a great family vault at Kingsbere-sub-Greenhill,
and finer skillentons than any man in Wessex!'
'I've something to tell 'ee that's come into my head about that--a
grand projick!' whispered his cheerful wife. 'Here, John, don't 'ee
see me?' She nudged him, while he, looking through her as through a
window-pane, went on with his recitative.
'Hush! Don't 'ee sing so loud, my good man,' said the landlady; 'in
case any member of the Gover'ment should be passing, and take away my
licends.'
'He's told 'ee what's happened to us, I suppose?' asked Mrs
Durbeyfield.
'Yes--in a way. D'ye think there's any money hanging by it?'
'Ah, that's the secret,' said Joan Durbeyfield sagely. 'However,
'tis well to be kin to a coach, even if you don't ride in 'en.' She
dropped her public voice, and continued in a low tone to her husband:
'I've been thinking since you brought the news that there's a great
rich lady out by Trantridge, on the edge o' The Chase, of the name of
d'Urberville.'
'Hey--what's that?' said Sir John.
She repeated the information. 'That lady must be our relation,' she
said. 'And my projick is to send Tess to claim kin.'
'There IS a lady of the name, now you mention it,' said Durbeyfield.
