back door, coming in sight of which she perceived Mrs Durbeyfield on
the doorstep in the act of wringing a sheet. Having performed this
without observing Tess, she went indoors, and her daughter followed
her.
The washing-tub stood in the same old place on the same old
quarter-hogshead, and her mother, having thrown the sheet aside, was
about to plunge her arms in anew.
'Why--Tess!--my chil'--I thought you was married!--married really and
truly this time--we sent the cider--'
'Yes, mother; so I am.'
'Going to be?'
'No--I am married.'
'Married! Then where's thy husband?'
'Oh, he's gone away for a time.'
'Gone away! When was you married, then? The day you said?'
'Yes, Tuesday, mother.'
'And now 'tis on'y Saturday, and he gone away?'
'Yes, he's gone.'
'What's the meaning o' that? 'Nation seize such husbands as you seem
to get, say I!'
'Mother!' Tess went across to Joan Durbeyfield, laid her face upon
the matron's bosom, and burst into sobs. 'I don't know how to tell
'ee, mother! You said to me, and wrote to me, that I was not to tell
him. But I did tell him--I couldn't help it--and he went away!'
'O you little fool--you little fool!' burst out Mrs Durbeyfield,
splashing Tess and herself in her agitation. 'My good God! that ever
I should ha' lived to say it, but I say it again, you little fool!'
Tess was convulsed with weeping, the tension of so many days having
relaxed at last.
'I know it--I know--I know!' she gasped through her sobs. 'But,
O my mother, I could not help it! He was so good--and I felt
the wickedness of trying to blind him as to what had happened!
If--if--it were to be done again--I should do the same. I could
not--I dared not--so sin--against him!'
'But you sinned enough to marry him first!'
'Yes, yes; that's where my misery do lie! But I thought he could get
rid o' me by law if he were determined not to overlook it. And O, if
you knew--if you could only half know how I loved him--how anxious I
was to have him--and how wrung I was between caring so much for him
and my wish to be fair to him!'
Tess was so shaken that she could get no further, and sank, a
helpless thing, into a chair.
'Well, well; what's done can't be undone! I'm sure I don't know why
children o' my bringing forth should all be bigger simpletons than
other people's--not to know better than to blab such a thing as
that, when he couldn't ha' found it out till too late!' Here Mrs
Durbeyfield began shedding tears on her own account as a mother to
be pitied. 'What your father will say I don't know,' she continued;
'for he's been talking about the wedding up at Rolliver's and The
Pure Drop every day since, and about his family getting back to their
