miles of pedestrian descent from that mountain-town into the vale to
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.
When she entered the house she perceived in a moment from her
mother's triumphant manner that something had occurred in the
interim.
'Oh yes; I know all about it! I told 'ee it would be all right, and
now 'tis proved!'
'Since I've been away? What has?' said Tess rather wearily.
Her mother surveyed the girl up and down with arch approval, and went
on banteringly: 'So you've brought 'em round!'
'How do you know, mother?'
'I've had a letter.'
Tess then remembered that there would have been time for this.
'They say--Mrs d'Urberville says--that she wants you to look after a
little fowl-farm which is her hobby. But this is only her artful way
of getting 'ee there without raising your hopes. She's going to own
'ee as kin--that's the meaning o't.'
'But I didn't see her.'
'You zid somebody, I suppose?'
'I saw her son.'
'And did he own 'ee?'
'Well--he called me Coz.'
'An' I knew it! Jacky--he called her Coz!' cried Joan to her
husband. 'Well, he spoke to his mother, of course, and she do want
'ee there.'
'But I don't know that I am apt at tending fowls,' said the dubious
Tess.
'Then I don't know who is apt. You've be'n born in the business, and
brought up in it. They that be born in a business always know more
about it than any 'prentice. Besides, that's only just a show of
something for you to do, that you midn't feel beholden.'
'I don't altogether think I ought to go,' said Tess thoughtfully.
'Who wrote the letter? Will you let me look at it?'
'Mrs d'Urberville wrote it. Here it is.'
The letter was in the third person, and briefly informed Mrs
Durbeyfield that her daughter's services would be useful to that lady
in the management of her poultry-farm, that a comfortable room would
be provided for her if she could come, and that the wages would be on
a liberal scale if they liked her.
'Oh--that's all!' said Tess.
'You couldn't expect her to throw her arms round 'ee, an' to kiss and
to coll 'ee all at once.'
Tess looked out of the window.
'I would rather stay here with father and you,' she said.
'But why?'
'I'd rather not tell you why, mother; indeed, I don't quite know
