why.'
A week afterwards she came in one evening from an unavailing search
for some light occupation in the immediate neighbourhood. Her idea
had been to get together sufficient money during the summer to
purchase another horse. Hardly had she crossed the threshold before
one of the children danced across the room, saying, 'The gentleman's
been here!'
Her mother hastened to explain, smiles breaking from every inch of
her person. Mrs d'Urberville's son had called on horseback, having
been riding by chance in the direction of Marlott. He had wished
to know, finally, in the name of his mother, if Tess could really
come to manage the old lady's fowl-farm or not; the lad who had
hitherto superintended the birds having proved untrustworthy. 'Mr
d'Urberville says you must be a good girl if you are at all as you
appear; he knows you must be worth your weight in gold. He is very
much interested in 'ee--truth to tell.'
Tess seemed for the moment really pleased to hear that she had won
such high opinion from a stranger when, in her own esteem, she had
sunk so low.
'It is very good of him to think that,' she murmured; 'and if I was
quite sure how it would be living there, I would go any-when.'
'He is a mighty handsome man!'
'I don't think so,' said Tess coldly.
'Well, there's your chance, whether or no; and I'm sure he wears a
beautiful diamond ring!'
'Yes,' said little Abraham, brightly, from the window-bench; 'and
I seed it! and it did twinkle when he put his hand up to his
mistarshers. Mother, why did our grand relation keep on putting his
hand up to his mistarshers?'
'Hark at that child!' cried Mrs Durbeyfield, with parenthetic
admiration.
'Perhaps to show his diamond ring,' murmured Sir John, dreamily, from
his chair.
'I'll think it over,' said Tess, leaving the room.
'Well, she's made a conquest o' the younger branch of us, straight
off,' continued the matron to her husband, 'and she's a fool if she
don't follow it up.'
'I don't quite like my children going away from home,' said the
haggler. 'As the head of the family, the rest ought to come to me.'
'But do let her go, Jacky,' coaxed his poor witless wife. 'He's
struck wi' her--you can see that. He called her Coz! He'll marry
her, most likely, and make a lady of her; and then she'll be what
her forefathers was.'
John Durbeyfield had more conceit than energy or health, and this
supposition was pleasant to him.
'Well, perhaps that's what young Mr d'Urberville means,' he admitted;
'and sure enough he mid have serious thoughts about improving his
blood by linking on to the old line. Tess, the little rogue! And
have she really paid 'em a visit to such an end as this?'
Meanwhile Tess was walking thoughtfully among the gooseberry-bushes
