Thomas Hardy >> Tess of the d'Urbervilles (page 11)

The rather too inclusive speech brought down a torrent of vituperation from other quarters upon fair Tess's unlucky head, particularly from the Queen of Diamonds, who having stood in the relations to d'Urberville that Car had also been suspected of, united with the latter against the common enemy. Several other women also chimed in, with an animus which none of them would have been so fatuous as to show but for the rollicking evening they had passed. Thereupon, finding Tess unfairly browbeaten, the husbands and lovers tried to make peace by defending her; but the result of that attempt was directly to increase the war.

Tess was indignant and ashamed. She no longer minded the loneliness of the way and the lateness of the hour; her one object was to get away from the whole crew as soon as possible. She knew well enough that the better among them would repent of their passion next day. They were all now inside the field, and she was edging back to rush off alone when a horseman emerged almost silently from the corner of the hedge that screened the road, and Alec d'Urberville looked round upon them.

''What the devil is all this row about, work-folk?'' he asked.

The explanation was not readily forthcoming; and, in truth, he did not require any. Having heard their voices while yet some way off he had ridden creepingly forward, and learnt enough to satisfy himself.

Tess was standing apart from the rest, near the gate. He bent over towards her. ''Jump up behind me,'' he whispered, ''and we'll get shot of the screaming cats in a jiffy!''

She felt almost ready to faint, so vivid was her sense of the crisis. At almost any other moment of her life she would have refused such proffered aid and company, as she had refused them several times before; and now the loneliness would not of itself have forced her to do otherwise. But coming as the invitation did at the particular juncture when fear and indignation at these adversaries could be transformed by a spring of the foot into a triumph over them, she abandoned herself to her impulse, climbed the gate, put her toe upon his instep, and scrambled into the saddle behind him. The pair were speeding away into the distant gray by the time that the contentious revellers became aware of what had happened.

The Queen of Spades forgot the stain on her bodice, and stood beside the Queen of Diamonds and the new-married, staggering young woman-all with a gaze of fixity in the direction in which the horse's tramp was diminishing into silence on the road.

''What be ye looking at?'' asked a man who had not observed the incident.

''Ho-ho-ho!'' laughed dark Car.

''Hee-hee-hee!'' laughed the tippling bride, as she steadied herself on the arm of her fond husband.

''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?''

''I am angry with you sometimes!''

''Ah, I half feared as much.'' Nevertheless, Alec did not object to that confession. He knew that anything was better then frigidity. ''Why haven't you told me when I have made you angry?''

''You know very well why. Because I cannot help myself here.''

''I haven't offended you often by love-making?''

''You have sometimes.''

''How many times?''

''You know as well as I-too many times.''

''Every time I have tried?''

She was silent, and the horse ambled along for a considerable distance, till a faint luminous fog, which had hung in the hollows all the evening, became general and enveloped them. It seemed to hold the moonlight in suspension, rendering it more pervasive than in clear air. Whether on this account, or from absent-mindedness, or from sleepiness, she did not perceive that they had long ago passed the point at which the lane to Trantridge branched from the highway, and that her conductor had not taken the Trantridge track.

She was inexpressibly weary. She had risen at five o'clock every morning of that week, had been on foot the whole of each day, and on this evening had in addition walked the three miles to Chaseborough, waited three hours for her neighbours without eating or drinking, her impatience to start them preventing either; she had then walked a mile of the way home, and had undergone the excitement of the quarrel, till, with the slow progress of their steed, it was now nearly one o'clock. Only once, however, was she overcome by actual drowsiness. In that moment of oblivion her head sank gently against him.

D'Urberville stopped the horse, withdrew his feet from the stirrups, turned sideways on the saddle, and enclosed her waist with his arm to support her.

This immediately put her on the defensive, and with one of those sudden impulses of reprisal to which she was liable she gave him a little push from her. In his ticklish position he nearly lost his balance and only just avoided rolling over into the road, the horse, though a powerful one, being fortunately the quietest he rode.

''That is devilish unkind!'' he said. ''I mean no harm-only to keep you from falling.''

She pondered suspiciously; till, thinking that this might after all be true, she relented, and said quite humbly, ''I beg your pardon, sir.''

''I won't pardon you unless you show some confidence in me. Good God!'' he burst out, ''what am I, to be repulsed so by a mere chit like you? For near three mortal months have you trifled with my feelings, eluded me, and snubbed me; and I won't stand it!''

''I"ll leave you tomorrow, sir.''

''No, you will not leave me tomorrow! Will you, I ask once more, show your belief in me by letting me clasp you with my arm? Come, between us two and nobody else, now. We know each other well; and you know that I love you, and think you the prettiest girl in the world, which you are. Mayn't I treat you as a lover?''

She drew a quick pettish breath of objection, writhing uneasily on her seat, looked far ahead, and murmured, ''I don't know-I wish-how can I say yes or no when-''

He settled the matter by clasping his arm round her as he desired, and Tess expressed no further negative. Thus they sidled slowly onward till it struck her they had been advancing for an unconscionable time-far longer than was usually occupied by the short journey from Chaseborough, even at this walking pace, and that they were no longer on hard road, but in a mere trackway.

''Why, where be we?'' she exclaimed.

''Passing by a wood.''

''A wood-what wood? Surely we are quite out of the road?''

''A bit of The Chase-the oldest wood in England. It is a lovely night, and why should we not prolong our ride a little?''

''How could you be so treacherous!'' said Tess, between archness and real dismay, and getting rid of his arm by pulling open his fingers one by one, though at the risk of slipping off herself. ''Just when I've been putting such trust in you, and obliging you to please you, because I thought I had wronged you by that push! Please set me down, and let me walk home.''

''You cannot walk home, darling, even if the air were clear. We are miles away from Trantridge, if I must tell you, and in this growing fog you might wander for hours among these trees.''

''Never mind that,'' she coaxed. ''Put me down, I beg you. I don't mind where it is; only let me get down, sir, please!''

''Very well, then, I will-on one condition. Having brought you here to this out-of-the-way place, I feel myself responsible for your safe-conduct home, whatever you may yourself feel about it. As to your getting to Trantridge without assistance, it is quite impossible; for, to tell the truth, dear, owing to this fog, which so disguises everything, I don't quite know where we are myself. Now, if you will promise to wait beside the horse while I walk through the bushes till I come to some road or house, and ascertain exactly our whereabouts, I'll deposit you here willingly. When I come back I'll give you full directions, and if you insist upon walking you may; or you may ride-at your pleasure.''

She accepted these terms, and slid off on the near side, though not till he had stolen a cursory kiss. He sprang down on the other side.

''I suppose I must hold the horse?'' said she.

''Oh no; it's not necessary,'' replied Alec, patting the panting creature. ''He's had enough of it for tonight.''

He turned the horse's head into the bushes, hitched him on to a bough, and made a sort of couch or nest for her in the deep mass of dead leaves.

''Now, you sit there,'' he said. ''The leaves have not got damp as yet. Just give an eye to the horse-it will be quite sufficient.''

He took a few steps away from her, but, returning, said, ''By the bye, Tess, your father has a new cob today. Somebody gave it to him.''

''Somebody? You!''

D'Urberville nodded.

''O how very good of you that is!'' she exclaimed, with a painful sense of the awkwardness of having to thank him just then.

''And the children have some toys.''

''I didn't know-you ever sent them anything!'' she murmured, much moved. ''I almost wish you had not-yes, I almost with it!''

''Why, dear?''

''It-hampers me so.''

''Tessy-don't you love me ever so little now?''

''I'm grateful,'' she reluctantly admitted. ''But I fear I do not-'' The sudden vision of his passion for herself as a factor in this result so distressed her that, beginning with one slow tear, and then following with another, she wept outright.

''Don't cry, dear, dear one! Now sit down here, and wait till I come.'' She passively sat down amid the leaves he had heaped, and shivered slightly. ''Are you cold?'' he asked.

''Not very-a little.''

He touched her with his fingers, which sank into her as into down. ''You have only that puffy muslin dress on-how's that?''

''It's my best summer one. 'Twas very warm when I started, and I didn't know I was going to ride, and that it would be night.''

''Nights grow chilly in September. Let me see.'' He pulled off a light overcoat that he had worn, and put it round her tenderly. ''That's it-now you'll feel warmer,'' he continued. ''Now, my pretty, rest there; I shall soon be back again.''

Having buttoned the overcoat round her shoulders he plunged into the webs of vapour which by this time formed veils between the trees. She could hear the rustling of the branches as he ascended the adjoining slope, till his movements were no louder than the hopping of a bird, and finally died away. With the setting of the moon the pale light lessened, and Tess became invisible as she fell into reverie upon the leaves where he had left her.

In the meantime Alec d'Urberville had pushed on up the slope to clear his genuine doubt as to the quarter of The Chase they were in. He had, in fact, ridden quite at random for over an hour, taking any turning that came to hand in order to prolong companionship with her, and giving far more attention to Tess's moonlit person than to any wayside object. A little rest for the jaded animal being desirable, he did not hasten his search for landmarks. A clamber over the hill into the adjoining vale brought him to the fence of a highway whose contours he recognized, which settled the question of their whereabouts. D'Urberville thereupon turned back; but by this time the moon had quite gone down, and partly on account of the fog The Chase was wrapped in thick darkness, although morning was not far off. He was obliged to advance with outstretched hands to avoid contact with the boughs, and discovered that to hit the exact spot from which he had started was at first entirely beyond him. Roaming up and down, round and round, he at length heard a slight movement of the horse close at hand; and the sleeve of his overcoat unexpectedly caught his foot.

Title: Tess of the d'Urbervilles
Author: Thomas Hardy
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