Marian and Izz would have done likewise, but on hearing that Tess meant to stay, to make up by longer hours for her lack of skill, they would not leave her.
Looking out at the snow, which still fell, Marian exclaimed,
"Now, we've got it all to ourselves."
And so at last the conversation turned to their old experiences at the dairy; and, of course, the incidents of their affection for Angel Clare.
"Izz and Marian," said Mrs Angel Clare, with a dignity which was extremely touching, seeing how very little of a wife she was: "I can't join in talk with you now, as I used to do, about Mr Clare; you will see that I cannot; because, although he is gone away from me for the present, he is my husband."
Izz was by nature the sauciest and most caustic of all the four girls who had loved Clare.
"He was a very splendid lover, no doubt," she said; "but I don't think he is a too fond husband to go away from you so soon."
"He had to go-he was obliged to go, to see about the land over there!" pleaded Tess.
"He might have tided 'ee over the winter."
"Ah-that's owing to an accident-a misunderstanding; and we won't argue it," Tess answered, with tearfulness in her words.
"Perhaps there's a good deal to be said for him!
He did not go away, like some husbands, without telling me; and I can always find out where he is."
After this they continued for some long time in a reverie, as they went on seizing the ears of corn, drawing out the straw, gathering it under their arms, and cutting off the ears with their bill-hooks, nothing sounding in the barn but the swish of the straw and the crunch of the hook.
Then Tess suddenly flagged, and sank down upon the heap of wheat-ears at her feet.
"I knew you wouldn't be able to stand it!" cried Marian.
"It wants harder flesh than yours for this work."
Just then the farmer entered.
"Oh, that's how you get on when I am away," he said to her.
"But it is my own loss," she pleaded. "Not yours."
"I want it finished," he said doggedly, as he crossed the barn and went out at the other door.
"Don't 'ee mind him, there's a dear," said Marian.
"I've worked here before.
Now you go and lie down there, and Izz and I will make up your number."
"I don't like to let you do that.
I'm taller than you, too."
However, she was so overcome that she consented to lie down awhile, and reclined on a heap of pull-tails-the refuse after the straight straw had been drawn-thrown up at the further side of the barn.
Her succumbing had been as largely owning to agitation at the re-opening the subject of her separation from her husband as to the hard work.
She lay in a state of percipience without volition, and the rustle of the straw and the cutting of the ears by the others had the weight of bodily touches.
She could hear from her corner, in addition to these noises, the murmur of their voices.
She felt certain that they were continuing the subject already broached, but their voices were so low that she could not catch the words.
At last Tess grew more and more anxious to know what they were saying, and, persuading herself that she felt better, she got up and resumed work.
Then Izz Huett broke down.
She had walked more than a dozen miles the previous evening, had gone to bed at midnight, and had risen again at five o'clock.
Marian alone, thanks to her bottle of liquor and her stoutness of build, stood the strain upon back and arms without suffering.
Tess urged Izz to leave off, agreeing, as she felt better, to finish the day without her, and make equal division of the number of sheaves.
Izz accepted the offer gratefully, and disappeared through the great door into the snowy track to her lodging.
Marian, as was the case every afternoon at this time on account of the bottle, began to feel in a romantic vein.
"I should not have thought it of him-never!" she said in a dreamy tone.
"And I loved him so!
I didn't mind his having YOU.
But this about Izz is too bad!"
Tess, in her start at the words, narrowly missed cutting off a finger with the bill-hook.
"Is it about my husband?" she stammered.
"Well, yes.
Izz said,
'Don't 'ee tell her'; but I am sure I can't help it!
It was what he wanted Izz to do.
He wanted her to go off to Brazil with him."
Tess's face faded as white as the scene without, and its curves straightened.
"And did Izz refuse to go?" she asked.