"Because you've knocked it out of me; so the evil be upon your sweet head!
Your husband little thought how his teaching would recoil upon him!
Ha-ha-I'm awfully glad you have made an apostate of me all the same!
Tess, I am more taken with you than ever, and I pity you too.
For all your closeness, I see you are in a bad way-neglected by one who ought to cherish you."
She could not get her morsels of food down her throat; her lips were dry, and she was ready to choke.
The voices and laughs of the workfolk eating and drinking under the rick came to her as if they were a quarter of a mile off.
"It is cruelty to me!" she said.
"How-how can you treat me to this talk, if you care ever so little for me?"
"True, true," he said, wincing a little.
"I did not come to reproach you for my deeds.
I came Tess, to say that I don't like you to be working like this, and I have come on purpose for you.
You say you have a husband who is not I.
Well, perhaps you have; but I've never seen him, and you've not told me his name; and altogether he seems rather a mythological personage.
However, even if you have one, I think I am nearer to you than he is.
I, at any rate, try to help you out of trouble, but he does not, bless his invisible face!
The words of the stern prophet Hosea that I used to read come back to me.
Don't you know them, Tess?-'And she shall follow after her lover, but she shall not overtake him; and she shall seek him, but shall not find him; then shall she say, I will go and return to my first husband; for then was it better with me than now!'...
Tess, my trap is waiting just under the hill, and-darling mine, not his!-you know the rest."
Her face had been rising to a dull crimson fire while he spoke; but she did not answer.
"You have been the cause of my backsliding," he continued, stretching his arm towards her waist; "you should be willing to share it, and leave that mule you call husband for ever."
One of her leather gloves, which she had taken off to eat her skimmer-cake, lay in her lap, and without the slightest warning she passionately swung the glove by the gauntlet directly in his face.
It was heavy and thick as a warrior's, and it struck him flat on the mouth.
Fancy might have regarded the act as the recrudescence of a trick in which her armed progenitors were not unpractised.
Alec fiercely started up from his reclining position.
A scarlet oozing appeared where her blow had alighted, and in a moment the blood began dropping from his mouth upon the straw.
But he soon controlled himself, calmly drew his handkerchief from his pocket, and mopped his bleeding lips.
She too had sprung up, but she sank down again.
"Now, punish me!" she said, turning up her eyes to him with the hopeless defiance of the sparrow's gaze before its captor twists its neck.
"Whip me, crush me; you need not mind those people under the rick!
I shall not cry out.
Once victim, always victim-that's the law!"
"O no, no, Tess," he said blandly.
"I can make full allowance for this.
Yet you most unjustly forget one thing, that I would have married you if you had not put it out of my power to do so.
Did I not ask you flatly to be my wife-hey?
Answer me."
"You did."
"And you cannot be.
But remember one thing!"
His voice hardened as his temper got the better of him with the recollection of his sincerity in asking her and her present ingratitude, and he stepped across to her side and held her by the shoulders, so that she shook under his grasp.
"Remember, my lady, I was your master once!
I will be your master again.
If you are any man's wife you are mine!"
The threshers now began to stir below.
"So much for our quarrel," he said, letting her go.
"Now I shall leave you, and shall come again for your answer during the afternoon.
You don't know me yet!
But I know you."
She had not spoken again, remaining as if stunned.