"What, isn't your cousin going to do the handsome thing?"
"He's not my cousin, and he's not going to marry me."
Her mother eyed her narrowly.
"Come, you have not told me all," she said.
Then Tess went up to her mother, put her face upon Joan's neck, and told.
"And yet th'st not got him to marry 'ee!" reiterated her mother.
"Any woman would have done it but you, after that!"
"Perhaps any woman would except me."
"It would have been something like a story to come back with, if you had!" continued Mrs Durbeyfield, ready to burst into tears of vexation.
"After all the talk about you and him which has reached us here, who would have expected it to end like this!
Why didn't ye think of doing some good for your family instead o' thinking only of yourself?
See how I've got to teave and slave, and your poor weak father with his heart clogged like a dripping-pan.
I did hope for something to come out o' this!
To see what a pretty pair you and he made that day when you drove away together four months ago!
See what he has given us-all, as we thought, because we were his kin.
But if he's not, it must have been done because of his love for 'ee.
And yet you've not got him to marry!"
Get Alec d'Urberville in the mind to marry her!
He marry HER!
On matrimony he had never once said a word.
And what if he had?
How a convulsive snatching at social salvation might have impelled her to answer him she could not say.
But her poor foolish mother little knew her present feeling towards this man.
Perhaps it was unusual in the circumstances, unlucky, unaccountable; but there it was; and this, as she had said, was what made her detest herself.
She had never wholly cared for him; she did not at all care for him now.
She had dreaded him, winced before him, succumbed to adroit advantages he took of her helplessness; then, temporarily blinded by his ardent manners, had been stirred to confused surrender awhile: had suddenly despised and disliked him, and had run away.
That was all.
Hate him she did not quite; but he was dust and ashes to her, and even for her name's sake she scarcely wished to marry him.
"You ought to have been more careful if you didn't mean to get him to make you his wife!"
"O mother, my mother!" cried the agonized girl, turning passionately upon her parent as if her poor heart would break.
"How could I be expected to know?
I was a child when I left this house four months ago.
Why didn't you tell me there was danger in men-folk?
Why didn't you warn me?
Ladies know what to fend hands against, because they read novels that tell them of these tricks; but I never had the chance o' learning in that way, and you did not help me!"
Her mother was subdued.
"I thought if I spoke of his fond feelings and what they might lead to, you would be hontish wi' him and lose your chance," she murmured, wiping her eyes with her apron.
"Well, we must make the best of it, I suppose. 'Tis nater, after all, and what do please God!"
XIII
The event of Tess Durbeyfield's return from the manor of her bogus kinsfolk was rumoured abroad, if rumour be not too large a word for a space of a square mile.
In the afternoon several young girls of Marlott, former schoolfellows and acquaintances of Tess, called to see her, arriving dressed in their best starched and ironed, as became visitors to a person who had made a transcendent conquest (as they supposed), and sat round the room looking at her with great curiosity.
For the fact that it was this said thirty-first cousin, Mr d'Urberville, who had fallen in love with her, a gentleman not altogether local, whose reputation as a reckless gallant and heartbreaker was beginning to spread beyond the immediate boundaries of Trantridge, lent Tess's supposed position, by its fearsomeness, a far higher fascination that it would have exercised if unhazardous.
Their interest was so deep that the younger ones whispered when her back was turned-"How pretty she is; and how that best frock do set her off!
I believe it cost an immense deal, and that it was a gift from him."
Tess, who was reaching up to get the tea-things from the corner-cupboard, did not hear these commentaries. If she had heard them, she might soon have set her friends right on the matter.
But her mother heard, and Joan's simple vanity, having been denied the hope of a dashing marriage, fed itself as well as it could upon the sensation of a dashing flirtation.
Upon the whole she felt gratified, even though such a limited and evanescent triumph should involve her daughter's reputation; it might end in marriage yet, and in the warmth of her responsiveness to their admiration she invited her visitors to stay to tea.
Their chatter, their laughter, their good-humoured innuendoes, above all, their flashes and flickerings of envy, revived Tess's spirits also; and, as the evening wore on, she caught the infection of their excitement, and grew almost gay.
The marble hardness left her face, she moved with something of her old bounding step, and flushed in all her young beauty.
At moments, in spite of thought, she would reply to their inquiries with a manner of superiority, as if recognizing that her experiences in the field of courtship had, indeed, been slightly enviable.