Ah, this is Strut! But he is hardly so lively today, is he? He is alarmed at being handled by a stranger, I suppose.And Phena too - yes, they are a little frightened - aren't you, dears? But they will soon get used to you.'
While the old lady had been speaking Tess and the other maid, in obedience to her gestures, had placed the fowls severally in her lap, and she had felt them over from head to tail, examining their beaks, their combs, the manes of the cocks, their wings, and their claws.Her touch enabled her to recognize them in a moment, and to discover if a single feather were crippled or dragged.She handled their crops, and knew what they had eaten, and if too little or too much; her face enacting a vivid pantomime of the criticisms passing in her mind.
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It reminded Tess of a Confirmation, in which Mrs d'Urberville was the bishop, the fowls the young people presented, and herself and the maidservant the parson and curate of the parish bringing them up.At the end of the ceremony Mrs d'Urberville abruptly asked Tess, wrinkling and twitching her face into undulations, `Can you whistle?'
`Whistle, Ma'am?'
`Yes, whistle tunes.'
Tess could whistle like most other country girls, though the accomplishment was one which she did not care to profess in genteel company.However, she blandly admitted that such was the fact.
`Then you will have to practise it every day.I had a lad who did it very well, but he has left.I want you to whistle to my bullfinches; as I cannot see them I like to hear them, and we teach `em airs that way.
Tell her where the cages are, Elizabeth.You must begin tomorrow, or they will go back in their piping.They have been neglected these several days.'
`Mr d'Urberville whistled to 'em this morning, ma'am,' said Elizabeth.
`He! Pooh!'
The old lady's face creased into furrows of repugnance, and she made no further reply.
Thus the reception of Tess by her fancied kinswoman terminated, and the birds were taken back to their quarters.The girl's surprise at Mrs d'Urberville's manner was not great; for since seeing the size of the house she had expected no more.But she was far from being aware that the old lady had never heard a word of the so-called kinship.She gathered that no great affection flowed between the blind woman and her son.But in that, too, she was mistaken.Mrs d'Urberville was not the first mother compelled to love her offspring resentfully, and to be bitterly fond.
In spite of the unpleasant initiation of the day before, Tess inclined to the freedom and novelty of her new position in the morning when the sun shone, now that she was once installed there; and she was curious to test her powers in the unexpected direction asked of her, so as to ascertain her chance of retaining her post.As soon as she was alone within the walled garden she sat herself down on a coop, and seriously screwed up her mouth for the long neglected practice.She found her former ability to have degenerated to the production of a hollow rush of wind through the lips, and no clear note at all.
She remained fruitlessly blowing and blowing, wondering how she could have so grown out of the art which had come by nature, till she became aware of a movement among the ivy-boughs which cloaked the garden-wall no less than the cottage.Looking that way she beheld a form springing from the coping to the plot.It was Alec d'Urberville, whom she had not set eves on since he had conducted her the day before to the door of the gardener's cottage where she had lodgings.
`Upon my honour!' cried he, `there was never before such a beautiful thing in Nature or Art as you look, "Cousin" Tess ["Cousin" had a faint ring of mockery].I have been watching you from over the wall sitting -like Im -patience on a monument, and pouting up that pretty red mouth to whistling shape, and `whoaing and whoaing, and privately swearing, and never being able to produce a note.Why, you are quite cross because you can't do it.'
`I may be cross, but I didn't swear.'
`Ah! I understand why you are trying - those bullies! My mother wants you to carry on their musical education.How selfish of her! As if attending to these curst cocks and hens here were not enough work for any girl.Iwould flatly refuse, if I were you.'
`But she wants me particularly to do it, and to be ready by to-morrow morning.'
`Does she? Well then - I'll give you a lesson or two.'
`Oh no, you won't!' said Tess, withdrawing towards the door.
`Nonsense; I don't want to touch you.See - I'll stand on this side of the wire netting, and you can keep on the other; so you may feel quite safe.Now, look here; you screw up your lips too harshly.There 'tis -so.'
He suited the action to the word, and whistled a line of `Take, O take those lips away'.But the allusion was lost upon Tess.
`Now try,' said d'Urberville.
She attempted to look reserved; her face put on a sculptural severity.
But he persisted in his demand, and at last, to get rid of him, she did put up her lips as directed for producing a clear note; laughing distressfully, however, and then blushing with vexation that she had laughed.
He encouraged her with `Try again!'
Tess was quite serious, painfully serious by this time; and she tried - ultimately and unexpectedly emitting a real round sound.The momentary pleasure of success got the better of her; her eyes enlarged, and she involuntarily smiled in his face.
`That's it! Now I have started you - you'll go on beautifully.There - I said I would not come near you; and, in spite of such temptation as never before fell to mortal man, I'll keep my word...Tess, do you think my mother a queer old soul?'
`I don't know much of her yet, sir.'
`You'll find her so; she must be, to make you learn to whistle to her bullfinches.I am rather out of her books just now, but you will be quite in favour if you treat her live-stock well.Good morning.If you meet with any difficulties and want help here, don't go to the bailiff, come to me.'
