He was afraid they would not.His original plan had been, as he had said, to refrain from bringing her there for some little while not to wound their prejudices - feelings - in any way; and for other reasons he had adhered to it.He would have to visit home in the course of a year, if he went out at once; and it would be possible for them to see her before he started a second time with her.
A hastily prepared supper was brought in, and Clare made further exposition of his plans.His mother's disappointment at not seeing the bride still remained with her.Clare's late enthusiasm for Tess had infected her through her maternal sympathies, till she had almost fancied that a good thing could come out of Nazareth - a charming woman out of Talbothays Dairy.
She watched her son as he ate.
`Cannot you describe her? I am sure she is very pretty, Angel.'
`Of that there can be no question!' he said, with a zest which covered its bitterness.
`And that she is pure and virtuous goes without question?'
`Pure and virtuous, of course, she is.'
`I can see her quite distinctly.You said the other day that she was fine in figure; roundly built; had deep red lips like Cupid's bow; dark eyelashes and brows, an immense rope of hair like a ship's cable; and large eyes violety-bluey-blackish.'
`I did, mother.'
`I quite see her.And living in such seclusion she naturally had scarce ever seen any young man from the world without till she saw you.
`Scarcely.'
`You were her first love?'
`Of course.'
`There are worse wives than these simple, rosy-mouthed, robust girls of the farm.Certainly I could have wished - well, since my son is to be an agriculturist, it is perhaps but proper that his wife should have been accustomed to an outdoor life.'
His father was less inquisitive; but when the time came for the chapter from the Bible which was always read before evening prayers, the Vicar observed to Mrs Clare--`I think, since Angel has come, that it will be more appropriate to read the thirty-first of Proverbs than the chapter which we should have had in the usual course of our reading?'
`Yes, certainly,' said Mrs Clare.`The words of King Lemuel' (she could cite chapter and verse as well as her husband).'My dear son, your father has decided to read us the chapter in Proverbs in praise of a virtuous wife.We shall not need to be reminded to apply the words to the absent one.May Heaven shield her in all her ways!'
A lump rose in Clare's throat.The portable lectern was taken out from the corner and set in the middle of the fireplace, the two old servants came in, and Angel's father began to read at the tenth verse of the aforesaid chapter--"`Who can find a virtuous woman? for her price is far above rubies.
She riseth while it is yet night, and giveth meat to her household.She girdeth her loins with strength and strengtheneth her arms.She perceiveth that her merchandise is good; her candle goeth not out by night.She looketh well to the ways of her household, and eateth not the bread of idleness.
Her children arise up and call her blessed; her husband also, and he praiseth her.Many daughters have done virtuously, but thou excellest them all."'
When prayers were over, his mother said--`I could not help thinking how very aptly that chapter your dear father read applied, in some of its particulars, to the woman you have chosen.
The perfect woman, you see, was a working woman; not an idler; not a fine lady; but one who used her hands and her head and her heart for the good of others."Her children arise up and call her blessed; her husband also, and he praiseth her.Many daughters have done virtuously, but she excelleth them all." Well, I wish I could have seen her, Angel.Since she is pure and chaste she would have been refined enough for me.'
Clare could bear this no longer.His eyes were full of tears, which seemed like drops of molten lead.He bade a quick goodnight to these sincere and simple souls whom he loved so well; who knew neither the world, the flesh, nor the devil in their own hearts; only as something vague and external to themselves.He went to his own chamber.
His mother followed him, and tapped at his door.Clare opened it to discover her standing without, with anxious eyes.
`Angel,' she asked, `is there something wrong that you go away so soon?
I am quite sure you are not yourself.'
`I am not, quite, mother,' said he.
`About her? Now, my son, I know it is that - I know it is about her!
Have you quarrelled in these three weeks?'
`We have not exactly quarrelled,' he said.`But we have had a difference------'
`Angel - is she a young woman whose history will bear investigation?'
With a mother's instinct Mrs Clare had put her finger on the kind of trouble that would cause such a disquiet as seemed to agitate her son.
`She is spotless!' he replied; and felt that if it had sent him to eternal hell there and then he would have told that lie.
`Then never mind the rest.After all, there are few purer things in nature than an unsullied country maid.Any crudeness of which may offend your more educated sense at first, will, I am sure, disappear under the influence of your companionship and tuition.'
Such terrible sarcasm of blind magnanimity brought home to Clare the secondary perception that he had utterly wrecked his career by this marriage, which had not been among his early thoughts after the disclosure.True, on his own account he cared very little about his career; but he had wished to make it at least a respectable one on account of his parents and brothers.
And now as he looked into the candle its flame dumbly expressed to him that it was made to shine on sensible people, and that it abhorred lighting the face of a dupe and a failure.
