he burst out, `what am I, to be repulsed so by a mere chit like you? For near three mortal months have you trifled with my feelings, eluded me, and snubbed me; and I won't stand it!'
`I'll leave you to-morrow, sir.'
`No, you will not leave me to-morrow! Will you, I ask once more, show your belief in me by letting me clasp you with my arm? Come, between us two and nobody else, now.We know each other well; and you know that Ilove you, and think you the prettiest girl in the world, which you are.
Mayn't I treat you as a lover?'
She drew a quick pettish breath of objection, writhing uneasily on her seat, looked far ahead, and murmured, `I don't know - I wish - how can I say yes or no when--'
He settled the matter by clasping his arm round her as he desired, and Tess expressed no further negative.Thus they sidled slowly onward till it struck her they had been advancing for an unconscionable time - far longer than was usually occupied by the short journey from Chaseborough, even at this walking pace, and that they were no longer on hard road, but in a mere trackway.
`Why, where be we?' she exclaimed.
`Passing by a wood.'
`A wood - what wood? Surely we are quite out of the road?'
`A bit of The Chase - the oldest wood in England.It is a lovely night, and why should we not prolong our ride a little?'
`How could you be so treacherous!' said Tess, between archness and real dismay, and getting rid of his arm by pulling open his fingers one by one, though at the risk of slipping off herself.`Just when I've been putting such trust in you, and obliging you to please you, because I thought Ihad wronged you by that push! Please set me down, and let me walk home.'
`You cannot walk home, darling, even if the air were clear.We are miles away from Trantridge, if I must tell you, and in this growing fog you might wander for hours among these trees.'
`Never mind that,' she coaxed.`Put me down, I beg you.I don't mind where it is; only let me get down, sir, please!'
`Very well, then, I will - on one condition.Having brought you here to this out-of-the-way place, I feel myself responsible for your safe-conduct home, whatever you may yourself feel about it.As to your getting to Trantridge without assistance, it is quite impossible; for, to tell the truth, dear, owing to this fog, which so disguises everything, I don't quite know where we are myself.Now, if you will promise to wait beside the horse while I walk through the bushes till I come to some road or house, and ascertain exactly our whereabouts, I'll deposit you here willingly.When I come back I'll give you full directions, and if you insist upon walking you may;or you may ride - at your pleasure.'
She accepted these terms, and slid off on the near side, though not till he had stolen a cursory kiss.He sprang down on the other side.
`I suppose I must hold the horse?' said she.
`Oh no; it's not necessary,' replied Alec, patting the panting creature.
`He's had enough of it for to-night.'
He turned the horse's head into the bushes, hitched him on to a bough, and made a sort of couch or nest for her in the deep mass of dead leaves.
`Now, you sit there,' he said.`The leaves have not got damp as yet.
Just give an eye to the horse - it will be quite sufficient.'
He took a few steps away from her, but, returning, said, `By the bye, Tess, your father has a new cob to-day.Somebody gave it to him.'
`Somebody? You!'
D'Urberville nodded.
`O how very good of you that is!' she exclaimed, with a painful sense of the awkwardness of having to thank him just then.
`And the children have some toys.'
`I didn't know - you ever sent them anything!' she murmured, much moved.
`I almost wish you had not - yes, I almost wish it!'
`Why, dear?'
`It - hampers me so.'
`Tessy - don't you love me ever so little now?'
`I'm grateful,' she reluctantly admitted.`But I fear I do not--' The sudden vision of his passion for herself as a factor in this result so distressed her that, beginning with one slow tear, and then following with another, she wept outright.
`Don't cry, dear, dear one! Now sit down here, and wait till I come.'
She passively sat down amid the leaves he had heaped, and shivered slightly.
`Are you cold?' he asked.
`Not very - a little.'
He touched her with his fingers, which sank into her as into down.`You have only that puffy muslin dress on - how's that?'
`It's my best summer one.'Twas very warm when I started, and I didn't know I was going to ride, and that it would be night.'
`Nights grow chilly in September.Let me see.' He pulled off a light overcoat that he had worn, and put it round her tenderly.`That's it -now you'll feel warmer,' he continued.`Now, my pretty, rest there; I shall soon be back again.'
Having buttoned the overcoat round her shoulders he plunged into the webs of vapour which by this time formed veils between the trees.She could hear the rustling of the branches as he ascended the adjoining slope, till his movements were no louder than the hopping of a bird, and finally died away.With the setting of the moon the pale light lessened, and Tess became invisible as she fell into reverie upon the leaves where he had left her.
