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Angel therefore refrained from declaring more particulars now.

He felt that, single-minded and self-sacrificing as his parents

were, there yet existed certain latent prejudices of theirs, as

middle-class people, which it would require some tact to overcome.

For though legally at liberty to do as he chose, and though their

daughter-in-law's qualifications could make no practical difference

to their lives, in the probability of her living far away from them,

he wished for affection's sake not to wound their sentiment in the

most important decision of his life.

He observed his own inconsistencies in dwelling upon accidents in

Tess's life as if they were vital features. It was for herself that

he loved Tess; her soul, her heart, her substance--not for her skill

in the dairy, her aptness as his scholar, and certainly not for

her simple formal faith-professions. Her unsophisticated open-air

existence required no varnish of conventionality to make it palatable

to him. He held that education had as yet but little affected the

beats of emotion and impulse on which domestic happiness depends. It

was probable that, in the lapse of ages, improved systems of moral

and intellectual training would appreciably, perhaps considerably,

elevate the involuntary and even the unconscious instincts of human

nature; but up to the present day, culture, as far as he could see,

might be said to have affected only the mental epiderm of those

lives which had been brought under its influence. This belief was

confirmed by his experience of women, which, having latterly been

extended from the cultivated middle-class into the rural community,

had taught him how much less was the intrinsic difference between the

good and wise woman of one social stratum and the good and wise woman

of another social stratum, than between the good and bad, the wise

and the foolish, of the same stratum or class.

It was the morning of his departure. His brothers had already left

the Vicarage to proceed on a walking tour in the north, whence one

was to return to his college, and the other to his curacy. Angel

might have accompanied them, but preferred to rejoin his sweetheart

at Talbothays. He would have been an awkward member of the

party; for, though the most appreciative humanist, the most ideal

religionist, even the best-versed Christologist of the three, there

was alienation in the standing consciousness that his squareness

would not fit the round hole that had been prepared for him. To

neither Felix nor Cuthbert had he ventured to mention Tess.

His mother made him sandwiches, and his father accompanied him,

on his own mare, a little way along the road. Having fairly well

advanced his own affairs, Angel listened in a willing silence, as

they jogged on together through the shady lanes, to his father's

account of his parish difficulties, and the coldness of brother

clergymen whom he loved, because of his strict interpretations of

the New Testament by the light of what they deemed a pernicious

Calvinistic doctrine. "Pernicious!" said Mr Clare, with genial scorn; and he proceeded to

recount experiences which would show the absurdity of that idea.

He told of wondrous conversions of evil livers of which he had been

the instrument, not only amongst the poor, but amongst the rich and

well-to-do; and he also candidly admitted many failures.