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How to break the news was more than she

could think. It was a relief to her tongue to find from the faces of

her parents that they already knew of their loss, though this did not

lessen the self-reproach which she continued to heap upon herself for

her negligence. But the very shiftlessness of the household rendered the misfortune

a less terrifying one to them than it would have been to a thriving

family, though in the present case it meant ruin, and in the other it

would only have meant inconvenience. In the Durbeyfield countenances

there was nothing of the red wrath that would have burnt upon the

girl from parents more ambitious for her welfare. Nobody blamed Tess

as she blamed herself. When it was discovered that the knacker and tanner would give only a

very few shillings for Prince's carcase because of his decrepitude,

Durbeyfield rose to the occasion.

"No," said he stoically, "I won't sell his old body. When we

d'Urbervilles was knights in the land, we didn't sell our chargers

for cat's meat. Let 'em keep their shillings! He've served me well

in his lifetime, and I won't part from him now."

He worked harder the next day in digging a grave for Prince in the

garden than he had worked for months to grow a crop for his family.

When the hole was ready, Durbeyfield and his wife tied a rope round

the horse and dragged him up the path towards it, the children

following in funeral train. Abraham and 'Liza-Lu sobbed, Hope and

Modesty discharged their griefs in loud blares which echoed from the

walls; and when Prince was tumbled in they gathered round the grave.

The bread-winner had been taken away from them; what would they do?

"Is he gone to heaven?" asked Abraham, between the sobs.

Then Durbeyfield began to shovel in the earth, and the children cried

anew. All except Tess. Her face was dry and pale, as though she

regarded herself in the light of a murderess.

V

The haggling business, which had mainly depended on the horse, became

disorganized forthwith. Distress, if not penury, loomed in the

distance. Durbeyfield was what was locally called a slack-twisted

fellow; he had good strength to work at times; but the times could

not be relied on to coincide with the hours of requirement; and,

having been unaccustomed to the regular toil of the day-labourer,

he was not particularly persistent when they did so coincide.

Tess, meanwhile, as the one who had dragged her parents into this

quagmire, was silently wondering what she could do to help them out

of it; and then her mother broached her scheme.