Tess of the dUrbervilles - Page 78/283

She waited a long time without finding opportunity for a new

departure. A particularly fine spring came round, and the stir of

germination was almost audible in the buds; it moved her, as it moved

the wild animals, and made her passionate to go. At last, one day in

early May, a letter reached her from a former friend of her mother's,

to whom she had addressed inquiries long before--a person whom she

had never seen--that a skilful milkmaid was required at a dairy-house

many miles to the southward, and that the dairyman would be glad to

have her for the summer months.

It was not quite so far off as could have been wished; but it was

probably far enough, her radius of movement and repute having been

so small. To persons of limited spheres, miles are as geographical

degrees, parishes as counties, counties as provinces and kingdoms.

On one point she was resolved: there should be no more d'Urberville

air-castles in the dreams and deeds of her new life. She would be

the dairymaid Tess, and nothing more. Her mother knew Tess's feeling

on this point so well, though no words had passed between them on the

subject, that she never alluded to the knightly ancestry now.

Yet such is human inconsistency that one of the interests of the

new place to her was the accidental virtues of its lying near her

forefathers' country (for they were not Blakemore men, though her

mother was Blakemore to the bone). The dairy called Talbothays,

for which she was bound, stood not remotely from some of the former

estates of the d'Urbervilles, near the great family vaults of her

granddames and their powerful husbands. She would be able to look at

them, and think not only that d'Urberville, like Babylon, had fallen,

but that the individual innocence of a humble descendant could lapse

as silently. All the while she wondered if any strange good thing

might come of her being in her ancestral land; and some spirit within

her rose automatically as the sap in the twigs. It was unexpected

youth, surging up anew after its temporary check, and bringing with

it hope, and the invincible instinct towards self-delight.