Tess shook her head. But D'Urberville persisted; she had seldom seen him so determined; he would not take a negative.
'Please just tell your mother,' he said, in emphatic tones. 'It is her business to judge—not yours. I shall get the house swept out and whitened to-morrow morning, and fires lit; and it will be dry by the evening, so that you can come straight there. Now mind, I shall expect you.'
Tess again shook her head; her throat swelling with complicated emotion. She could not look up at D'Urberville.
'I owe you something for the past, you know,' he resumed. 'And you cured me, too, of that craze; so I am glad——— '
'I would rather you had kept the craze, so that you had kept the practice which went with it!'
'I am glad of this opportunity of repaying you a little. To-morrow I shall expect to hear your mother's goods unloading. . . . Give me your hand on it now—dear, beautiful Tess!'
With the last sentence he had dropped his voice to a murmur, and put his hand in at the half-open casement. With stormy eyes she pulled
