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His father is the Reverent Mr Clare at Emminster a good many miles from here." "Oh I have heard of him," said her companion, now awake. "A very earnest clergyman, is he not?" "Yes that he is the earnestest man in all Wessex, they say the last of the old Low Church sort, they tell me for all about here be what they call High. All his sons, except our Mr Clare, be made pa'sons too."
"But if it should reach the ears of your friends at Emminster that you are walking about like this with me, a milkmaid " "The most bewitching milkmaid ever seen." "They might feel it a hurt to their dignity." "My dear girl a d'Urberville hurt the dignity of a Clare!
In short, he was twenty-eight, and a bachelor. The field he was in this morning sloped to a ridge called Norcombe Hill. Through a spur of this hill ran the highway between Emminster and Chalk- Newton.
In short, he was twenty-eight, and a bachelor. The field he was in this morning sloped to a ridge called Norcombe Hill. Through a spur of this hill ran the highway between Emminster and Chalk-Newton.
"O yes 'tis whispered; a young lady of his own rank, chosen by his family; a Doctor of Divinity's daughter near his father's parish of Emminster; he don't much care for her, they say. But he is sure to marry her." They had heard so very little of this; yet it was enough to build up wretched dolorous dreams upon, there in the shade of the night.
Knowing that, how could she write entreaties to him, or show that she cared for him any more? By the disclosure in the barn her thoughts were led anew in the direction which they had taken more than once of late to the distant Emminster Vicarage. It was through her husband's parents that she had been charged to send a letter to Clare if she desired; and to write to them direct if in difficulty.
With this view he was returning to Emminster to disclose his plan to his parents, and to make the best explanation he could make of arriving without Tess, short of revealing what had actually separated them.
At this moment of the morning Angel Clare was riding along a narrow lane ten miles distant from the breakfasters, in the direction of his father's Vicarage at Emminster, carrying, as well as he could, a little basket which contained some black-puddings and a bottle of mead, sent by Mrs Crick, with her kind respects, to his parents.
Notwithstanding the pleasing answer returned to him by the silence, he resolved to go his journey. One morning when they sat down to breakfast at Talbothays Dairy some maid observed that she had not seen anything of Mr Clare that day. "O no," said Dairyman Crick. "Mr Clare has gone hwome to Emminster to spend a few days wi' his kinsfolk."
"If you want to ask for edification on these things of moment, there's a very earnest good man going to preach a charity-sermon to-day in the parish you are going to Mr Clare of Emminster. I'm not of his persuasion now, but he's a good man, and he'll expound as well as any parson I know. 'Twas he began the work in me."
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