第19章

Ever since the accident with her father's horse Tess Durbeyfield, courageous as she naturally was, had been exceedingly timid on wheels; the least irregularity of motion startled her.She began to get uneasy at a certain recklessness in her conductor's driving.

`You will go down slow, sir, I suppose?' she said with attempted unconcern.

D'Urberville looked round upon her, nipped his cigar with the tips of his large white centre-teeth, and allowed his lips to smile slowly of themselves.

`Why, Tess,' he answered, after another whiff or two, `it isn't a brave bouncing girl like you who asks that? Why, I always go down at full gallop.

There's nothing like it for raising your spirits.'

`But perhaps you need not now?'

`Ah,' he said, shaking his head, `there are two to be reckoned with.

It is not me alone.Tib has to be considered, and she has a very queer temper.'

`Who?'

`Why, this mare.I fancy she looked round at me in a very grim way `just then.Didn't you notice it?'

`Don't try to frighten me, sir,' said Tess stiffly.

`Well, I don't.If any living man can manage this horse I can: - I won't say any living man can do it - but if such has the power, I am he.'

`Why do you have such a horse?'

`Ah, well may you ask it! It was my fate, I suppose.Tib has killed one chap; and just after I bought her she nearly killed me.And then, take my word for it, I nearly killed her.But she's touchy still, very touchy;and one's life is hardly safe behind her sometimes.'

They were just beginning to descend; and it was evident that the horse, whether of her own will or of his (the latter being the more likely), knew so well the reckless performance expected of her that she hardly required a hint from behind.

Down, down, they sped, the wheels humming like a top, the dog-cart rocking right and left, its axis acquiring a slightly oblique set in relation to the line of progress; the figure of the horse rising and falling in undulations before them.Sometimes a wheel was off the ground, it seemed, for many yards; sometimes a stone was sent spinning over the hedge, and flinty sparks from the horse's hoofs outshone the daylight.The aspect of the straight road enlarged with their advance, the two banks dividing like a splitting stick; one rushing past at each shoulder.

The wind blew through Tess's white muslin to her very skin, and her washed hair flew out behind.She was determined to show no open fear, but she clutched d'Urberville's rein-arm.

`Don't touch my arm! We shall be thrown out if you do! Hold on round my waist!'

She grasped his waist, and so they reached the bottom.

`Safe, thank God, in spite of your fooling!' said she, her face on fire.

`Tess - fie! that's temper!' said d'Urberville.

`Tis truth.'

`Well, you need not let go your hold of me so thanklessly the moment you feel yourself out of danger.'

She had not considered what she had been doing; whether he were man or woman, stick or stone, in her involuntary hold on him.Recovering her reserve she sat without replying, and thus they reached the summit of another declivity.

`Now then, again!' said d'Urberville.

`No, no!' said Tess.`Show more sense, do, please.'

`But when people find themselves on one of the highest points in the county, they must get down again,' he retorted.

He loosened rein, and away they went a second time.D'Urberville turned his face to her as they rocked, and said, in playful raillery: `Now then, put your arms round my waist again, as you did before, my Beauty.'

`Never!' said Tess independently, holding on as well as she could without touching him.

`Let me put one little kiss on those holmberry lips, Tess, or even on that warmed cheek, and I'll stop - on my honour, I will!'

Tess, surprised beyond measure, slid farther back still on her seat, at which he urged the horse anew, and rocked her the more.

`Will nothing else do?' she cried at length, in desperation, her large eyes staring at him like those of a wild animal.This dressing her up so prettily by her mother hid apparently been to lamentable purpose.

`Nothing, dear Tess,' he replied.

`Oh, I don't know - very well; I don't mind!' she panted miserably.

He drew rein, and as they slowed he was on the point of imprinting the desired salute, when, as if hardly yet aware of her own modesty, she dodged aside.His arms being occupied with the reins there was left him no power to prevent her manoeuvre.

`Now, damn it - I'll break both our necks!' swore her capriciously passionate companion.`So you can go from your word like that, you young witch, can you?'

`Very well,'said Tess, `I'll not move since you be so determined! But I - thought you would be kind to me, and protect me, as my kinsman!'

`Kinsman be hanged! Now!'

`But I don't want anybody to kiss me, sir!' she implored, a big tear beginning to roll down her face, and the corners of her mouth trembling in her attempts not to cry.`And I wouldn't ha'come if I had known!'

He was inexorable, and she sat still, and d'Urberville gave her the kiss of mastery.No sooner had he done so than she flushed with shame, took out her handkerchief, and wiped the spot on her cheek that had been touched by his lips.His ardour was nettled at the sight, for the act on her part had been unconsciously done.

`You are mighty sensitive for a cottage girl!' said the young man.

Tess made no reply to this remark, of which, indeed, she did not quite comprehend the drift, unheeding the snub she had administered by her instinctive rub upon her cheek.She had, in fact, undone the kiss, as far as such a thing was physically possible.With a dim sense that he was vexed she looked steadily ahead as they trotted on near Melbury Down and Wingreen, till she saw, to her consternation, that there was yet another descent to be undergone.

`You shall be made sorry for that!' he resumed, his injured tone still remaining, as he flourished the whip anew.`Unless, that is, you agree willingly to let me do it again, and no handkerchief.'

Sie sighed.`Very well, sir!' she said.`Oh let me get my hat!'