Phase the Fourth: The Consequence
30. CHAPTER XXX (continued)
"There--now do you believe?" she asked, flushed, and
wiping her eyes.
"Yes. I never really doubted--never, never!"
So they drove on through the gloom, forming one bundle
inside the sail-cloth, the horse going as he would, and
the rain driving against them. She had consented. She
might as well have agreed at first. The "appetite for
joy" which pervades all creation, that tremendous force
which sways humanity to its purpose, as the tide sways
the helpless weed, was not to be controlled by vague
lucubrations over the social rubric.
"I must write to my mother," she said. "You don't mind
my doing that?"
"Of course not, dear child. You are a child to me,
Tess, not to know how very proper it is to write to
your mother at such a time, and how wrong it would be
in me to object. Where does she live?"
"At the same place--Marlott. On the further side of
"Ah, then I HAVE seen you before this summer----"
"Yes; at that dance on the green; but you would not
dance with me. O, I hope that is of no ill-omen for us