My mother too, poor soul,
will think so much better of you on account of it. Tess, you must
spell your name correctly--d'Urberville--from this very day."
"I like the other way rather best."
"But you MUST, dearest! Good heavens, why dozens of mushroom
millionaires would jump at such a possession! By the bye, there's
one of that kidney who has taken the name--where have I heard of
him?--Up in the neighbourhood of The Chase, I think. Why, he is the
very man who had that rumpus with my father I told you of. What an
odd coincidence!"
"Angel, I think I would rather not take the name! It is unlucky,
perhaps!"
She was agitated.
"Now then, Mistress Teresa d'Urberville, I have you. Take my name,
and so you will escape yours! The secret is out, so why should you
any longer refuse me?"
"If it is SURE to make you happy to have me as your wife, and you
feel that you do wish to marry me, VERY, VERY much--"
"I do, dearest, of course!"
"I mean, that it is only your wanting me very much, and being hardly
able to keep alive without me, whatever my offences, that would make
me feel I ought to say I will."
"You will--you do say it, I know! You will be mine for ever and
ever.
Pages:
293
294
295
296
297
298
299
300
301
302
303
304
305
306
307
308
309
310
311
312
313
314
315
316
317