The night was strangely solemn and still. In the small hours she whispered to him the whole story of how he had walked in his sleep with her in his arms across the Froom stream, at the imminent risk of both their lives, and laid her down in the stone coffin at the ruined abbey. He had never known of that till now.

`Why didn't you tell me next day?' he said. `It might have prevented much misunderstanding and woe.'

`Don't think of what's past!' said she. `I am not going to think outside of now. Why should we! Who knows what to-morrow has in store?'

But it apparently had no sorrow. The morning was wet and foggy, and Clare, rightly informed that the caretaker only opened the windows on fine days, ventured to creep out of their chamber, and explore the house, leaving Tess asleep. There was no food on the premises, but there was water, and he took advantage of the fog to emerge from the mansion, and fetch tea, bread, and butter from a shop in a little place two miles beyond, as also a small tin kettle and spirit-lamp, that they might get fire without smoke. His re-entry awoke her; and they breakfasted on what he had brought.

They were indisposed to stir abroad, and the day passed, and the night following, and the next, and next; till, almost without their being aware, five days had slipped by in absolute seclusion, not a sight or sound of a human being disturbing their peacefulness, such as it was. The changes of the weather were their only events, the birds of the New Forest their only company. By tacit consent they hardly once spoke of any incident of the past subsequent to their wedding-day. The gloomy intervening time seemed to sink into chaos, over which the present and prior times closed as if it never had been. Whenever he suggested that they should leave their shelter, and go forwards towards Southampton or London, she showed a strange unwillingness to move.

`Why should we put an end to all that's sweet and lovely!' she deprecated. `What must come will come.' And, looking through the shutter-chink: `All is trouble outside there; inside here content.'

He peeped out also. It was quite true; within was affection, union, error forgiven: outside was the inexorable.

`And - and,' she said, pressing her cheek against his; `I fear that what you think of me now may not last. I do not wish to outlive your present feeling for me. I would rather not. I would rather be dead and buried when the time comes for you to despise me, so that it may never be known to me that you despised me.'

`I cannot ever despise you.'

`I also hope that. But considering what my life has been I cannot see why any man should, sooner or later, be able to help despising me... .How wickedly mad I was! Yet formerly I never could bear to hurt a fly or a worm, and the sight of a bird in a cage used often to make me cry.'

They remained yet another day. In the night the dull sky cleared, and the result was that the old caretaker at the cottage awoke early. The brilliant sunrise made her unusually brisk; she decided to open the contiguous mansion immediately, and to air it thoroughly on such a day. Thus it occurred that, having arrived and opened the lower rooms before six o'clock, she ascended to the bedchambers, and was about to turn the handle of the one wherein they lay. At that moment she fancied she could hear the breathing of persons within. Her slippers and her antiquity had rendered her progress a noiseless one so far, and she made for instant retreat; then, deeming that her hearing might have deceived her, she turned around, to the door and softly tried the handle. The lock was out of order, but a piece of furniture had been moved forward on the inside, which prevented her opening the door more than an inch or two. A stream of morning light through the shutter-chink fell upon the faces of the pair, wrapped in profound slumber, Tess's lips being parted like a half-opened flower near his cheek. The caretaker was so struck with their innocent appearance, and with the elegance of Tess's gown hanging across a chair, her silk stockings beside it, the pretty parasol, and the other habits in which she bad arrived because she had none else, that her first indignation at the effrontery of tramps and vagabonds gave way to a momentary sentimentality over this genteel elopement, as it seemed. She closed the door, and withdrew as softly as she had come, to go and consult with her neighbours on the odd discovery.

Not more than a minute had elapsed after her withdrawal when Tess woke, and then Clare. Both had a sense that something had disturbed them, though they could not say what; and the uneasy feeling which it engendered grew stronger. As soon as he was dressed he narrowly scanned the lawn through the two or three inches of shutter-chink.

`I think we will leave at once,' said he. `It is a fine day. And I cannot help fancying somebody is about the house. At any rate, the woman will be sure to come to-day.'

She passively assented, and putting the room in order they took up the few articles that belongef to them, and departednoiselessly. When they had got into the Forest she turned to take a last look at the house.

`Ah, happy house - good-bye!' she said. `My life can only be a question of a few weeks. Why should we not have stayed there?'

`Don't say it, Tess! We shall soon get out of this district altogether. We'll continue our course as we've begun it, and keep straight north. Nobody will think of looking for us there. We shall be looked for at the Wessex ports if we are sought at all. When we are in the north we will get to a port and away.'

Having thus persuaded her the plan was pursued, and they kept a bee line northward. Their long repose at the manor-house lent them walking power now; and towards mid-day they found that they were approaching the steepled city of Melchester, which lay directly in their way. He decided to rest her in a clump of trees during the afternoon, and push onward under cover of darkness. At dusk Clare purchased food as usual, and their night march began, the boundary between Upper and Mid-Wessex being crossed about eight o'clock.

To walk across country without much regard to roads was not new to Tess, and she showed her old agility in the performance. The intercepting city, ancient Melchester, they were obliged to pass through in order to take advantage of the town bridge for crossing a large river that obstructed them. It was about midnight when they went along the deserted streets, lighted fitfully by the few lamps, keeping off the pavement that it might not echo their footsteps. The graceful pile of cathedral architecture rose dimly on their left hand, but it was lost upon them now. Once out of the town they followed the turnpike-road, which after a few miles plunged across an open plain.

Though the sky was dense with cloud a diffused light from some fragment of a moon had hitherto helped them a little. But the moon had now sunk, the clouds seemed to settle almost on their heads, and the night grew as dark as a cave. However, they found their way along, keeping as much on the turf as possible that their tread might not resound, which it was easy to do, there being no hedge or fence of any kind. All around was open loneliness and black solitude, over which a stiff breeze blew.

They had proceeded thus gropingly two or three miles further when on a sudden Clare became conscious of some vast erection close in his front, rising sheer from the grass. They had almost struck themselves against it.

`What monstrous place is this?' said Angel.

`It hums,' said she. `Hearken!'

He listened. The wind, playing upon the edifice, produced a booming tune, like the note of some gigantic one-stringed harp. No other sound came from it, and lifting his hand and advancing a step or two, Clare felt the vertical surface of the structure. It seemed to be of solid stone, without joint or moulding. Carrying his fingers onward he found that what he had come in contact with was a colossalrectangularpillar; by stretching out his left hand he could feel a similar one adjoining. At an indefinite height overhead something made the black sky blacker, which had the semblance of a vast architrave uniting the pillars horizontally. They carefully entered beneath and between; the surfaces echoed their soft rustle; but they seemed to be still out of doors. The place was roofless. Tess drew her breath fearfully, and Angel, perplexed, said--

`What can it be?'

Feeling sideways they encountered another tower-like pillar, square and uncompromising as the first; beyond it another and another. The place was all doors and pillars, some connected above by continuous architraves.

`A very Temple of the Winds,' he said.

The next pillar was isolated; others composed a trilithon; others were prostrate, their flanks forming a causeway wide enough for a carriage; and it was soon obvious that they made up a forest of monoliths grouped upon the grassyexpanse of the plain. The couple advanced further into this pavilion of the night till they stood in its midst.

`It is Stonehenge!' said Clare.

`The heathen temple, you mean?'

`Yes. Older than the centuries; older than the d'Urbervilles! Well, what shall we do, darling? We may find shelter further on.' But Tess, really tired by this time, flung herself upon an oblong slab that lay close at hand, and was sheltered from the wind by a pillar. Owing to the action of the sun during the preceding day the stone was warm and dry, in comforting contrast to the rough and chill grass around, which had damped her skirts and shoes.

`I don't want to go any further, Angel,' she said stretching out her hand for his. `Can't we bide here?'

`I fear not. This spot is visible for miles by day, although it does not seem so now.'

`One of my mother's people was a shepherd hereabouts, now I think of it. And you used to say at Talbothays that I was a heathen. So now I am at home.'

He knelt down beside her outstretched form, and put his lips upon hers.

`Sleepy are you, dear? I think you are lying on an altar.'

`I like very much to be here,' she murmured. `It is so solemn and lonely - after my great happiness - with nothing but the sky above my face. It seems as if there were no folk in the world but we two; and I wish there were not - except 'Liza-Lu.'

Clare thought she might as well rest here till it should get a little lighter, and he flung his overcoat upon her, and sat down by her side.

`Angel, if anything happens to me, will you watch over 'Liza-Lu for my sake?' she asked, when they had listened a long time to the wind among the pillars.

`I will.'

`She is so good and simple and pure. O, Angel - I wish you would marry her if you lose me, as you will do shortly. O, if you would!'

`If I lose you I lose all! And she is my sister-in-law.'

`That's nothing, dearest. People marry sister-laws continually about Marlott; and 'Liza-Lu is so gentle and sweet, and she is growing so beautiful. O I could share you with her willingly when we are spirits! If you would train her and teach her, Angel, and bring her up for your own self!... She has all the best of me without the bad of me; and if she were to become yours it would almost seem as if death had not divided us... .Well, I have said it. I won't mention it again.'

She ceased, and he fell into thought. In the far north-east sky he could see between the pillars a level streak of light. The uniform concavity of black cloud was lifting bodily like the lid of a pot, letting in at the earth's edge the coming day, against which the towering monoliths and trilithons began to be blackly defined.

`Did they sacrifice to God here?' asked she.

`No,' said he.

`Who to?'

`I believe to the sun. That lofty stone set away by itself is in the direction of the sun, which will presently rise behind it.'

`This reminds me, dear,' she said. `You remember you never would interfere with any belief of mine before we were married? But I knew your mind all the same, and I thought as you thought - not from any reasons of my own, but because you thought so. Tell me now, Angel, do you think we shall meet again after we are dead? I want to know.'

He kissed her to avoid a reply at such a time.

`O, Angel - I fear that means no!' said she, with a suppressed sob. `And I wanted so to see you again - so much, so much! What not even you and I, Angel, who love each other so well?' Like a greater than himself, to the critical question at the critical time he did not answer; and they were again silent. In a minute or two her breathing became more regular, her clasp of his hand relaxed, and she fell asleep. The band of silver paleness along the east horizon made even the distant parts of the Great Plain appear dark and near; and the whole enormous landscape bore that impress of reserve, taciturnity, and hesitation which is usual just before day. The eastwardpillars and their architraves stood up blackly against the light, and the great flame-shaped Sun-stone beyond them; and the Stone of Sacrifice midway. Presently the night wind died out, and the quivering little pools in the cup-like hollows of the stones lay still. At the same time something seemed to move on the verge of the dip eastward - a mere dot. It was the head of a man approaching them from the hollow beyond the Sun-stone. Clare wished they had gone onward, but in the circumstances decided to remain quiet. The figure came straight towards the circle of pillars in which they were.

He heard something behind him, the brush of feet. Turning, he saw over the prostrate columns another figure; then before he was aware, another was at hand on the right, under a trilithon, and another on the left. The dawn shone full on the front of the man westward, and Clare could discern from this that he was tall, and walked as if trained. They all closed in with evident purpose. Her story then was true! Springing to his feet, he looked around for a weapon, loose stone, means of escape, anything. By this time the nearest man was upon him.

`It is no use, sir,' he said. `There are sixteen of us on the Plain, and the whole country is reared.'

`Let her finish her sleep!' he implored in a whisper of the men as they gathered round.

When they saw where she lay, which they had not done till then, they showed no objection, and stood watching her, as still as the pillars around. He went to the stone and bent over her, holding one poor little hand; her breathing now was quick and small, like that of a lesser creature than a woman. All waited in the growing light, their faces and hands as if they were silvered, the remainder of their figures dark, the stones glistening green-gray, the Plain still a mass of shade. Soon the light was strong, and a ray shone upon her unconscious form, peering under her eyelids and waking her.

`What is it, Angel?' she said, starting up. `Have they come for me?'

`Yes, dearest,' he said. `They have come.'

`It is as it should be,' she murmured. `Angel, I am almost glad - yes, glad! This happiness could not have lasted. It was too much. I have had enough; and now I shall not live for you to despise me!' She stood up, shook herself, and went forward, neither of the men having moved.

`I am ready,' she said quietly.

那天的夜晚尤其阴沉，尤其宁静。半夜过后，苔丝悄悄地向他讲述了他梦游的故事，说他怎样在睡梦里抱着她，冒着两个人随时都会掉进河里淹死的危险，从佛卢姆河的桥上走过，把她放在寺庙废墟中的一个石头棺材里。直到现在苔丝告诉了他，他才知道了这件事。

　　"第二天你为什么不告诉我呢？"他说。"如果你告诉了我，许多误会和痛苦也许就避免了。"

　　"过去了的事就不要再想了吧！"她说。"除了我们的此时此刻而外，我什么都不去想。我们不要去想！又有谁知道明天会发生什么事呢？"

　　不过第二天显然没有悲伤痛苦。早上潮湿多雾，克莱尔昨天已经听人说过，看管房子的人只是在天晴的时候才来开窗户，所以他就把苔丝留在房间里继续睡觉，自己大胆地走出房间，把整座房子查看了一遍，屋内虽然没有食物，但是有火。于是他就利用闹雾的天气，走出屋外，到两三英里以外的一个小地方的店铺里，买了茶点、面包和黄油，还买了一个铁皮水壶和一个酒精灯，这样他们就有了不冒烟的火了。他回来时把苔丝惊醒了；于是他们就一起吃他买回来的东西，当了一顿早饭。

　　他们都不想到外面去，只是待在屋里；白天过去了，夜晚来临了，接着是另一天，然后又是另一天；在不知不觉中，他们差不多就这样在绝对隐蔽的地方度过了五天，看不见一个人影，也听不到一点人声，没有谁来打扰他们的平静。天气变化是他们唯一的大事，陪伴他们的也只有新林的鸟儿。他们都心照不宣，几乎一次也没有提起过婚后的任何一件事情。他们中间那段悲伤的日子似乎在天地开辟之前的混饨中消失了，现在的和过去的欢乐时光又重新连接起来，仿佛从来就没有中断似的。每当他提出离开他们躲藏的屋子到南桑普顿或者伦敦去，她总是令人奇怪地表示不愿意离开。

　　"一切都是这样恩爱甜蜜，我们为什么要结束它呢！"她恳求说。"要来的总是躲不掉的。"她从百叶窗的缝隙中看着外面说："你看，屋外都是痛苦，屋内才是美满啊。"

　　他也向外面看去。她说得完全对：屋内是爱情、和谐、宽恕，屋外却是冷酷、无情。

　　"而且--而且，"她把自己的脸贴在他的脸上说；"你现在这样对待我，我担心也许不会长久。我希望永远拥有你现在这份情意。我不愿意失去它。我情愿在你瞧不起我的那一天到来的时候，我已经死了，埋掉了，那样我就永远不会知道你瞧不起我了。"

　　"我永远也不会瞧不起你的。"

　　"我也希望如此，可是一想到我这一生的遭遇，我总以为别人早晚都要瞧不起我的。......我真是一个可恶的疯子呀！可是从前，我连一只苍蝇、一条小虫都不敢伤害，看见关在笼子里的小鸟，也常常要悲伤流泪。"

　　他们在那座屋子里又待了一天。晚上，阴沉的天气晴朗了，因此照看房子的老太太很早就在她的茅屋里醒了。灿烂的朝阳使她精神异常爽快，于是决定立即就去把那座屋子的窗户打开，在这样好的天气里让空气流通。因此在六点钟以前，她就来到那座屋子，把楼下房间的窗户打开了，接着又上楼去开卧室的窗户；她来到克莱尔和苔丝躲藏的那个房间，就用手去转动门上的把手。就在这个时候，她认为自己听见房间里有人呼吸的声音。她脚上穿着便鞋，年纪又大，所以走到房间门口也没有弄出一点儿声音。她听见声音，就急忙退了回去。后来，她想也许是自己听错了，就又转身走到门口，轻轻地转动门上的把手。门锁已经坏了，但是有一件家具被搬过来，从里面把门挡住。老太太无法完全把门打开，只打开了一两英寸。早上太阳的光线穿过百叶窗的缝隙，照射在一对正在酣睡着的人的脸上，苔丝的嘴半张着，就像是在克莱尔的脸旁半开的一朵鲜花。照看房子的老太太看见他们睡在那儿，样子是那样纯真；她看见苔丝挂在椅子上的长袍，看见长袍旁边的丝织长袜和漂亮的小阳伞，还有苔丝没有别的可穿而穿来的其它几件衣服，被它们的华美高雅深深打动了；她最初以为他们是妓女流氓，心里十分生气，现在看来他们好像是上流社会一对私奔的情侣，于是心中的愤怒便化作了一阵怜爱。她把门关上，像来的时候那样轻轻地离开，找她的邻居商量她的奇怪发现去了。

　　老太太走后不到一分钟，苔丝就醒了，接着克莱尔也醒了。他们两个人都觉得出现过打扰他们的事，但是他们又说不清楚是什么事；因此他们心中产生的不安情绪也就越来越强烈了。克莱尔穿好衣服，立即从百叶窗上两三寸宽的窄缝中向外仔细观察。

　　"我想我们要立即离开了，"他说。"今天是一个晴天。我总觉得房子里有什么人来过。无论如何，那个老太太今天肯定是要来的。"

　　苔丝只好同意，于是他们收拾好房间，带上属于他们的几件物品，不声不响地离开了那座屋子。在他们走进新林的时候，苔丝回过头去，向那座屋子望了最后一眼。