'Our names are worn away to Durbeyfield; but we have several proofs that we are d'Urbervilles. Antiquarians
hold we are, - and - and we have an old seal, marked with a ramping
lion on a shield, and a castle over him. And we have a very old silver spoon, round in the bowl like a little ladle, and marked with the same castle. But it is so worn that mother uses it to stir the pea-soup.'
'A castle argent
is certainly my crest,' said he blandly. 'And my arms a lion rampant
'And so mother said we ought to make ourselves beknown to you - as we've lost our horse by a bad accident, and are the oldest branch o' the family.'
'Very' kind of your mother, I'm sure. And 1, for one, don't regret her step.' Alec looked at Tess as he spoke, in a way that made her blush
a little. 'And so, my pretty girl, you've come on a friendly visit to us, as relations?'
'I suppose I have,' faltered
Tess, looking uncomfortable again.
'Well - there's no harm in it. Where do you live? What are you?'
She gave him brief particulars; and responding to further inquiries told him that she was intending to go back by the same carrier who had brought her.
'It is a long while before he returns past Trantridge Cross. Supposing we walk round the grounds to pass the time, my pretty Coz?'