So the girls and their mother all walked together, a child on each side of Tess, holding her hand, and looking at her meditatively
from time to time, as at one who was about to do great things; her mother just behind with the smallest; the group forming a picture of honest beauty flanked by innocence
, and backed by simple souled vanity. They followed the way till they reached the beginning of the ascent
, on the crest of which the vehicle from Trantridge was to receive her, this limit having been fixed to save the horse the labour of the last slope. Far away behind the first hills the cliff-like dwellings of Shaston broke the line of the ridge
. Nobody was visible in the elevated road which skirted the ascent save the lad whom they had sent on before them, sitting on the handle of the barrow that contained all Tess's worldly possessions.
'Bide here a bit, and the cart will soon come, no doubt,' said Mrs Durbeyfield. 'Yes, I see it yonder!'
It had come - appearing suddenly from behind the forehead of the nearest upland, and stopping beside the boy with the barrow
. Her mother and the children thereupon decided to go no farther, and bidding them a hasty
goodbye Tess bent her steps up the hill.
They saw her white shape draw near to the spring-cart, on which her box was already placed. But before she had quite reached it another vehicle shot out from a clump
of trees on the summit, came round the bend of the road there, passed the luggage-cart, and halted beside Tess, who looked up as if in great surprise.
Her mother perceived, for the first time, that the second vehicle was not a humble conveyance
like the first, but a spick-and-span gig or dogcart, highly varnished
and equipped. The driver was a young man of three or four-and-twenty, with a cigar between his teeth; wearing a dandy
Jacket, breeches of the same hue, white 'neckcloth
, stickup collar, and brown driving - gloves - in short, he was the handsome, horsey young buck who had visited Joan a week or two before to get her answer about Tess.
Mrs Durbeyfield clapped her hands like a child. Then she looked down, then stared again. Could she be deceived as to the meaning of this?
'Is dat the gentleman-kinsman who'll make Sissy a lady?' asked the youngest child.