ABSTRACT
Henry Van Dyke A luncheon was given for me at a London club, to meet Thomas Hardy, a little gray man, hawk-nosed, keen-eyed, gentle-mannered, with a kindly smile rarely lighting his furrowed tranquil face. Alone with him at last, I asked the indiscreet question, ‘Which of your books is your favorite?’ Thinking a moment, he answered simply and frankly, ‘Tess of the d’Urbervilles’.
