fairunknown
.
Moreover
,
he
was
beginning
to
feel
some
zest
for
the
growing
though
half-suppressed
feud
between
him
and
the
other
medical
men
,
which
was
likely
to
become
more
manifest
,
now
that
Bulstrode
's
method
of
managing
the
new
hospital
was
about
to
be
declared
;
and
there
were
various
inspiriting
signs
that
his
non-acceptance
by
some
of
Peacock
's
patients
might
be
counterbalanced
by
the
impression
he
had
produced
in
other
quarters
.
Only
a
few
days
later
,
when
he
had
happened
to
overtake
Rosamond
on
the
Lowick
road
and
had
got
down
from
his
horse
to
walk
by
her
side
until
he
had
quite
protected
her
from
a
passing
drove
,
he
had
been
stopped
by
a
servant
on
horseback
with
a
message
calling
him
in
to
a
house
of
some
importance
where
Peacock
had
never
attended
;
and
it
was
the
second
instance
of
this
kind
.
The
servant
was
Sir
James
Chettam
's
,
and
the
house
was
Lowick
Manor
.
CHAPTER
XXVIII
.
1st
Gent
.
All
times
are
good
to
seek
your
wedded
home
Bringing
a
mutual
delight
.
2d
Gent
.
Why
,
true
.
The
calendar
hath
not
an
evil
day
For
souls
made
one
by
love
,
and
even
death
Were
sweetness
,
if
it
came
like
rolling
waves
While
they
two
clasped
each
other
,
and
foresaw
No
life
apart
.
Mr.
and
Mrs.
Casaubon
,
returning
from
their
wedding
journey
,
arrived
at
Lowick
Manor
in
the
middle
of
January
.
A
light
snow
was
falling
as
they
descended
at
the
door
,
and
in
the
morning
,
when
Dorothea
passed
from
her
dressing-room
into
the
blue-green
boudoir
that
we
know
of
,
she
saw
the
long
avenue
of
limes
lifting
their
trunks
from
a
white
earth
,
and
spreading
white
branches
against
the
dun
and
motionless
sky
.
The
distant
flat
shrank
in
uniform
whiteness
and
low-hanging
uniformity
of
cloud
.
The
very
furniture
in
the
room
seemed
to
have
shrunk
since
she
saw
it
before
:
the
stag
in
the
tapestry
looked
more
like
a
ghost
in
his
ghostly
blue-green
world
;
the
volumes
of
polite
literature
in
the
bookcase
looked
more
like
immovable
imitations
of
books
.
The
bright
fire
of
dry
oak-boughs
burning
on
the
logs
seemed
an
incongruous
renewal
of
life
and
glow
—
like
the
figure
of
Dorothea
herself
as
she
entered
carrying
the
red-leather
cases
containing
the
cameos
for
Celia
.
She
was
glowing
from
her
morning
toilet
as
only
healthful
youth
can
glow
:
there
was
gem-like
brightness
on
her
coiled
hair
and
in
her
hazel
eyes
;
there
was
warm
red
life
in
her
lips
;
her
throat
had
a
breathing
whiteness
above
the
differing
white
of
the
fur
which
itself
seemed
to
wind
about
her
neck
and
cling
down
her
blue-gray
pelisse
with
a
tenderness
gathered
from
her
own
,
a
sentient
commingled
innocence
which
kept
its
loveliness
against
the
crystalline
purity
of
the
outdoor
snow
.
As
she
laid
the
cameo-cases
on
the
table
in
the
bow-window
,
she
unconsciously
kept
her
hands
on
them
,
immediately
absorbed
in
looking
out
on
the
still
,
white
enclosure
which
made
her
visible
world
.
Mr.
Casaubon
,
who
had
risen
early
complaining
of
palpitation
,
was
in
the
library
giving
audience
to
his
curate
Mr.
Tucker
.
By-and-by
Celia
would
come
in
her
quality
of
bridesmaid
as
well
as
sister
,
and
through
the
next
weeks
there
would
be
wedding
visits
received
and
given
;
all
in
continuance
of
that
transitional
life
understood
to
correspond
with
the
excitement
of
bridal
felicity
,
and
keeping
up
the
sense
of
busy
ineffectiveness
,
as
of
a
dream
which
the
dreamer
begins
to
suspect
.
The
duties
of
her
married
life
,
contemplated
as
so
great
beforehand
,
seemed
to
be
shrinking
with
the
furniture
and
the
white
vapor-walled
landscape
.
The
clear
heights
where
she
expected
to
walk
in
full
communion
had
become
difficult
to
see
even
in
her
imagination
;
the
delicious
repose
of
the
soul
on
a
complete
superior
had
been
shaken
into
uneasy
effort
and
alarmed
with
dim
presentiment
.
When
would
the
days
begin
of
that
active
wifely
devotion
which
was
to
strengthen
her
husband
's
life
and
exalt
her
own
?
Never
perhaps
,
as
she
had
preconceived
them
;
but
somehow
—
still
somehow
.
In
this
solemnly
pledged
union
of
her
life
,
duty
would
present
itself
in
some
new
form
of
inspiration
and
give
a
new
meaning
to
wifely
love
.
Meanwhile
there
was
the
snow
and
the
low
arch
of
dun
vapor
—
there
was
the
stifling
oppression
of
that
gentlewoman
's
world
,
where
everything
was
done
for
her
and
none
asked
for
her
aid
—
where
the
sense
of
connection
with
a
manifold
pregnant
existence
had
to
be
kept
up
painfully
as
an
inward
vision
,
instead
of
coming
from
without
in
claims
that
would
have
shaped
her
energies
.
—
"
What
shall
I
do
?
"
"
Whatever
you
please
,
my
dear
:
"
that
had
been
her
brief
history
since
she
had
left
off
learning
morning
lessons
and
practising
silly
rhythms
on
the
hated
piano
.
Marriage
,
which
was
to
bring
guidance
into
worthy
and
imperative
occupation
,
had
not
yet
freed
her
from
the
gentlewoman
's
oppressive
liberty
:
it
had
not
even
filled
her
leisure
with
the
ruminant
joy
of
unchecked
tenderness
.
Her
blooming
full-pulsed
youth
stood
there
in
a
moral
imprisonment
which
made
itself
one
with
the
chill
,
colourless
,
narrowed
landscape
,
with
the
shrunken
furniture
,
the
never-read
books
,
and
the
ghostly
stag
in
a
pale
fantastic
world
that
seemed
to
be
vanishing
from
the
daylight
.
In
the
first
minutes
when
Dorothea
looked
out
she
felt
nothing
but
the
dreary
oppression
;
then
came
a
keen
remembrance
,
and
turning
away
from
the
window
she
walked
round
the
room
.
The
ideas
and
hopes
which
were
living
in
her
mind
when
she
first
saw
this
room
nearly
three
months
before
were
present
now
only
as
memories
:
she
judged
them
as
we
judge
transient
and
departed
things
.
All
existence
seemed
to
beat
with
a
lower
pulse
than
her
own
,
and
her
religious
faith
was
a
solitary
cry
,
the
struggle
out
of
a
nightmare
in
which
every
object
was
withering
and
shrinking
away
from
her
.
Each
remembered
thing
in
the
room
was
disenchanted
,
was
deadened
as
an
unlit
transparency
,
till
her
wandering
gaze
came
to
the
group
of
miniatures
,
and
there
at
last
she
saw
something
which
had
gathered
new
breath
and
meaning
:
it
was
the
miniature
of
Mr.
Casaubon
's
aunt
Julia
,
who
had
made
the
unfortunate
marriage
—
of
Will
Ladislaw
's
grandmother
.
Dorothea
could
fancy
that
it
was
alive
now
—
the
delicate
woman
's
face
which
yet
had
a
headstrong
look
,
a
peculiarity
difficult
to
interpret
.
Was
it
only
her
friends
who
thought
her
marriage
unfortunate
?
or
did
she
herself
find
it
out
to
be
a
mistake
,
and
taste
the
salt
bitterness
of
her
tears
in
the
merciful
silence
of
the
night
?
What
breadths
of
experience
Dorothea
seemed
to
have
passed
over
since
she
first
looked
at
this
miniature
!
She
felt
a
new
companionship
with
it
,
as
if
it
had
an
ear
for
her
and
could
see
how
she
was
looking
at
it
.
Here
was
a
woman
who
had
known
some
difficulty
about
marriage
.
Nay
,
the
colours
deepened
,
the
lips
and
chin
seemed
to
get
larger
,
the
hair
and
eyes
seemed
to
be
sending
out
light
,
the
face
was
masculine
and
beamed
on
her
with
that
full
gaze
which
tells
her
on
whom
it
falls
that
she
is
too
interesting
for
the
slightest
movement
of
her
eyelid
to
pass
unnoticed
and
uninterpreted
.
The
vivid
presentation
came
like
a
pleasant
glow
to
Dorothea
:
she
felt
herself
smiling
,
and
turning
from
the
miniature
sat
down
and
looked
up
as
if
she
were
again
talking
to
a
figure
in
front
of
her
.
But
the
smile
disappeared
as
she
went
on
meditating
,
and
at
last
she
said
aloud
—
"
Oh
,
it
was
cruel
to
speak
so
!
How
sad
—
how
dreadful
!
"
She
rose
quickly
and
went
out
of
the
room
,
hurrying
along
the
corridor
,
with
the
irresistible
impulse
to
go
and
see
her
husband
and
inquire
if
she
could
do
anything
for
him
.
Perhaps
Mr.
Tucker
was
gone
and
Mr.
Casaubon
was
alone
in
the
library
.
She
felt
as
if
all
her
morning
's
gloom
would
vanish
if
she
could
see
her
husband
glad
because
of
her
presence
.
But
when
she
reached
the
head
of
the
dark
oak
there
was
Celia
coming
up
,
and
below
there
was
Mr.
Brooke
,
exchanging
welcomes
and
congratulations
with
Mr.
Casaubon
.
"
Dodo
!
"
said
Celia
,
in
her
quiet
staccato
;
then
kissed
her
sister
,
whose
arms
encircled
her
,
and
said
no
more
.
I
think
they
both
cried
a
little
in
a
furtive
manner
,
while
Dorothea
ran
down-stairs
to
greet
her
uncle
.
"
I
need
not
ask
how
you
are
,
my
dear
,
"
said
Mr.
Brooke
,
after
kissing
her
forehead
.
"
Rome
has
agreed
with
you
,
I
see
—
happiness
,
frescos
,
the
antique
—
that
sort
of
thing
.
Well
,
it
's
very
pleasant
to
have
you
back
again
,
and
you
understand
all
about
art
now
,
eh
?
But
Casaubon
is
a
little
pale
,
I
tell
him
—
a
little
pale
,
you
know
.
Studying
hard
in
his
holidays
is
carrying
it
rather
too
far
.
I
overdid
it
at
one
time
"
—
Mr
.
Brooke
still
held
Dorothea
's
hand
,
but
had
turned
his
face
to
Mr.
Casaubon
—
"
about
topography
,
ruins
,
temples
—
I
thought
I
had
a
clew
,
but
I
saw
it
would
carry
me
too
far
,
and
nothing
might
come
of
it
.
You
may
go
any
length
in
that
sort
of
thing
,
and
nothing
may
come
of
it
,
you
know
.
"
Dorothea
's
eyes
also
were
turned
up
to
her
husband
's
face
with
some
anxiety
at
the
idea
that
those
who
saw
him
afresh
after
absence
might
be
aware
of
signs
which
she
had
not
noticed
.
"
Nothing
to
alarm
you
,
my
dear
,
"
said
Mr.
Brooke
,
observing
her
expression
.
"
A
little
English
beef
and
mutton
will
soon
make
a
difference
.
It
was
all
very
well
to
look
pale
,
sitting
for
the
portrait
of
Aquinas
,
you
know
—
we
got
your
letter
just
in
time
.
But
Aquinas
,
now
—
he
was
a
little
too
subtle
,
was
n't
he
?
Does
anybody
read
Aquinas
?
"
"
He
is
not
indeed
an
author
adapted
to
superficial
minds
,
"
said
Mr.
Casaubon
,
meeting
these
timely
questions
with
dignified
patience
.
"
You
would
like
coffee
in
your
own
room
,
uncle
?
"
said
Dorothea
,
coming
to
the
rescue
.
"
Yes
;
and
you
must
go
to
Celia
:
she
has
great
news
to
tell
you
,
you
know
.
I
leave
it
all
to
her
.
"
The
blue-green
boudoir
looked
much
more
cheerful
when
Celia
was
seated
there
in
a
pelisse
exactly
like
her
sister
's
,
surveying
the
cameos
with
a
placid
satisfaction
,
while
the
conversation
passed
on
to
other
topics
.
"
Do
you
think
it
nice
to
go
to
Rome
on
a
wedding
journey
?
"
said
Celia
,
with
her
ready
delicate
blush
which
Dorothea
was
used
to
on
the
smallest
occasions
.
"
It
would
not
suit
all
—
not
you
,
dear
,
for
example
,
"
said
Dorothea
,
quietly
.
No
one
would
ever
know
what
she
thought
of
a
wedding
journey
to
Rome
.
"
Mrs.
Cadwallader
says
it
is
nonsense
,
people
going
a
long
journey
when
they
are
married
.
She
says
they
get
tired
to
death
of
each
other
,
and
ca
n't
quarrel
comfortably
,
as
they
would
at
home
.
And
Lady
Chettam
says
she
went
to
Bath
.
"
Celia
's
colour
changed
again
and
again
—
seemed
"
To
come
and
go
with
tidings
from
the
heart
,
As
it
a
running
messenger
had
been
.
"
It
must
mean
more
than
Celia
's
blushing
usually
did
.
"
Celia
!
has
something
happened
?
"
said
Dorothea
,
in
a
tone
full
of
sisterly
feeling
.
"
Have
you
really
any
great
news
to
tell
me
?
"
"
It
was
because
you
went
away
,
Dodo
.
Then
there
was
nobody
but
me
for
Sir
James
to
talk
to
,
"
said
Celia
,
with
a
certain
roguishness
in
her
eyes
.
"
I
understand
.
It
is
as
I
used
to
hope
and
believe
,
"
said
Dorothea
,
taking
her
sister
's
face
between
her
hands
,
and
looking
at
her
half
anxiously
.
Celia
's
marriage
seemed
more
serious
than
it
used
to
do
.
"
It
was
only
three
days
ago
,
"
said
Celia
.
"
And
Lady
Chettam
is
very
kind
.
"
"
And
you
are
very
happy
?
"
"
Yes
.
We
are
not
going
to
be
married
yet
.
Because
every
thing
is
to
be
got
ready
.
And
I
do
n't
want
to
be
married
so
very
soon
,
because
I
think
it
is
nice
to
be
engaged
.
And
we
shall
be
married
all
our
lives
after
.
"
"
I
do
believe
you
could
not
marry
better
,
Kitty
.
Sir
James
is
a
good
,
honourable
man
,
"
said
Dorothea
,
warmly
.
"
He
has
gone
on
with
the
cottages
,
Dodo
.
He
will
tell
you
about
them
when
he
comes
.
Shall
you
be
glad
to
see
him
?
"
"
Of
course
I
shall
.
How
can
you
ask
me
?
"
"
Only
I
was
afraid
you
would
be
getting
so
learned
,
"
said
Celia
,
regarding
Mr.
Casaubon
's
learning
as
a
kind
of
damp
which
might
in
due
time
saturate
a
neighboring
body
.
CHAPTER
XXIX
.
"
I
found
that
no
genius
in
another
could
please
me
.
My
unfortunate
paradoxes
had
entirely
dried
up
that
source
of
comfort
.
"
—
GOLDSMITH
.
One
morning
,
some
weeks
after
her
arrival
at
Lowick
,
Dorothea
—
but
why
always
Dorothea
?
Was
her
point
of
view
the
only
possible
one
with
regard
to
this
marriage
?
I
protest
against
all
our
interest
,
all
our
effort
at
understanding
being
given
to
the
young
skins
that
look
blooming
in
spite
of
trouble
;
for
these
too
will
get
faded
,
and
will
know
the
older
and
more
eating
griefs
which
we
are
helping
to
neglect
.
In
spite
of
the
blinking
eyes
and
white
moles
objectionable
to
Celia
,
and
the
want
of
muscular
curve
which
was
morally
painful
to
Sir
James
,
Mr.
Casaubon
had
an
intense
consciousness
within
him
,
and
was
spiritually
a-hungered
like
the
rest
of
us
.
He
had
done
nothing
exceptional
in
marrying
—
nothing
but
what
society
sanctions
,
and
considers
an
occasion
for
wreaths
and
bouquets
.
It
had
occurred
to
him
that
he
must
not
any
longer
defer
his
intention
of
matrimony
,
and
he
had
reflected
that
in
taking
a
wife
,
a
man
of
good
position
should
expect
and
carefully
choose
a
blooming
young
lady
—
the
younger
the
better
,
because
more
educable
and
submissive
—
of
a
rank
equal
to
his
own
,
of
religious
principles
,
virtuous
disposition
,
and
good
understanding
.
On
such
a
young
lady
he
would
make
handsome
settlements
,
and
he
would
neglect
no
arrangement
for
her
happiness
:
in
return
,
he
should
receive
family
pleasures
and
leave
behind
him
that
copy
of
himself
which
seemed
so
urgently
required
of
a
man
—
to
the
sonneteers
of
the
sixteenth
century
.
Times
had
altered
since
then
,
and
no
sonneteer
had
insisted
on
Mr.
Casaubon
's
leaving
a
copy
of
himself
;
moreover
,
he
had
not
yet
succeeded
in
issuing
copies
of
his
mythological
key
;
but
he
had
always
intended
to
acquit
himself
by
marriage
,
and
the
sense
that
he
was
fast
leaving
the
years
behind
him
,
that
the
world
was
getting
dimmer
and
that
he
felt
lonely
,
was
a
reason
to
him
for
losing
no
more
time
in
overtaking
domestic
delights
before
they
too
were
left
behind
by
the
years
.
And
when
he
had
seen
Dorothea
he
believed
that
he
had
found
even
more
than
he
demanded
:
she
might
really
be
such
a
helpmate
to
him
as
would
enable
him
to
dispense
with
a
hired
secretary
,
an
aid
which
Mr.
Casaubon
had
never
yet
employed
and
had
a
suspicious
dread
of
.
(
Mr.
Casaubon
was
nervously
conscious
that
he
was
expected
to
manifest
a
powerful
mind
.
)
Providence
,
in
its
kindness
,
had
supplied
him
with
the
wife
he
needed
.
A
wife
,
a
modest
young
lady
,
with
the
purely
appreciative
,
unambitious
abilities
of
her
sex
,
is
sure
to
think
her
husband
's
mind
powerful
.
Whether
Providence
had
taken
equal
care
of
Miss
Brooke
in
presenting
her
with
Mr.
Casaubon
was
an
idea
which
could
hardly
occur
to
him
.
Society
never
made
the
preposterous
demand
that
a
man
should
think
as
much
about
his
own
qualifications
for
making
a
charming
girl
happy
as
he
thinks
of
hers
for
making
himself
happy
.
As
if
a
man
could
choose
not
only
his
wife
but
his
wife
's
husband
!
Or
as
if
he
were
bound
to
provide
charms
for
his
posterity
in
his
own
person
!
—
When
Dorothea
accepted
him
with
effusion
,
that
was
only
natural
;
and
Mr.
Casaubon
believed
that
his
happiness
was
going
to
begin
.
He
had
not
had
much
foretaste
of
happiness
in
his
previous
life
.
To
know
intense
joy
without
a
strong
bodily
frame
,
one
must
have
an
enthusiastic
soul
.
Mr.
Casaubon
had
never
had
a
strong
bodily
frame
,
and
his
soul
was
sensitive
without
being
enthusiastic
:
it
was
too
languid
to
thrill
out
of
self-consciousness
into
passionate
delight
;
it
went
on
fluttering
in
the
swampy
ground
where
it
was
hatched
,
thinking
of
its
wings
and
never
flying
.
His
experience
was
of
that
pitiable
kind
which
shrinks
from
pity
,
and
fears
most
of
all
that
it
should
be
known
:
it
was
that
proud
narrow
sensitiveness
which
has
not
mass
enough
to
spare
for
transformation
into
sympathy
,
and
quivers
thread-like
in
small
currents
of
self-preoccupation
or
at
best
of
an
egoistic
scrupulosity
.
And
Mr.
Casaubon
had
many
scruples
:
he
was
capable
of
a
severe
self-restraint
;
he
was
resolute
in
being
a
man
of
honour
according
to
the
code
;
he
would
be
unimpeachable
by
any
recognized
opinion
.
In
conduct
these
ends
had
been
attained
;
but
the
difficulty
of
making
his
Key
to
all
Mythologies
unimpeachable
weighed
like
lead
upon
his
mind
;
and
the
pamphlets
—
or
"
Parerga
"
as
he
called
them
—
by
which
he
tested
his
public
and
deposited
small
monumental
records
of
his
march
,
were
far
from
having
been
seen
in
all
their
significance
.
He
suspected
the
Archdeacon
of
not
having
read
them
;
he
was
in
painful
doubt
as
to
what
was
really
thought
of
them
by
the
leading
minds
of
Brasenose
,
and
bitterly
convinced
that
his
old
acquaintance
Carp
had
been
the
writer
of
that
depreciatory
recension
which
was
kept
locked
in
a
small
drawer
of
Mr.
Casaubon
's
desk
,
and
also
in
a
dark
closet
of
his
verbal
memory
.
These
were
heavy
impressions
to
struggle
against
,
and
brought
that
melancholy
embitterment
which
is
the
consequence
of
all
excessive
claim
:
even
his
religious
faith
wavered
with
his
wavering
trust
in
his
own
authorship
,
and
the
consolations
of
the
Christian
hope
in
immortality
seemed
to
lean
on
the
immortality
of
the
still
unwritten
Key
to
all
Mythologies
.
For
my
part
I
am
very
sorry
for
him
.
It
is
an
uneasy
lot
at
best
,
to
be
what
we
call
highly
taught
and
yet
not
to
enjoy
:
to
be
present
at
this
great
spectacle
of
life
and
never
to
be
liberated
from
a
small
hungry
shivering
self
—
never
to
be
fully
possessed
by
the
glory
we
behold
,
never
to
have
our
consciousness
rapturously
transformed
into
the
vividness
of
a
thought
,
the
ardor
of
a
passion
,
the
energy
of
an
action
,
but
always
to
be
scholarly
and
uninspired
,
ambitious
and
timid
,
scrupulous
and
dim-sighted
.
Becoming
a
dean
or
even
a
bishop
would
make
little
difference
,
I
fear
,
to
Mr.
Casaubon
's
uneasiness
.
Doubtless
some
ancient
Greek
has
observed
that
behind
the
big
mask
and
the
speaking-trumpet
,
there
must
always
be
our
poor
little
eyes
peeping
as
usual
and
our
timorous
lips
more
or
less
under
anxious
control
.
To
this
mental
estate
mapped
out
a
quarter
of
a
century
before
,
to
sensibilities
thus
fenced
in
,
Mr.
Casaubon
had
thought
of
annexing
happiness
with
a
lovely
young
bride
;
but
even
before
marriage
,
as
we
have
seen
,
he
found
himself
under
a
new
depression
in
the
consciousness
that
the
new
bliss
was
not
blissful
to
him
.
Inclination
yearned
back
to
its
old
,
easier
custom
.
And
the
deeper
he
went
in
domesticity
the
more
did
the
sense
of
acquitting
himself
and
acting
with
propriety
predominate
over
any
other
satisfaction
.
Marriage
,
like
religion
and
erudition
,
nay
,
like
authorship
itself
,
was
fated
to
become
an
outward
requirement
,
and
Edward
Casaubon
was
bent
on
fulfilling
unimpeachably
all
requirements
.
Even
drawing
Dorothea
into
use
in
his
study
,
according
to
his
own
intention
before
marriage
,
was
an
effort
which
he
was
always
tempted
to
defer
,
and
but
for
her
pleading
insistence
it
might
never
have
begun
.
But
she
had
succeeded
in
making
it
a
matter
of
course
that
she
should
take
her
place
at
an
early
hour
in
the
library
and
have
work
either
of
reading
aloud
or
copying
assigned
her
.
The
work
had
been
easier
to
define
because
Mr.
Casaubon
had
adopted
an
immediate
intention
:
there
was
to
be
a
new
Parergon
,
a
small
monograph
on
some
lately
traced
indications
concerning
the
Egyptian
mysteries
whereby
certain
assertions
of
Warburton
's
could
be
corrected
.
References
were
extensive
even
here
,
but
not
altogether
shoreless
;
and
sentences
were
actually
to
be
written
in
the
shape
wherein
they
would
be
scanned
by
Brasenose
and
a
less
formidable
posterity
.
These
minor
monumental
productions
were
always
exciting
to
Mr.
Casaubon
;
digestion
was
made
difficult
by
the
interference
of
citations
,
or
by
the
rivalry
of
dialectical
phrases
ringing
against
each
other
in
his
brain
.
And
from
the
first
there
was
to
be
a
Latin
dedication
about
which
everything
was
uncertain
except
that
it
was
not
to
be
addressed
to
Carp
:
it
was
a
poisonous
regret
to
Mr.
Casaubon
that
he
had
once
addressed
a
dedication
to
Carp
in
which
he
had
numbered
that
member
of
the
animal
kingdom
among
the
viros
nullo
aevo
perituros
,
a
mistake
which
would
infallibly
lay
the
dedicator
open
to
ridicule
in
the
next
age
,
and
might
even
be
chuckled
over
by
Pike
and
Tench
in
the
present
.
Thus
Mr.
Casaubon
was
in
one
of
his
busiest
epochs
,
and
as
I
began
to
say
a
little
while
ago
,
Dorothea
joined
him
early
in
the
library
where
he
had
breakfasted
alone
.
Celia
at
this
time
was
on
a
second
visit
to
Lowick
,
probably
the
last
before
her
marriage
,
and
was
in
the
drawing-room
expecting
Sir
James
.
Dorothea
had
learned
to
read
the
signs
of
her
husband
's
mood
,
and
she
saw
that
the
morning
had
become
more
foggy
there
during
the
last
hour
.
She
was
going
silently
to
her
desk
when
he
said
,
in
that
distant
tone
which
implied
that
he
was
discharging
a
disagreeable
duty
—
"
Dorothea
,
here
is
a
letter
for
you
,
which
was
enclosed
in
one
addressed
to
me
.
"
It
was
a
letter
of
two
pages
,
and
she
immediately
looked
at
the
signature
.
"
Mr.
Ladislaw
!
What
can
he
have
to
say
to
me
?
"
she
exclaimed
,
in
a
tone
of
pleased
surprise
.
"
But
,
"
she
added
,
looking
at
Mr.
Casaubon
,
"
I
can
imagine
what
he
has
written
to
you
about
.
"
"
You
can
,
if
you
please
,
read
the
letter
,
"
said
Mr.
Casaubon
,
severely
pointing
to
it
with
his
pen
,
and
not
looking
at
her
.
"
But
I
may
as
well
say
beforehand
,
that
I
must
decline
the
proposal
it
contains
to
pay
a
visit
here
.
I
trust
I
may
be
excused
for
desiring
an
interval
of
complete
freedom
from
such
distractions
as
have
been
hitherto
inevitable
,
and
especially
from
guests
whose
desultory
vivacity
makes
their
presence
a
fatigue
.
"
There
had
been
no
clashing
of
temper
between
Dorothea
and
her
husband
since
that
little
explosion
in
Rome
,
which
had
left
such
strong
traces
in
her
mind
that
it
had
been
easier
ever
since
to
quell
emotion
than
to
incur
the
consequence
of
venting
it
.
But
this
ill-tempered
anticipation
that
she
could
desire
visits
which
might
be
disagreeable
to
her
husband
,
this
gratuitous
defence
of
himself
against
selfish
complaint
on
her
part
,
was
too
sharp
a
sting
to
be
meditated
on
until
after
it
had
been
resented
.
Dorothea
had
thought
that
she
could
have
been
patient
with
John
Milton
,
but
she
had
never
imagined
him
behaving
in
this
way
;
and
for
a
moment
Mr.
Casaubon
seemed
to
be
stupidly
undiscerning
and
odiously
unjust
.
Pity
,
that
"
new-born
babe
"
which
was
by-and-by
to
rule
many
a
storm
within
her
,
did
not
"
stride
the
blast
"
on
this
occasion
.
With
her
first
words
,
uttered
in
a
tone
that
shook
him
,
she
startled
Mr.
Casaubon
into
looking
at
her
,
and
meeting
the
flash
of
her
eyes
.
"
Why
do
you
attribute
to
me
a
wish
for
anything
that
would
annoy
you
?
You
speak
to
me
as
if
I
were
something
you
had
to
contend
against
.
Wait
at
least
till
I
appear
to
consult
my
own
pleasure
apart
from
yours
.
"
"
Dorothea
,
you
are
hasty
,
"
answered
Mr.
Casaubon
,
nervously
.
Decidedly
,
this
woman
was
too
young
to
be
on
the
formidable
level
of
wifehood
—
unless
she
had
been
pale
and
featureless
and
taken
everything
for
granted
.
"
I
think
it
was
you
who
were
first
hasty
in
your
false
suppositions
about
my
feeling
,
"
said
Dorothea
,
in
the
same
tone
.
The
fire
was
not
dissipated
yet
,
and
she
thought
it
was
ignoble
in
her
husband
not
to
apologize
to
her
.
"
We
will
,
if
you
please
,
say
no
more
on
this
subject
,
Dorothea
.
I
have
neither
leisure
nor
energy
for
this
kind
of
debate
.
"
Here
Mr.
Casaubon
dipped
his
pen
and
made
as
if
he
would
return
to
his
writing
,
though
his
hand
trembled
so
much
that
the
words
seemed
to
be
written
in
an
unknown
character
.
There
are
answers
which
,
in
turning
away
wrath
,
only
send
it
to
the
other
end
of
the
room
,
and
to
have
a
discussion
coolly
waived
when
you
feel
that
justice
is
all
on
your
own
side
is
even
more
exasperating
in
marriage
than
in
philosophy
.
Dorothea
left
Ladislaw
's
two
letters
unread
on
her
husband
's
writing-table
and
went
to
her
own
place
,
the
scorn
and
indignation
within
her
rejecting
the
reading
of
these
letters
,
just
as
we
hurl
away
any
trash
towards
which
we
seem
to
have
been
suspected
of
mean
cupidity
.
She
did
not
in
the
least
divine
the
subtle
sources
of
her
husband
's
bad
temper
about
these
letters
:
she
only
knew
that
they
had
caused
him
to
offend
her
.
She
began
to
work
at
once
,
and
her
hand
did
not
tremble
;
on
the
contrary
,
in
writing
out
the
quotations
which
had
been
given
to
her
the
day
before
,
she
felt
that
she
was
forming
her
letters
beautifully
,
and
it
seemed
to
her
that
she
saw
the
construction
of
the
Latin
she
was
copying
,
and
which
she
was
beginning
to
understand
,
more
clearly
than
usual
.
In
her
indignation
there
was
a
sense
of
superiority
,
but
it
went
out
for
the
present
in
firmness
of
stroke
,
and
did
not
compress
itself
into
an
inward
articulate
voice
pronouncing
the
once
"
affable
archangel
"
a
poor
creature
.
There
had
been
this
apparent
quiet
for
half
an
hour
,
and
Dorothea
had
not
looked
away
from
her
own
table
,
when
she
heard
the
loud
bang
of
a
book
on
the
floor
,
and
turning
quickly
saw
Mr.
Casaubon
on
the
library
steps
clinging
forward
as
if
he
were
in
some
bodily
distress
.
She
started
up
and
bounded
towards
him
in
an
instant
:
he
was
evidently
in
great
straits
for
breath
.
Jumping
on
a
stool
she
got
close
to
his
elbow
and
said
with
her
whole
soul
melted
into
tender
alarm
—
"
Can
you
lean
on
me
,
dear
?
"
He
was
still
for
two
or
three
minutes
,
which
seemed
endless
to
her
,
unable
to
speak
or
move
,
gasping
for
breath
.
When
at
last
he
descended
the
three
steps
and
fell
backward
in
the
large
chair
which
Dorothea
had
drawn
close
to
the
foot
of
the
ladder
,
he
no
longer
gasped
but
seemed
helpless
and
about
to
faint
.
Dorothea
rang
the
bell
violently
,
and
presently
Mr.
Casaubon
was
helped
to
the
couch
:
he
did
not
faint
,
and
was
gradually
reviving
,
when
Sir
James
Chettam
came
in
,
having
been
met
in
the
hall
with
the
news
that
Mr.
Casaubon
had
"
had
a
fit
in
the
library
.
"
"
Good
God
!
this
is
just
what
might
have
been
expected
,
"
was
his
immediate
thought
.
If
his
prophetic
soul
had
been
urged
to
particularize
,
it
seemed
to
him
that
"
fits
"
would
have
been
the
definite
expression
alighted
upon
.
He
asked
his
informant
,
the
butler
,
whether
the
doctor
had
been
sent
for
.
The
butler
never
knew
his
master
to
want
the
doctor
before
;
but
would
it
not
be
right
to
send
for
a
physician
?
When
Sir
James
entered
the
library
,
however
,
Mr.
Casaubon
could
make
some
signs
of
his
usual
politeness
,
and
Dorothea
,
who
in
the
reaction
from
her
first
terror
had
been
kneeling
and
sobbing
by
his
side
now
rose
and
herself
proposed
that
some
one
should
ride
off
for
a
medical
man
.
"
I
recommend
you
to
send
for
Lydgate
,
"
said
Sir
James
.
"
My
mother
has
called
him
in
,
and
she
has
found
him
uncommonly
clever
.
She
has
had
a
poor
opinion
of
the
physicians
since
my
father
's
death
.
"
Dorothea
appealed
to
her
husband
,
and
he
made
a
silent
sign
of
approval
.
So
Mr.
Lydgate
was
sent
for
and
he
came
wonderfully
soon
,
for
the
messenger
,
who
was
Sir
James
Chettam
's
man
and
knew
Mr.
Lydgate
,
met
him
leading
his
horse
along
the
Lowick
road
and
giving
his
arm
to
Miss
Vincy
.
Celia
,
in
the
drawing-room
,
had
known
nothing
of
the
trouble
till
Sir
James
told
her
of
it
.
After
Dorothea
's
account
,
he
no
longer
considered
the
illness
a
fit
,
but
still
something
"
of
that
nature
.
"
"
Poor
dear
Dodo
—
how
dreadful
!
"
said
Celia
,
feeling
as
much
grieved
as
her
own
perfect
happiness
would
allow
.
Her
little
hands
were
clasped
,
and
enclosed
by
Sir
James
's
as
a
bud
is
enfolded
by
a
liberal
calyx
.
"
It
is
very
shocking
that
Mr.
Casaubon
should
be
ill
;
but
I
never
did
like
him
.
And
I
think
he
is
not
half
fond
enough
of
Dorothea
;
and
he
ought
to
be
,
for
I
am
sure
no
one
else
would
have
had
him
—
do
you
think
they
would
?
"
"
I
always
thought
it
a
horrible
sacrifice
of
your
sister
,
"
said
Sir
James
.
"
Yes
.
But
poor
Dodo
never
did
do
what
other
people
do
,
and
I
think
she
never
will
.
"
"
She
is
a
noble
creature
,
"
said
the
loyal-hearted
Sir
James
.
He
had
just
had
a
fresh
impression
of
this
kind
,
as
he
had
seen
Dorothea
stretching
her
tender
arm
under
her
husband
's
neck
and
looking
at
him
with
unspeakable
sorrow
.
He
did
not
know
how
much
penitence
there
was
in
the
sorrow
.
"
Yes
,
"
said
Celia
,
thinking
it
was
very
well
for
Sir
James
to
say
so
,
but
he
would
not
have
been
comfortable
with
Dodo
.
"
Shall
I
go
to
her
?
Could
I
help
her
,
do
you
think
?
"
"
I
think
it
would
be
well
for
you
just
to
go
and
see
her
before
Lydgate
comes
,
"
said
Sir
James
,
magnanimously
.
"
Only
do
n't
stay
long
.
"
While
Celia
was
gone
he
walked
up
and
down
remembering
what
he
had
originally
felt
about
Dorothea
's
engagement
,
and
feeling
a
revival
of
his
disgust
at
Mr.
Brooke
's
indifference
.
If
Cadwallader
—
if
every
one
else
had
regarded
the
affair
as
he
,
Sir
James
,
had
done
,
the
marriage
might
have
been
hindered
.
It
was
wicked
to
let
a
young
girl
blindly
decide
her
fate
in
that
way
,
without
any
effort
to
save
her
.
Sir
James
had
long
ceased
to
have
any
regrets
on
his
own
account
:
his
heart
was
satisfied
with
his
engagement
to
Celia
.
But
he
had
a
chivalrous
nature
(
was
not
the
disinterested
service
of
woman
among
the
ideal
glories
of
old
chivalry
?
)
:
his
disregarded
love
had
not
turned
to
bitterness
;
its
death
had
made
sweet
odors
—
floating
memories
that
clung
with
a
consecrating
effect
to
Dorothea
.
He
could
remain
her
brotherly
friend
,
interpreting
her
actions
with
generous
trustfulness
.
CHAPTER
XXX
.
"
Qui
veut
delasser
hors
de
propos
,
lasse
.
"
—
PASCAL
.
Mr.
Casaubon
had
no
second
attack
of
equal
severity
with
the
first
,
and
in
a
few
days
began
to
recover
his
usual
condition
.
But
Lydgate
seemed
to
think
the
case
worth
a
great
deal
of
attention
.
He
not
only
used
his
stethoscope
(
which
had
not
become
a
matter
of
course
in
practice
at
that
time
)
,
but
sat
quietly
by
his
patient
and
watched
him
.
To
Mr.
Casaubon
's
questions
about
himself
,
he
replied
that
the
source
of
the
illness
was
the
common
error
of
intellectual
men
—
a
too
eager
and
monotonous
application
:
the
remedy
was
,
to
be
satisfied
with
moderate
work
,
and
to
seek
variety
of
relaxation
.
Mr.
Brooke
,
who
sat
by
on
one
occasion
,
suggested
that
Mr.
Casaubon
should
go
fishing
,
as
Cadwallader
did
,
and
have
a
turning-room
,
make
toys
,
table-legs
,
and
that
kind
of
thing
.
"
In
short
,
you
recommend
me
to
anticipate
the
arrival
of
my
second
childhood
,
"
said
poor
Mr.
Casaubon
,
with
some
bitterness
.
"
These
things
,
"
he
added
,
looking
at
Lydgate
,
"
would
be
to
me
such
relaxation
as
tow-picking
is
to
prisoners
in
a
house
of
correction
.
"
"
I
confess
,
"
said
Lydgate
,
smiling
,
"
amusement
is
rather
an
unsatisfactory
prescription
.
It
is
something
like
telling
people
to
keep
up
their
spirits
.
Perhaps
I
had
better
say
,
that
you
must
submit
to
be
mildly
bored
rather
than
to
go
on
working
.
"
"
Yes
,
yes
,
"
said
Mr.
Brooke
.
"
Get
Dorothea
to
play
backgammon
with
you
in
the
evenings
.
And
shuttlecock
,
now
—
I
do
n't
know
a
finer
game
than
shuttlecock
for
the
daytime
.
I
remember
it
all
the
fashion
.
To
be
sure
,
your
eyes
might
not
stand
that
,
Casaubon
.
But
you
must
unbend
,
you
know
.
Why
,
you
might
take
to
some
light
study
:
conchology
,
now
:
I
always
think
that
must
be
a
light
study
.
Or
get
Dorothea
to
read
you
light
things
,
Smollett
—
'
Roderick
Random
,
'
'
Humphrey
Clinker
:
'
they
are
a
little
broad
,
but
she
may
read
anything
now
she
's
married
,
you
know
.
I
remember
they
made
me
laugh
uncommonly
—
there
's
a
droll
bit
about
a
postilion
's
breeches
.
We
have
no
such
humor
now
.
I
have
gone
through
all
these
things
,
but
they
might
be
rather
new
to
you
.
"
"
As
new
as
eating
thistles
,
"
would
have
been
an
answer
to
represent
Mr.
Casaubon
's
feelings
.
But
he
only
bowed
resignedly
,
with
due
respect
to
his
wife
's
uncle
,
and
observed
that
doubtless
the
works
he
mentioned
had
"
served
as
a
resource
to
a
certain
order
of
minds
.
"
"
You
see
,
"
said
the
able
magistrate
to
Lydgate
,
when
they
were
outside
the
door
,
"
Casaubon
has
been
a
little
narrow
:
it
leaves
him
rather
at
a
loss
when
you
forbid
him
his
particular
work
,
which
I
believe
is
something
very
deep
indeed
—
in
the
line
of
research
,
you
know
.
I
would
never
give
way
to
that
;
I
was
always
versatile
.
But
a
clergyman
is
tied
a
little
tight
.
If
they
would
make
him
a
bishop
,
now
!
—
he
did
a
very
good
pamphlet
for
Peel
.
He
would
have
more
movement
then
,
more
show
;
he
might
get
a
little
flesh
.
But
I
recommend
you
to
talk
to
Mrs.
Casaubon
.
She
is
clever
enough
for
anything
,
is
my
niece
.
Tell
her
,
her
husband
wants
liveliness
,
diversion
:
put
her
on
amusing
tactics
.
"
Without
Mr.
Brooke
's
advice
,
Lydgate
had
determined
on
speaking
to
Dorothea
.
She
had
not
been
present
while
her
uncle
was
throwing
out
his
pleasant
suggestions
as
to
the
mode
in
which
life
at
Lowick
might
be
enlivened
,
but
she
was
usually
by
her
husband
's
side
,
and
the
unaffected
signs
of
intense
anxiety
in
her
face
and
voice
about
whatever
touched
his
mind
or
health
,
made
a
drama
which
Lydgate
was
inclined
to
watch
.
He
said
to
himself
that
he
was
only
doing
right
in
telling
her
the
truth
about
her
husband
's
probable
future
,
but
he
certainly
thought
also
that
it
would
be
interesting
to
talk
confidentially
with
her
.
A
medical
man
likes
to
make
psychological
observations
,
and
sometimes
in
the
pursuit
of
such
studies
is
too
easily
tempted
into
momentous
prophecy
which
life
and
death
easily
set
at
nought
.
Lydgate
had
often
been
satirical
on
this
gratuitous
prediction
,
and
he
meant
now
to
be
guarded
.
He
asked
for
Mrs.
Casaubon
,
but
being
told
that
she
was
out
walking
,
he
was
going
away
,
when
Dorothea
and
Celia
appeared
,
both
glowing
from
their
struggle
with
the
March
wind
.
When
Lydgate
begged
to
speak
with
her
alone
,
Dorothea
opened
the
library
door
which
happened
to
be
the
nearest
,
thinking
of
nothing
at
the
moment
but
what
he
might
have
to
say
about
Mr.
Casaubon
.
It
was
the
first
time
she
had
entered
this
room
since
her
husband
had
been
taken
ill
,
and
the
servant
had
chosen
not
to
open
the
shutters
.
But
there
was
light
enough
to
read
by
from
the
narrow
upper
panes
of
the
windows
.
"
You
will
not
mind
this
sombre
light
,
"
said
Dorothea
,
standing
in
the
middle
of
the
room
.
"
Since
you
forbade
books
,
the
library
has
been
out
of
the
question
.
But
Mr.
Casaubon
will
soon
be
here
again
,
I
hope
.
Is
he
not
making
progress
?
"
"
Yes
,
much
more
rapid
progress
than
I
at
first
expected
.
Indeed
,
he
is
already
nearly
in
his
usual
state
of
health
.
"
"
You
do
not
fear
that
the
illness
will
return
?
"
said
Dorothea
,
whose
quick
ear
had
detected
some
significance
in
Lydgate
's
tone
.
"
Such
cases
are
peculiarly
difficult
to
pronounce
upon
,
"
said
Lydgate
.
"
The
only
point
on
which
I
can
be
confident
is
that
it
will
be
desirable
to
be
very
watchful
on
Mr.
Casaubon
's
account
,
lest
he
should
in
any
way
strain
his
nervous
power
.
"
"
I
beseech
you
to
speak
quite
plainly
,
"
said
Dorothea
,
in
an
imploring
tone
.
"
I
cannot
bear
to
think
that
there
might
be
something
which
I
did
not
know
,
and
which
,
if
I
had
known
it
,
would
have
made
me
act
differently
.
"
The
words
came
out
like
a
cry
:
it
was
evident
that
they
were
the
voice
of
some
mental
experience
which
lay
not
very
far
off
.
"
Sit
down
,
"
she
added
,
placing
herself
on
the
nearest
chair
,
and
throwing
off
her
bonnet
and
gloves
,
with
an
instinctive
discarding
of
formality
where
a
great
question
of
destiny
was
concerned
.
"
What
you
say
now
justifies
my
own
view
,
"
said
Lydgate
.
"
I
think
it
is
one
's
function
as
a
medical
man
to
hinder
regrets
of
that
sort
as
far
as
possible
.
But
I
beg
you
to
observe
that
Mr.
Casaubon
's
case
is
precisely
of
the
kind
in
which
the
issue
is
most
difficult
to
pronounce
upon
.
He
may
possibly
live
for
fifteen
years
or
more
,
without
much
worse
health
than
he
has
had
hitherto
.
"
Dorothea
had
turned
very
pale
,
and
when
Lydgate
paused
she
said
in
a
low
voice
,
"
You
mean
if
we
are
very
careful
.
"
"
Yes
—
careful
against
mental
agitation
of
all
kinds
,
and
against
excessive
application
.
"
"
He
would
be
miserable
,
if
he
had
to
give
up
his
work
,
"
said
Dorothea
,
with
a
quick
prevision
of
that
wretchedness
.
"
I
am
aware
of
that
.
The
only
course
is
to
try
by
all
means
,
direct
and
indirect
,
to
moderate
and
vary
his
occupations
.
With
a
happy
concurrence
of
circumstances
,
there
is
,
as
I
said
,
no
immediate
danger
from
that
affection
of
the
heart
,
which
I
believe
to
have
been
the
cause
of
his
late
attack
.
On
the
other
hand
,
it
is
possible
that
the
disease
may
develop
itself
more
rapidly
:
it
is
one
of
those
cases
in
which
death
is
sometimes
sudden
.
Nothing
should
be
neglected
which
might
be
affected
by
such
an
issue
.
"
There
was
silence
for
a
few
moments
,
while
Dorothea
sat
as
if
she
had
been
turned
to
marble
,
though
the
life
within
her
was
so
intense
that
her
mind
had
never
before
swept
in
brief
time
over
an
equal
range
of
scenes
and
motives
.
"
Help
me
,
pray
,
"
she
said
,
at
last
,
in
the
same
low
voice
as
before
.
"
Tell
me
what
I
can
do
.
"
"
What
do
you
think
of
foreign
travel
?
You
have
been
lately
in
Rome
,
I
think
.
"
The
memories
which
made
this
resource
utterly
hopeless
were
a
new
current
that
shook
Dorothea
out
of
her
pallid
immobility
.
"
Oh
,
that
would
not
do
—
that
would
be
worse
than
anything
,
"
she
said
with
a
more
childlike
despondency
,
while
the
tears
rolled
down
.
"
Nothing
will
be
of
any
use
that
he
does
not
enjoy
.
"
"
I
wish
that
I
could
have
spared
you
this
pain
,
"
said
Lydgate
,
deeply
touched
,
yet
wondering
about
her
marriage
.
Women
just
like
Dorothea
had
not
entered
into
his
traditions
.
"
It
was
right
of
you
to
tell
me
.
I
thank
you
for
telling
me
the
truth
.
"
"
I
wish
you
to
understand
that
I
shall
not
say
anything
to
enlighten
Mr.
Casaubon
himself
.
I
think
it
desirable
for
him
to
know
nothing
more
than
that
he
must
not
overwork
himself
,
and
must
observe
certain
rules
.
Anxiety
of
any
kind
would
be
precisely
the
most
unfavourable
condition
for
him
.
"
Lydgate
rose
,
and
Dorothea
mechanically
rose
at
the
same
time
,
unclasping
her
cloak
and
throwing
it
off
as
if
it
stifled
her
.
He
was
bowing
and
quitting
her
,
when
an
impulse
which
if
she
had
been
alone
would
have
turned
into
a
prayer
,
made
her
say
with
a
sob
in
her
voice
—
"
Oh
,
you
are
a
wise
man
,
are
you
not
?
You
know
all
about
life
and
death
.
Advise
me
.
Think
what
I
can
do
.
He
has
been
labouring
all
his
life
and
looking
forward
.
He
minds
about
nothing
else
.
—
And
I
mind
about
nothing
else
—
"
For
years
after
Lydgate
remembered
the
impression
produced
in
him
by
this
involuntary
appeal
—
this
cry
from
soul
to
soul
,
without
other
consciousness
than
their
moving
with
kindred
natures
in
the
same
embroiled
medium
,
the
same
troublous
fitfully
illuminated
life
.
But
what
could
he
say
now
except
that
he
should
see
Mr.
Casaubon
again
to-morrow
?
When
he
was
gone
,
Dorothea
's
tears
gushed
forth
,
and
relieved
her
stifling
oppression
.
Then
she
dried
her
eyes
,
reminded
that
her
distress
must
not
be
betrayed
to
her
husband
;
and
looked
round
the
room
thinking
that
she
must
order
the
servant
to
attend
to
it
as
usual
,
since
Mr.
Casaubon
might
now
at
any
moment
wish
to
enter
.
On
his
writing-table
there
were
letters
which
had
lain
untouched
since
the
morning
when
he
was
taken
ill
,
and
among
them
,
as
Dorothea
well
remembered
,
there
were
young
Ladislaw
's
letters
,
the
one
addressed
to
her
still
unopened
.
The
associations
of
these
letters
had
been
made
the
more
painful
by
that
sudden
attack
of
illness
which
she
felt
that
the
agitation
caused
by
her
anger
might
have
helped
to
bring
on
:
it
would
be
time
enough
to
read
them
when
they
were
again
thrust
upon
her
,
and
she
had
had
no
inclination
to
fetch
them
from
the
library
.
But
now
it
occurred
to
her
that
they
should
be
put
out
of
her
husband
's
sight
:
whatever
might
have
been
the
sources
of
his
annoyance
about
them
,
he
must
,
if
possible
,
not
be
annoyed
again
;
and
she
ran
her
eyes
first
over
the
letter
addressed
to
him
to
assure
herself
whether
or
not
it
would
be
necessary
to
write
in
order
to
hinder
the
offensive
visit
.
Will
wrote
from
Rome
,
and
began
by
saying
that
his
obligations
to
Mr.
Casaubon
were
too
deep
for
all
thanks
not
to
seem
impertinent
.
It
was
plain
that
if
he
were
not
grateful
,
he
must
be
the
poorest-spirited
rascal
who
had
ever
found
a
generous
friend
.
To
expand
in
wordy
thanks
would
be
like
saying
,
"
I
am
honest
.
"
But
Will
had
come
to
perceive
that
his
defects
—
defects
which
Mr.
Casaubon
had
himself
often
pointed
to
—
needed
for
their
correction
that
more
strenuous
position
which
his
relative
's
generosity
had
hitherto
prevented
from
being
inevitable
.
He
trusted
that
he
should
make
the
best
return
,
if
return
were
possible
,
by
showing
the
effectiveness
of
the
education
for
which
he
was
indebted
,
and
by
ceasing
in
future
to
need
any
diversion
towards
himself
of
funds
on
which
others
might
have
a
better
claim
.
He
was
coming
to
England
,
to
try
his
fortune
,
as
many
other
young
men
were
obliged
to
do
whose
only
capital
was
in
their
brains
.
His
friend
Naumann
had
desired
him
to
take
charge
of
the
"
Dispute
"
—
the
picture
painted
for
Mr.
Casaubon
,
with
whose
permission
,
and
Mrs.
Casaubon
's
,
Will
would
convey
it
to
Lowick
in
person
.
A
letter
addressed
to
the
Poste
Restante
in
Paris
within
the
fortnight
would
hinder
him
,
if
necessary
,
from
arriving
at
an
inconvenient
moment
.
He
enclosed
a
letter
to
Mrs.
Casaubon
in
which
he
continued
a
discussion
about
art
,
begun
with
her
in
Rome
.
Opening
her
own
letter
Dorothea
saw
that
it
was
a
lively
continuation
of
his
remonstrance
with
her
fanatical
sympathy
and
her
want
of
sturdy
neutral
delight
in
things
as
they
were
—
an
outpouring
of
his
young
vivacity
which
it
was
impossible
to
read
just
now
.
She
had
immediately
to
consider
what
was
to
be
done
about
the
other
letter
:
there
was
still
time
perhaps
to
prevent
Will
from
coming
to
Lowick
.
Dorothea
ended
by
giving
the
letter
to
her
uncle
,
who
was
still
in
the
house
,
and
begging
him
to
let
Will
know
that
Mr.
Casaubon
had
been
ill
,
and
that
his
health
would
not
allow
the
reception
of
any
visitors
.
No
one
more
ready
than
Mr.
Brooke
to
write
a
letter
:
his
only
difficulty
was
to
write
a
short
one
,
and
his
ideas
in
this
case
expanded
over
the
three
large
pages
and
the
inward
foldings
.
He
had
simply
said
to
Dorothea
—
"
To
be
sure
,
I
will
write
,
my
dear
.
He
's
a
very
clever
young
fellow
—
this
young
Ladislaw
—
I
dare
say
will
be
a
rising
young
man
.
It
's
a
good
letter
—
marks
his
sense
of
things
,
you
know
.
However
,
I
will
tell
him
about
Casaubon
.
"
But
the
end
of
Mr.
Brooke
's
pen
was
a
thinking
organ
,
evolving
sentences
,
especially
of
a
benevolent
kind
,
before
the
rest
of
his
mind
could
well
overtake
them
.
It
expressed
regrets
and
proposed
remedies
,
which
,
when
Mr.
Brooke
read
them
,
seemed
felicitously
worded
—
surprisingly
the
right
thing
,
and
determined
a
sequel
which
he
had
never
before
thought
of
.
In
this
case
,
his
pen
found
it
such
a
pity
young
Ladislaw
should
not
have
come
into
the
neighborhood
just
at
that
time
,
in
order
that
Mr.
Brooke
might
make
his
acquaintance
more
fully
,
and
that
they
might
go
over
the
long-neglected
Italian
drawings
together
—
it
also
felt
such
an
interest
in
a
young
man
who
was
starting
in
life
with
a
stock
of
ideas
—
that
by
the
end
of
the
second
page
it
had
persuaded
Mr.
Brooke
to
invite
young
Ladislaw
,
since
he
could
not
be
received
at
Lowick
,
to
come
to
Tipton
Grange
.
Why
not
?
They
could
find
a
great
many
things
to
do
together
,
and
this
was
a
period
of
peculiar
growth
—
the
political
horizon
was
expanding
,
and
—
in
short
,
Mr.
Brooke
's
pen
went
off
into
a
little
speech
which
it
had
lately
reported
for
that
imperfectly
edited
organ
the
"
Middlemarch
Pioneer
.
"
While
Mr.
Brooke
was
sealing
this
letter
,
he
felt
elated
with
an
influx
of
dim
projects
:
—
a
young
man
capable
of
putting
ideas
into
form
,
the
"
Pioneer
"
purchased
to
clear
the
pathway
for
a
new
candidate
,
documents
utilized
—
who
knew
what
might
come
of
it
all
?
Since
Celia
was
going
to
marry
immediately
,
it
would
be
very
pleasant
to
have
a
young
fellow
at
table
with
him
,
at
least
for
a
time
.
But
he
went
away
without
telling
Dorothea
what
he
had
put
into
the
letter
,
for
she
was
engaged
with
her
husband
,
and
—
in
fact
,
these
things
were
of
no
importance
to
her
.
CHAPTER
XXXI
.
How
will
you
know
the
pitch
of
that
great
bell
Too
large
for
you
to
stir
?
Let
but
a
flute
Play
'
neath
the
fine-mixed
metal
:
listen
close
Till
the
right
note
flows
forth
,
a
silvery
rill
:
Then
shall
the
huge
bell
tremble
—
then
the
mass
With
myriad
waves
concurrent
shall
respond
In
low
soft
unison
.
Lydgate
that
evening
spoke
to
Miss
Vincy
of
Mrs.
Casaubon
,
and
laid
some
emphasis
on
the
strong
feeling
she
appeared
to
have
for
that
formal
studious
man
thirty
years
older
than
herself
.
"
Of
course
she
is
devoted
to
her
husband
,
"
said
Rosamond
,
implying
a
notion
of
necessary
sequence
which
the
scientific
man
regarded
as
the
prettiest
possible
for
a
woman
;
but
she
was
thinking
at
the
same
time
that
it
was
not
so
very
melancholy
to
be
mistress
of
Lowick
Manor
with
a
husband
likely
to
die
soon
.
"
Do
you
think
her
very
handsome
?
"
"
She
certainly
is
handsome
,
but
I
have
not
thought
about
it
,
"
said
Lydgate
.
"
I
suppose
it
would
be
unprofessional
,
"
said
Rosamond
,
dimpling
.
"
But
how
your
practice
is
spreading
!
You
were
called
in
before
to
the
Chettams
,
I
think
;
and
now
,
the
Casaubons
.
"
"
Yes
,
"
said
Lydgate
,
in
a
tone
of
compulsory
admission
.
"
But
I
do
n't
really
like
attending
such
people
so
well
as
the
poor
.
The
cases
are
more
monotonous
,
and
one
has
to
go
through
more
fuss
and
listen
more
deferentially
to
nonsense
.
"
"
Not
more
than
in
Middlemarch
,
"
said
Rosamond
.
"
And
at
least
you
go
through
wide
corridors
and
have
the
scent
of
rose-leaves
everywhere
.
"
"
That
is
true
,
Mademoiselle
de
Montmorenci
,
"
said
Lydgate
,
just
bending
his
head
to
the
table
and
lifting
with
his
fourth
finger
her
delicate
handkerchief
which
lay
at
the
mouth
of
her
reticule
,
as
if
to
enjoy
its
scent
,
while
he
looked
at
her
with
a
smile
.
But
this
agreeable
holiday
freedom
with
which
Lydgate
hovered
about
the
flower
of
Middlemarch
,
could
not
continue
indefinitely
.
It
was
not
more
possible
to
find
social
isolation
in
that
town
than
elsewhere
,
and
two
people
persistently
flirting
could
by
no
means
escape
from
"
the
various
entanglements
,
weights
,
blows
,
clashings
,
motions
,
by
which
things
severally
go
on
.
"
Whatever
Miss
Vincy
did
must
be
remarked
,
and
she
was
perhaps
the
more
conspicuous
to
admirers
and
critics
because
just
now
Mrs.
Vincy
,
after
some
struggle
,
had
gone
with
Fred
to
stay
a
little
while
at
Stone
Court
,
there
being
no
other
way
of
at
once
gratifying
old
Featherstone
and
keeping
watch
against
Mary
Garth
,
who
appeared
a
less
tolerable
daughter-in-law
in
proportion
as
Fred
's
illness
disappeared
.
Aunt
Bulstrode
,
for
example
,
came
a
little
oftener
into
Lowick
Gate
to
see
Rosamond
,
now
she
was
alone
.
For
Mrs.
Bulstrode
had
a
true
sisterly
feeling
for
her
brother
;
always
thinking
that
he
might
have
married
better
,
but
wishing
well
to
the
children
.
Now
Mrs.
Bulstrode
had
a
long-standing
intimacy
with
Mrs.
Plymdale
.
They
had
nearly
the
same
preferences
in
silks
,
patterns
for
underclothing
,
china-ware
,
and
clergymen
;
they
confided
their
little
troubles
of
health
and
household
management
to
each
other
,
and
various
little
points
of
superiority
on
Mrs.
Bulstrode
's
side
,
namely
,
more
decided
seriousness
,
more
admiration
for
mind
,
and
a
house
outside
the
town
,
sometimes
served
to
give
colour
to
their
conversation
without
dividing
them
—
well-meaning
women
both
,
knowing
very
little
of
their
own
motives
.
Mrs.
Bulstrode
,
paying
a
morning
visit
to
Mrs.
Plymdale
,
happened
to
say
that
she
could
not
stay
longer
,
because
she
was
going
to
see
poor
Rosamond
.
"
Why
do
you
say
'
poor
Rosamond
'
?
"
said
Mrs.
Plymdale
,
a
round-eyed
sharp
little
woman
,
like
a
tamed
falcon
.
"
She
is
so
pretty
,
and
has
been
brought
up
in
such
thoughtlessness
.
The
mother
,
you
know
,
had
always
that
levity
about
her
,
which
makes
me
anxious
for
the
children
.
"
"
Well
,
Harriet
,
if
I
am
to
speak
my
mind
,
"
said
Mrs.
Plymdale
,
with
emphasis
,
"
I
must
say
,
anybody
would
suppose
you
and
Mr.
Bulstrode
would
be
delighted
with
what
has
happened
,
for
you
have
done
everything
to
put
Mr.
Lydgate
forward
.
"
"
Selina
,
what
do
you
mean
?
"
said
Mrs.
Bulstrode
,
in
genuine
surprise
.
"
Not
but
what
I
am
truly
thankful
for
Ned
's
sake
,
"
said
Mrs.
Plymdale
.
"
He
could
certainly
better
afford
to
keep
such
a
wife
than
some
people
can
;
but
I
should
wish
him
to
look
elsewhere
.
Still
a
mother
has
anxieties
,
and
some
young
men
would
take
to
a
bad
life
in
consequence
.
Besides
,
if
I
was
obliged
to
speak
,
I
should
say
I
was
not
fond
of
strangers
coming
into
a
town
.
"
"
I
do
n't
know
,
Selina
,
"
said
Mrs.
Bulstrode
,
with
a
little
emphasis
in
her
turn
.
"
Mr.
Bulstrode
was
a
stranger
here
at
one
time
.
Abraham
and
Moses
were
strangers
in
the
land
,
and
we
are
told
to
entertain
strangers
.
And
especially
,
"
she
added
,
after
a
slight
pause
,
"
when
they
are
unexceptionable
.
"
"
I
was
not
speaking
in
a
religious
sense
,
Harriet
.
I
spoke
as
a
mother
.
"
"
Selina
,
I
am
sure
you
have
never
heard
me
say
anything
against
a
niece
of
mine
marrying
your
son
.
"
"
Oh
,
it
is
pride
in
Miss
Vincy
—
I
am
sure
it
is
nothing
else
,
"
said
Mrs.
Plymdale
,
who
had
never
before
given
all
her
confidence
