life.
She
was
always
trying
to
be
what
her
husband
wished
,
and
never
able
to
repose
on
his
delight
in
what
she
was
.
The
thing
that
she
liked
,
that
she
spontaneously
cared
to
have
,
seemed
to
be
always
excluded
from
her
life
;
for
if
it
was
only
granted
and
not
shared
by
her
husband
it
might
as
well
have
been
denied
.
About
Will
Ladislaw
there
had
been
a
difference
between
them
from
the
first
,
and
it
had
ended
,
since
Mr.
Casaubon
had
so
severely
repulsed
Dorothea
's
strong
feeling
about
his
claims
on
the
family
property
,
by
her
being
convinced
that
she
was
in
the
right
and
her
husband
in
the
wrong
,
but
that
she
was
helpless
.
This
afternoon
the
helplessness
was
more
wretchedly
benumbing
than
ever
:
she
longed
for
objects
who
could
be
dear
to
her
,
and
to
whom
she
could
be
dear
.
She
longed
for
work
which
would
be
directly
beneficent
like
the
sunshine
and
the
rain
,
and
now
it
appeared
that
she
was
to
live
more
and
more
in
a
virtual
tomb
,
where
there
was
the
apparatus
of
a
ghastly
labour
producing
what
would
never
see
the
light
.
Today
she
had
stood
at
the
door
of
the
tomb
and
seen
Will
Ladislaw
receding
into
the
distant
world
of
warm
activity
and
fellowship
—
turning
his
face
towards
her
as
he
went
.
Books
were
of
no
use
.
Thinking
was
of
no
use
.
It
was
Sunday
,
and
she
could
not
have
the
carriage
to
go
to
Celia
,
who
had
lately
had
a
baby
.
There
was
no
refuge
now
from
spiritual
emptiness
and
discontent
,
and
Dorothea
had
to
bear
her
bad
mood
,
as
she
would
have
borne
a
headache
.
After
dinner
,
at
the
hour
when
she
usually
began
to
read
aloud
,
Mr.
Casaubon
proposed
that
they
should
go
into
the
library
,
where
,
he
said
,
he
had
ordered
a
fire
and
lights
.
He
seemed
to
have
revived
,
and
to
be
thinking
intently
.
In
the
library
Dorothea
observed
that
he
had
newly
arranged
a
row
of
his
note-books
on
a
table
,
and
now
he
took
up
and
put
into
her
hand
a
well-known
volume
,
which
was
a
table
of
contents
to
all
the
others
.
"
You
will
oblige
me
,
my
dear
,
"
he
said
,
seating
himself
,
"
if
instead
of
other
reading
this
evening
,
you
will
go
through
this
aloud
,
pencil
in
hand
,
and
at
each
point
where
I
say
'
mark
,
'
will
make
a
cross
with
your
pencil
.
This
is
the
first
step
in
a
sifting
process
which
I
have
long
had
in
view
,
and
as
we
go
on
I
shall
be
able
to
indicate
to
you
certain
principles
of
selection
whereby
you
will
,
I
trust
,
have
an
intelligent
participation
in
my
purpose
.
"
This
proposal
was
only
one
more
sign
added
to
many
since
his
memorable
interview
with
Lydgate
,
that
Mr.
Casaubon
's
original
reluctance
to
let
Dorothea
work
with
him
had
given
place
to
the
contrary
disposition
,
namely
,
to
demand
much
interest
and
labour
from
her
.
After
she
had
read
and
marked
for
two
hours
,
he
said
,
"
We
will
take
the
volume
up-stairs
—
and
the
pencil
,
if
you
please
—
and
in
case
of
reading
in
the
night
,
we
can
pursue
this
task
.
It
is
not
wearisome
to
you
,
I
trust
,
Dorothea
?
"
"
I
prefer
always
reading
what
you
like
best
to
hear
,
"
said
Dorothea
,
who
told
the
simple
truth
;
for
what
she
dreaded
was
to
exert
herself
in
reading
or
anything
else
which
left
him
as
joyless
as
ever
.
It
was
a
proof
of
the
force
with
which
certain
characteristics
in
Dorothea
impressed
those
around
her
,
that
her
husband
,
with
all
his
jealousy
and
suspicion
,
had
gathered
implicit
trust
in
the
integrity
of
her
promises
,
and
her
power
of
devoting
herself
to
her
idea
of
the
right
and
best
.
Of
late
he
had
begun
to
feel
that
these
qualities
were
a
peculiar
possession
for
himself
,
and
he
wanted
to
engross
them
.
The
reading
in
the
night
did
come
.
Dorothea
in
her
young
weariness
had
slept
soon
and
fast
:
she
was
awakened
by
a
sense
of
light
,
which
seemed
to
her
at
first
like
a
sudden
vision
of
sunset
after
she
had
climbed
a
steep
hill
:
she
opened
her
eyes
and
saw
her
husband
wrapped
in
his
warm
gown
seating
himself
in
the
arm-chair
near
the
fire-place
where
the
embers
were
still
glowing
.
He
had
lit
two
candles
,
expecting
that
Dorothea
would
awake
,
but
not
liking
to
rouse
her
by
more
direct
means
.
"
Are
you
ill
,
Edward
?
"
she
said
,
rising
immediately
.
"
I
felt
some
uneasiness
in
a
reclining
posture
.
I
will
sit
here
for
a
time
.
"
She
threw
wood
on
the
fire
,
wrapped
herself
up
,
and
said
,
"
You
would
like
me
to
read
to
you
?
"
"
You
would
oblige
me
greatly
by
doing
so
,
Dorothea
,
"
said
Mr.
Casaubon
,
with
a
shade
more
meekness
than
usual
in
his
polite
manner
.
"
I
am
wakeful
:
my
mind
is
remarkably
lucid
.
"
"
I
fear
that
the
excitement
may
be
too
great
for
you
,
"
said
Dorothea
,
remembering
Lydgate
's
cautions
.
"
No
,
I
am
not
conscious
of
undue
excitement
.
Thought
is
easy
.
"
Dorothea
dared
not
insist
,
and
she
read
for
an
hour
or
more
on
the
same
plan
as
she
had
done
in
the
evening
,
but
getting
over
the
pages
with
more
quickness
.
Mr.
Casaubon
's
mind
was
more
alert
,
and
he
seemed
to
anticipate
what
was
coming
after
a
very
slight
verbal
indication
,
saying
,
"
That
will
do
—
mark
that
"
—
or
"
Pass
on
to
the
next
head
—
I
omit
the
second
excursus
on
Crete
.
"
Dorothea
was
amazed
to
think
of
the
bird-like
speed
with
which
his
mind
was
surveying
the
ground
where
it
had
been
creeping
for
years
.
At
last
he
said
—
"
Close
the
book
now
,
my
dear
.
We
will
resume
our
work
to-morrow
.
I
have
deferred
it
too
long
,
and
would
gladly
see
it
completed
.
But
you
observe
that
the
principle
on
which
my
selection
is
made
,
is
to
give
adequate
,
and
not
disproportionate
illustration
to
each
of
the
theses
enumerated
in
my
introduction
,
as
at
present
sketched
.
You
have
perceived
that
distinctly
,
Dorothea
?
"
"
Yes
,
"
said
Dorothea
,
rather
tremulously
.
She
felt
sick
at
heart
.
"
And
now
I
think
that
I
can
take
some
repose
,
"
said
Mr.
Casaubon
.
He
laid
down
again
and
begged
her
to
put
out
the
lights
.
When
she
had
lain
down
too
,
and
there
was
a
darkness
only
broken
by
a
dull
glow
on
the
hearth
,
he
said
—
"
Before
I
sleep
,
I
have
a
request
to
make
,
Dorothea
.
"
"
What
is
it
?
"
said
Dorothea
,
with
dread
in
her
mind
.
"
It
is
that
you
will
let
me
know
,
deliberately
,
whether
,
in
case
of
my
death
,
you
will
carry
out
my
wishes
:
whether
you
will
avoid
doing
what
I
should
deprecate
,
and
apply
yourself
to
do
what
I
should
desire
.
"
Dorothea
was
not
taken
by
surprise
:
many
incidents
had
been
leading
her
to
the
conjecture
of
some
intention
on
her
husband
's
part
which
might
make
a
new
yoke
for
her
.
She
did
not
answer
immediately
.
"
You
refuse
?
"
said
Mr.
Casaubon
,
with
more
edge
in
his
tone
.
"
No
,
I
do
not
yet
refuse
,
"
said
Dorothea
,
in
a
clear
voice
,
the
need
of
freedom
asserting
itself
within
her
;
"
but
it
is
too
solemn
—
I
think
it
is
not
right
—
to
make
a
promise
when
I
am
ignorant
what
it
will
bind
me
to
.
Whatever
affection
prompted
I
would
do
without
promising
.
"
"
But
you
would
use
your
own
judgment
:
I
ask
you
to
obey
mine
;
you
refuse
.
"
"
No
,
dear
,
no
!
"
said
Dorothea
,
beseechingly
,
crushed
by
opposing
fears
.
"
But
may
I
wait
and
reflect
a
little
while
?
I
desire
with
my
whole
soul
to
do
what
will
comfort
you
;
but
I
cannot
give
any
pledge
suddenly
—
still
less
a
pledge
to
do
I
know
not
what
.
"
"
You
cannot
then
confide
in
the
nature
of
my
wishes
?
"
"
Grant
me
till
to-morrow
,
"
said
Dorothea
,
beseechingly
.
"
Till
to-morrow
then
,
"
said
Mr.
Casaubon
.
Soon
she
could
hear
that
he
was
sleeping
,
but
there
was
no
more
sleep
for
her
.
While
she
constrained
herself
to
lie
still
lest
she
should
disturb
him
,
her
mind
was
carrying
on
a
conflict
in
which
imagination
ranged
its
forces
first
on
one
side
and
then
on
the
other
.
She
had
no
presentiment
that
the
power
which
her
husband
wished
to
establish
over
her
future
action
had
relation
to
anything
else
than
his
work
.
But
it
was
clear
enough
to
her
that
he
would
expect
her
to
devote
herself
to
sifting
those
mixed
heaps
of
material
,
which
were
to
be
the
doubtful
illustration
of
principles
still
more
doubtful
.
The
poor
child
had
become
altogether
unbelieving
as
to
the
trustworthiness
of
that
Key
which
had
made
the
ambition
and
the
labour
of
her
husband
's
life
.
It
was
not
wonderful
that
,
in
spite
of
her
small
instruction
,
her
judgment
in
this
matter
was
truer
than
his
:
for
she
looked
with
unbiassed
comparison
and
healthy
sense
at
probabilities
on
which
he
had
risked
all
his
egoism
.
And
now
she
pictured
to
herself
the
days
,
and
months
,
and
years
which
she
must
spend
in
sorting
what
might
be
called
shattered
mummies
,
and
fragments
of
a
tradition
which
was
itself
a
mosaic
wrought
from
crushed
ruins
—
sorting
them
as
food
for
a
theory
which
was
already
withered
in
the
birth
like
an
elfin
child
.
Doubtless
a
vigorous
error
vigorously
pursued
has
kept
the
embryos
of
truth
a-breathing
:
the
quest
of
gold
being
at
the
same
time
a
questioning
of
substances
,
the
body
of
chemistry
is
prepared
for
its
soul
,
and
Lavoisier
is
born
.
But
Mr.
Casaubon
's
theory
of
the
elements
which
made
the
seed
of
all
tradition
was
not
likely
to
bruise
itself
unawares
against
discoveries
:
it
floated
among
flexible
conjectures
no
more
solid
than
those
etymologies
which
seemed
strong
because
of
likeness
in
sound
until
it
was
shown
that
likeness
in
sound
made
them
impossible
:
it
was
a
method
of
interpretation
which
was
not
tested
by
the
necessity
of
forming
anything
which
had
sharper
collisions
than
an
elabourate
notion
of
Gog
and
Magog
:
it
was
as
free
from
interruption
as
a
plan
for
threading
the
stars
together
.
And
Dorothea
had
so
often
had
to
check
her
weariness
and
impatience
over
this
questionable
riddle-guessing
,
as
it
revealed
itself
to
her
instead
of
the
fellowship
in
high
knowledge
which
was
to
make
life
worthier
!
She
could
understand
well
enough
now
why
her
husband
had
come
to
cling
to
her
,
as
possibly
the
only
hope
left
that
his
labours
would
ever
take
a
shape
in
which
they
could
be
given
to
the
world
.
At
first
it
had
seemed
that
he
wished
to
keep
even
her
aloof
from
any
close
knowledge
of
what
he
was
doing
;
but
gradually
the
terrible
stringency
of
human
need
—
the
prospect
of
a
too
speedy
death
—
And
here
Dorothea
's
pity
turned
from
her
own
future
to
her
husband
's
past
—
nay
,
to
his
present
hard
struggle
with
a
lot
which
had
grown
out
of
that
past
:
the
lonely
labour
,
the
ambition
breathing
hardly
under
the
pressure
of
self-distrust
;
the
goal
receding
,
and
the
heavier
limbs
;
and
now
at
last
the
sword
visibly
trembling
above
him
!
And
had
she
not
wished
to
marry
him
that
she
might
help
him
in
his
life
's
labour
?
—
But
she
had
thought
the
work
was
to
be
something
greater
,
which
she
could
serve
in
devoutly
for
its
own
sake
.
Was
it
right
,
even
to
soothe
his
grief
—
would
it
be
possible
,
even
if
she
promised
—
to
work
as
in
a
treadmill
fruitlessly
?
And
yet
,
could
she
deny
him
?
Could
she
say
,
"
I
refuse
to
content
this
pining
hunger
?
"
It
would
be
refusing
to
do
for
him
dead
,
what
she
was
almost
sure
to
do
for
him
living
.
If
he
lived
as
Lydgate
had
said
he
might
,
for
fifteen
years
or
more
,
her
life
would
certainly
be
spent
in
helping
him
and
obeying
him
.
Still
,
there
was
a
deep
difference
between
that
devotion
to
the
living
and
that
indefinite
promise
of
devotion
to
the
dead
.
While
he
lived
,
he
could
claim
nothing
that
she
would
not
still
be
free
to
remonstrate
against
,
and
even
to
refuse
.
But
—
the
thought
passed
through
her
mind
more
than
once
,
though
she
could
not
believe
in
it
—
might
he
not
mean
to
demand
something
more
from
her
than
she
had
been
able
to
imagine
,
since
he
wanted
her
pledge
to
carry
out
his
wishes
without
telling
her
exactly
what
they
were
?
No
;
his
heart
was
bound
up
in
his
work
only
:
that
was
the
end
for
which
his
failing
life
was
to
be
eked
out
by
hers
.
And
now
,
if
she
were
to
say
,
"
No
!
if
you
die
,
I
will
put
no
finger
to
your
work
"
—
it
seemed
as
if
she
would
be
crushing
that
bruised
heart
.
For
four
hours
Dorothea
lay
in
this
conflict
,
till
she
felt
ill
and
bewildered
,
unable
to
resolve
,
praying
mutely
.
Helpless
as
a
child
which
has
sobbed
and
sought
too
long
,
she
fell
into
a
late
morning
sleep
,
and
when
she
waked
Mr.
Casaubon
was
already
up
.
Tantripp
told
her
that
he
had
read
prayers
,
breakfasted
,
and
was
in
the
library
.
"
I
never
saw
you
look
so
pale
,
madam
,
"
said
Tantripp
,
a
solid-figured
woman
who
had
been
with
the
sisters
at
Lausanne
.
"
Was
I
ever
high-coloured
,
Tantripp
?
"
said
Dorothea
,
smiling
faintly
.
"
Well
,
not
to
say
high-coloured
,
but
with
a
bloom
like
a
Chiny
rose
.
But
always
smelling
those
leather
books
,
what
can
be
expected
?
Do
rest
a
little
this
morning
,
madam
.
Let
me
say
you
are
ill
and
not
able
to
go
into
that
close
library
.
"
"
Oh
no
,
no
!
let
me
make
haste
,
"
said
Dorothea
.
"
Mr.
Casaubon
wants
me
particularly
.
"
When
she
went
down
she
felt
sure
that
she
should
promise
to
fulfil
his
wishes
;
but
that
would
be
later
in
the
day
—
not
yet
.
As
Dorothea
entered
the
library
,
Mr.
Casaubon
turned
round
from
the
table
where
he
had
been
placing
some
books
,
and
said
—
"
I
was
waiting
for
your
appearance
,
my
dear
.
I
had
hoped
to
set
to
work
at
once
this
morning
,
but
I
find
myself
under
some
indisposition
,
probably
from
too
much
excitement
yesterday
.
I
am
going
now
to
take
a
turn
in
the
shrubbery
,
since
the
air
is
milder
.
"
"
I
am
glad
to
hear
that
,
"
said
Dorothea
.
"
Your
mind
,
I
feared
,
was
too
active
last
night
.
"
"
I
would
fain
have
it
set
at
rest
on
the
point
I
last
spoke
of
,
Dorothea
.
You
can
now
,
I
hope
,
give
me
an
answer
.
"
"
May
I
come
out
to
you
in
the
garden
presently
?
"
said
Dorothea
,
winning
a
little
breathing
space
in
that
way
.
"
I
shall
be
in
the
Yew-tree
Walk
for
the
next
half-hour
,
"
said
Mr.
Casaubon
,
and
then
he
left
her
.
Dorothea
,
feeling
very
weary
,
rang
and
asked
Tantripp
to
bring
her
some
wraps
.
She
had
been
sitting
still
for
a
few
minutes
,
but
not
in
any
renewal
of
the
former
conflict
:
she
simply
felt
that
she
was
going
to
say
"
Yes
"
to
her
own
doom
:
she
was
too
weak
,
too
full
of
dread
at
the
thought
of
inflicting
a
keen-edged
blow
on
her
husband
,
to
do
anything
but
submit
completely
.
She
sat
still
and
let
Tantripp
put
on
her
bonnet
and
shawl
,
a
passivity
which
was
unusual
with
her
,
for
she
liked
to
wait
on
herself
.
"
God
bless
you
,
madam
!
"
said
Tantripp
,
with
an
irrepressible
movement
of
love
towards
the
beautiful
,
gentle
creature
for
whom
she
felt
unable
to
do
anything
more
,
now
that
she
had
finished
tying
the
bonnet
.
This
was
too
much
for
Dorothea
's
highly-strung
feeling
,
and
she
burst
into
tears
,
sobbing
against
Tantripp
's
arm
.
But
soon
she
checked
herself
,
dried
her
eyes
,
and
went
out
at
the
glass
door
into
the
shrubbery
.
"
I
wish
every
book
in
that
library
was
built
into
a
caticom
for
your
master
,
"
said
Tantripp
to
Pratt
,
the
butler
,
finding
him
in
the
breakfast-room
.
She
had
been
at
Rome
,
and
visited
the
antiquities
,
as
we
know
;
and
she
always
declined
to
call
Mr.
Casaubon
anything
but
"
your
master
,
"
when
speaking
to
the
other
servants
.
Pratt
laughed
.
He
liked
his
master
very
well
,
but
he
liked
Tantripp
better
.
When
Dorothea
was
out
on
the
gravel
walks
,
she
lingered
among
the
nearer
clumps
of
trees
,
hesitating
,
as
she
had
done
once
before
,
though
from
a
different
cause
.
Then
she
had
feared
lest
her
effort
at
fellowship
should
be
unwelcome
;
now
she
dreaded
going
to
the
spot
where
she
foresaw
that
she
must
bind
herself
to
a
fellowship
from
which
she
shrank
.
Neither
law
nor
the
world
's
opinion
compelled
her
to
this
—
only
her
husband
's
nature
and
her
own
compassion
,
only
the
ideal
and
not
the
real
yoke
of
marriage
.
She
saw
clearly
enough
the
whole
situation
,
yet
she
was
fettered
:
she
could
not
smite
the
stricken
soul
that
entreated
hers
.
If
that
were
weakness
,
Dorothea
was
weak
.
But
the
half-hour
was
passing
,
and
she
must
not
delay
longer
.
When
she
entered
the
Yew-tree
Walk
she
could
not
see
her
husband
;
but
the
walk
had
bends
,
and
she
went
,
expecting
to
catch
sight
of
his
figure
wrapped
in
a
blue
cloak
,
which
,
with
a
warm
velvet
cap
,
was
his
outer
garment
on
chill
days
for
the
garden
.
It
occurred
to
her
that
he
might
be
resting
in
the
summer-house
,
towards
which
the
path
diverged
a
little
.
Turning
the
angle
,
she
could
see
him
seated
on
the
bench
,
close
to
a
stone
table
.
His
arms
were
resting
on
the
table
,
and
his
brow
was
bowed
down
on
them
,
the
blue
cloak
being
dragged
forward
and
screening
his
face
on
each
side
.
"
He
exhausted
himself
last
night
,
"
Dorothea
said
to
herself
,
thinking
at
first
that
he
was
asleep
,
and
that
the
summer-house
was
too
damp
a
place
to
rest
in
.
But
then
she
remembered
that
of
late
she
had
seen
him
take
that
attitude
when
she
was
reading
to
him
,
as
if
he
found
it
easier
than
any
other
;
and
that
he
would
sometimes
speak
,
as
well
as
listen
,
with
his
face
down
in
that
way
.
She
went
into
the
summerhouse
and
said
,
"
I
am
come
,
Edward
;
I
am
ready
.
"
He
took
no
notice
,
and
she
thought
that
he
must
be
fast
asleep
.
She
laid
her
hand
on
his
shoulder
,
and
repeated
,
"
I
am
ready
!
"
Still
he
was
motionless
;
and
with
a
sudden
confused
fear
,
she
leaned
down
to
him
,
took
off
his
velvet
cap
,
and
leaned
her
cheek
close
to
his
head
,
crying
in
a
distressed
tone
—
"
Wake
,
dear
,
wake
!
Listen
to
me
.
I
am
come
to
answer
.
"
But
Dorothea
never
gave
her
answer
.
Later
in
the
day
,
Lydgate
was
seated
by
her
bedside
,
and
she
was
talking
deliriously
,
thinking
aloud
,
and
recalling
what
had
gone
through
her
mind
the
night
before
.
She
knew
him
,
and
called
him
by
his
name
,
but
appeared
to
think
it
right
that
she
should
explain
everything
to
him
;
and
again
,
and
again
,
begged
him
to
explain
everything
to
her
husband
.
"
Tell
him
I
shall
go
to
him
soon
:
I
am
ready
to
promise
.
Only
,
thinking
about
it
was
so
dreadful
—
it
has
made
me
ill.
Not
very
ill.
I
shall
soon
be
better
.
Go
and
tell
him
.
"
But
the
silence
in
her
husband
's
ear
was
never
more
to
be
broken
.
CHAPTER
XLIX
.
"
A
task
too
strong
for
wizard
spells
This
squire
had
brought
about
;
'
T
is
easy
dropping
stones
in
wells
,
But
who
shall
get
them
out
?
"
"
I
wish
to
God
we
could
hinder
Dorothea
from
knowing
this
,
"
said
Sir
James
Chettam
,
with
a
little
frown
on
his
brow
,
and
an
expression
of
intense
disgust
about
his
mouth
.
He
was
standing
on
the
hearth-rug
in
the
library
at
Lowick
Grange
,
and
speaking
to
Mr.
Brooke
.
It
was
the
day
after
Mr.
Casaubon
had
been
buried
,
and
Dorothea
was
not
yet
able
to
leave
her
room
.
"
That
would
be
difficult
,
you
know
,
Chettam
,
as
she
is
an
executrix
,
and
she
likes
to
go
into
these
things
—
property
,
land
,
that
kind
of
thing
.
She
has
her
notions
,
you
know
,
"
said
Mr.
Brooke
,
sticking
his
eye-glasses
on
nervously
,
and
exploring
the
edges
of
a
folded
paper
which
he
held
in
his
hand
;
"
and
she
would
like
to
act
—
depend
upon
it
,
as
an
executrix
Dorothea
would
want
to
act
.
And
she
was
twenty-one
last
December
,
you
know
.
I
can
hinder
nothing
.
"
Sir
James
looked
at
the
carpet
for
a
minute
in
silence
,
and
then
lifting
his
eyes
suddenly
fixed
them
on
Mr.
Brooke
,
saying
,
"
I
will
tell
you
what
we
can
do
.
Until
Dorothea
is
well
,
all
business
must
be
kept
from
her
,
and
as
soon
as
she
is
able
to
be
moved
she
must
come
to
us
.
Being
with
Celia
and
the
baby
will
be
the
best
thing
in
the
world
for
her
,
and
will
pass
away
the
time
.
And
meanwhile
you
must
get
rid
of
Ladislaw
:
you
must
send
him
out
of
the
country
.
"
Here
Sir
James
's
look
of
disgust
returned
in
all
its
intensity
.
Mr.
Brooke
put
his
hands
behind
him
,
walked
to
the
window
and
straightened
his
back
with
a
little
shake
before
he
replied
.
"
That
is
easily
said
,
Chettam
,
easily
said
,
you
know
.
"
"
My
dear
sir
,
"
persisted
Sir
James
,
restraining
his
indignation
within
respectful
forms
,
"
it
was
you
who
brought
him
here
,
and
you
who
keep
him
here
—
I
mean
by
the
occupation
you
give
him
.
"
"
Yes
,
but
I
ca
n't
dismiss
him
in
an
instant
without
assigning
reasons
,
my
dear
Chettam
.
Ladislaw
has
been
invaluable
,
most
satisfactory
.
I
consider
that
I
have
done
this
part
of
the
country
a
service
by
bringing
him
—
by
bringing
him
,
you
know
.
"
Mr.
Brooke
ended
with
a
nod
,
turning
round
to
give
it
.
"
It
's
a
pity
this
part
of
the
country
did
n't
do
without
him
,
that
's
all
I
have
to
say
about
it
.
At
any
rate
,
as
Dorothea
's
brother-in-law
,
I
feel
warranted
in
objecting
strongly
to
his
being
kept
here
by
any
action
on
the
part
of
her
friends
.
You
admit
,
I
hope
,
that
I
have
a
right
to
speak
about
what
concerns
the
dignity
of
my
wife
's
sister
?
"
Sir
James
was
getting
warm
.
"
Of
course
,
my
dear
Chettam
,
of
course
.
But
you
and
I
have
different
ideas
—
different
—
"
"
Not
about
this
action
of
Casaubon
's
,
I
should
hope
,
"
interrupted
Sir
James
.
"
I
say
that
he
has
most
unfairly
compromised
Dorothea
.
I
say
that
there
never
was
a
meaner
,
more
ungentlemanly
action
than
this
—
a
codicil
of
this
sort
to
a
will
which
he
made
at
the
time
of
his
marriage
with
the
knowledge
and
reliance
of
her
family
—
a
positive
insult
to
Dorothea
!
"
"
Well
,
you
know
,
Casaubon
was
a
little
twisted
about
Ladislaw
.
Ladislaw
has
told
me
the
reason
—
dislike
of
the
bent
he
took
,
you
know
—
Ladislaw
did
n't
think
much
of
Casaubon
's
notions
,
Thoth
and
Dagon
—
that
sort
of
thing
:
and
I
fancy
that
Casaubon
did
n't
like
the
independent
position
Ladislaw
had
taken
up
.
I
saw
the
letters
between
them
,
you
know
.
Poor
Casaubon
was
a
little
buried
in
books
—
he
did
n't
know
the
world
.
"
"
It
's
all
very
well
for
Ladislaw
to
put
that
colour
on
it
,
"
said
Sir
James
.
"
But
I
believe
Casaubon
was
only
jealous
of
him
on
Dorothea
's
account
,
and
the
world
will
suppose
that
she
gave
him
some
reason
;
and
that
is
what
makes
it
so
abominable
—
coupling
her
name
with
this
young
fellow
's
.
"
"
My
dear
Chettam
,
it
wo
n't
lead
to
anything
,
you
know
,
"
said
Mr.
Brooke
,
seating
himself
and
sticking
on
his
eye-glass
again
.
"
It
's
all
of
a
piece
with
Casaubon
's
oddity
.
This
paper
,
now
,
'
Synoptical
Tabulation
'
and
so
on
,
'
for
the
use
of
Mrs.
Casaubon
,
'
it
was
locked
up
in
the
desk
with
the
will
.
I
suppose
he
meant
Dorothea
to
publish
his
researches
,
eh
?
and
she
'll
do
it
,
you
know
;
she
has
gone
into
his
studies
uncommonly
.
"
"
My
dear
sir
,
"
said
Sir
James
,
impatiently
,
"
that
is
neither
here
nor
there
.
The
question
is
,
whether
you
do
n't
see
with
me
the
propriety
of
sending
young
Ladislaw
away
?
"
"
Well
,
no
,
not
the
urgency
of
the
thing
.
By-and-by
,
perhaps
,
it
may
come
round
.
As
to
gossip
,
you
know
,
sending
him
away
wo
n't
hinder
gossip
.
People
say
what
they
like
to
say
,
not
what
they
have
chapter
and
verse
for
,
"
said
Mr
Brooke
,
becoming
acute
about
the
truths
that
lay
on
the
side
of
his
own
wishes
.
"
I
might
get
rid
of
Ladislaw
up
to
a
certain
point
—
take
away
the
'
Pioneer
'
from
him
,
and
that
sort
of
thing
;
but
I
could
n't
send
him
out
of
the
country
if
he
did
n't
choose
to
go
—
did
n't
choose
,
you
know
.
"
Mr.
Brooke
,
persisting
as
quietly
as
if
he
were
only
discussing
the
nature
of
last
year
's
weather
,
and
nodding
at
the
end
with
his
usual
amenity
,
was
an
exasperating
form
of
obstinacy
.
"
Good
God
!
"
said
Sir
James
,
with
as
much
passion
as
he
ever
showed
,
"
let
us
get
him
a
post
;
let
us
spend
money
on
him
.
If
he
could
go
in
the
suite
of
some
Colonial
Governor
!
Grampus
might
take
him
—
and
I
could
write
to
Fulke
about
it
.
"
"
But
Ladislaw
wo
n't
be
shipped
off
like
a
head
of
cattle
,
my
dear
fellow
;
Ladislaw
has
his
ideas
.
It
's
my
opinion
that
if
he
were
to
part
from
me
to-morrow
,
you
'd
only
hear
the
more
of
him
in
the
country
.
With
his
talent
for
speaking
and
drawing
up
documents
,
there
are
few
men
who
could
come
up
to
him
as
an
agitator
—
an
agitator
,
you
know
.
"
"
Agitator
!
"
said
Sir
James
,
with
bitter
emphasis
,
feeling
that
the
syllables
of
this
word
properly
repeated
were
a
sufficient
exposure
of
its
hatefulness
.
"
But
be
reasonable
,
Chettam
.
Dorothea
,
now
.
As
you
say
,
she
had
better
go
to
Celia
as
soon
as
possible
.
She
can
stay
under
your
roof
,
and
in
the
mean
time
things
may
come
round
quietly
.
Do
n't
let
us
be
firing
off
our
guns
in
a
hurry
,
you
know
.
Standish
will
keep
our
counsel
,
and
the
news
will
be
old
before
it
's
known
.
Twenty
things
may
happen
to
carry
off
Ladislaw
—
without
my
doing
anything
,
you
know
.
"
"
Then
I
am
to
conclude
that
you
decline
to
do
anything
?
"
"
Decline
,
Chettam
?
—
no
—
I
did
n't
say
decline
.
But
I
really
do
n't
see
what
I
could
do
.
Ladislaw
is
a
gentleman
.
"
"
I
am
glad
to
hear
it
!
"
said
Sir
James
,
his
irritation
making
him
forget
himself
a
little
.
"
I
am
sure
Casaubon
was
not
.
"
"
Well
,
it
would
have
been
worse
if
he
had
made
the
codicil
to
hinder
her
from
marrying
again
at
all
,
you
know
.
"
"
I
do
n't
know
that
,
"
said
Sir
James
.
"
It
would
have
been
less
indelicate
.
"
"
One
of
poor
Casaubon
's
freaks
!
That
attack
upset
his
brain
a
little
.
It
all
goes
for
nothing
.
She
does
n't
want
to
marry
Ladislaw
.
"
"
But
this
codicil
is
framed
so
as
to
make
everybody
believe
that
she
did
.
I
do
n't
believe
anything
of
the
sort
about
Dorothea
,
"
said
Sir
James
—
then
frowningly
,
"
but
I
suspect
Ladislaw
.
I
tell
you
frankly
,
I
suspect
Ladislaw
.
"
"
I
could
n't
take
any
immediate
action
on
that
ground
,
Chettam
.
In
fact
,
if
it
were
possible
to
pack
him
off
—
send
him
to
Norfolk
Island
—
that
sort
of
thing
—
it
would
look
all
the
worse
for
Dorothea
to
those
who
knew
about
it
.
It
would
seem
as
if
we
distrusted
her
—
distrusted
her
,
you
know
.
"
That
Mr.
Brooke
had
hit
on
an
undeniable
argument
,
did
not
tend
to
soothe
Sir
James
.
He
put
out
his
hand
to
reach
his
hat
,
implying
that
he
did
not
mean
to
contend
further
,
and
said
,
still
with
some
heat
—
"
Well
,
I
can
only
say
that
I
think
Dorothea
was
sacrificed
once
,
because
her
friends
were
too
careless
.
I
shall
do
what
I
can
,
as
her
brother
,
to
protect
her
now
.
"
"
You
ca
n't
do
better
than
get
her
to
Freshitt
as
soon
as
possible
,
Chettam
.
I
approve
that
plan
altogether
,
"
said
Mr.
Brooke
,
well
pleased
that
he
had
won
the
argument
.
It
would
have
been
highly
inconvenient
to
him
to
part
with
Ladislaw
at
that
time
,
when
a
dissolution
might
happen
any
day
,
and
electors
were
to
be
convinced
of
the
course
by
which
the
interests
of
the
country
would
be
best
served
.
Mr.
Brooke
sincerely
believed
that
this
end
could
be
secured
by
his
own
return
to
Parliament
:
he
offered
the
forces
of
his
mind
honestly
to
the
nation
.
CHAPTER
L
.
"
'
This
Loller
here
wol
precilen
us
somewhat
.
'
'
Nay
by
my
father
's
soule
!
that
schal
he
nat
,
'
Sayde
the
Schipman
,
'
here
schal
he
not
preche
,
We
schal
no
gospel
glosen
here
ne
teche
.
We
leven
all
in
the
gret
God
,
'
quod
he
.
He
wolden
sowen
some
diffcultee
.
"
—
Canterbury
Tales
.
Dorothea
had
been
safe
at
Freshitt
Hall
nearly
a
week
before
she
had
asked
any
dangerous
questions
.
Every
morning
now
she
sat
with
Celia
in
the
prettiest
of
up-stairs
sitting-rooms
,
opening
into
a
small
conservatory
—
Celia
all
in
white
and
lavender
like
a
bunch
of
mixed
violets
,
watching
the
remarkable
acts
of
the
baby
,
which
were
so
dubious
to
her
inexperienced
mind
that
all
conversation
was
interrupted
by
appeals
for
their
interpretation
made
to
the
oracular
nurse
.
Dorothea
sat
by
in
her
widow
's
dress
,
with
an
expression
which
rather
provoked
Celia
,
as
being
much
too
sad
;
for
not
only
was
baby
quite
well
,
but
really
when
a
husband
had
been
so
dull
and
troublesome
while
he
lived
,
and
besides
that
had
—
well
,
well
!
Sir
James
,
of
course
,
had
told
Celia
everything
,
with
a
strong
representation
how
important
it
was
that
Dorothea
should
not
know
it
sooner
than
was
inevitable
.
But
Mr.
Brooke
had
been
right
in
predicting
that
Dorothea
would
not
long
remain
passive
where
action
had
been
assigned
to
her
;
she
knew
the
purport
of
her
husband
's
will
made
at
the
time
of
their
marriage
,
and
her
mind
,
as
soon
as
she
was
clearly
conscious
of
her
position
,
was
silently
occupied
with
what
she
ought
to
do
as
the
owner
of
Lowick
Manor
with
the
patronage
of
the
living
attached
to
it
.
One
morning
when
her
uncle
paid
his
usual
visit
,
though
with
an
unusual
alacrity
in
his
manner
which
he
accounted
for
by
saying
that
it
was
now
pretty
certain
Parliament
would
be
dissolved
forthwith
,
Dorothea
said
—
"
Uncle
,
it
is
right
now
that
I
should
consider
who
is
to
have
the
living
at
Lowick
.
After
Mr.
Tucker
had
been
provided
for
,
I
never
heard
my
husband
say
that
he
had
any
clergyman
in
his
mind
as
a
successor
to
himself
.
I
think
I
ought
to
have
the
keys
now
and
go
to
Lowick
to
examine
all
my
husband
's
papers
.
There
may
be
something
that
would
throw
light
on
his
wishes
.
"
"
No
hurry
,
my
dear
,
"
said
Mr.
Brooke
,
quietly
.
"
By-and-by
,
you
know
,
you
can
go
,
if
you
like
.
But
I
cast
my
eyes
over
things
in
the
desks
and
drawers
—
there
was
nothing
—
nothing
but
deep
subjects
,
you
know
—
besides
the
will
.
Everything
can
be
done
by-and-by
.
As
to
the
living
,
I
have
had
an
application
for
interest
already
—
I
should
say
rather
good
.
Mr.
Tyke
has
been
strongly
recommended
to
me
—
I
had
something
to
do
with
getting
him
an
appointment
before
.
An
apostolic
man
,
I
believe
—
the
sort
of
thing
that
would
suit
you
,
my
dear
.
"
"
I
should
like
to
have
fuller
knowledge
about
him
,
uncle
,
and
judge
for
myself
,
if
Mr.
Casaubon
has
not
left
any
expression
of
his
wishes
.
He
has
perhaps
made
some
addition
to
his
will
—
there
may
be
some
instructions
for
me
,
"
said
Dorothea
,
who
had
all
the
while
had
this
conjecture
in
her
mind
with
relation
to
her
husband
's
work
.
"
Nothing
about
the
rectory
,
my
dear
—
nothing
,
"
said
Mr.
Brooke
,
rising
to
go
away
,
and
putting
out
his
hand
to
his
nieces
:
"
nor
about
his
researches
,
you
know
.
Nothing
in
the
will
.
"
Dorothea
's
lip
quivered
.
"
Come
,
you
must
not
think
of
these
things
yet
,
my
dear
.
By-and-by
,
you
know
.
"
"
I
am
quite
well
now
,
uncle
;
I
wish
to
exert
myself
.
"
"
Well
,
well
,
we
shall
see
.
But
I
must
run
away
now
—
I
have
no
end
of
work
now
—
it
's
a
crisis
—
a
political
crisis
,
you
know
.
And
here
is
Celia
and
her
little
man
—
you
are
an
aunt
,
you
know
,
now
,
and
I
am
a
sort
of
grandfather
,
"
said
Mr.
Brooke
,
with
placid
hurry
,
anxious
to
get
away
and
tell
Chettam
that
it
would
not
be
his
(
Mr.
Brooke
's
)
fault
if
Dorothea
insisted
on
looking
into
everything
.
Dorothea
sank
back
in
her
chair
when
her
uncle
had
left
the
room
,
and
cast
her
eyes
down
meditatively
on
her
crossed
hands
.
"
Look
,
Dodo
!
look
at
him
!
Did
you
ever
see
anything
like
that
?
"
said
Celia
,
in
her
comfortable
staccato
.
"
What
,
Kitty
?
"
said
Dorothea
,
lifting
her
eyes
rather
absently
.
"
What
?
why
,
his
upper
lip
;
see
how
he
is
drawing
it
down
,
as
if
he
meant
to
make
a
face
.
Is
n't
it
wonderful
!
He
may
have
his
little
thoughts
.
I
wish
nurse
were
here
.
Do
look
at
him
.
"
A
large
tear
which
had
been
for
some
time
gathering
,
rolled
down
Dorothea
's
cheek
as
she
looked
up
and
tried
to
smile
.
"
Do
n't
be
sad
,
Dodo
;
kiss
baby
.
What
are
you
brooding
over
so
?
I
am
sure
you
did
everything
,
and
a
great
deal
too
much
.
You
should
be
happy
now
.
"
"
I
wonder
if
Sir
James
would
drive
me
to
Lowick
.
I
want
to
look
over
everything
—
to
see
if
there
were
any
words
written
for
me
.
"
"
You
are
not
to
go
till
Mr.
Lydgate
says
you
may
go
.
And
he
has
not
said
so
yet
(
here
you
are
,
nurse
;
take
baby
and
walk
up
and
down
the
gallery
)
.
Besides
,
you
have
got
a
wrong
notion
in
your
head
as
usual
,
Dodo
—
I
can
see
that
:
it
vexes
me
.
"
"
Where
am
I
wrong
,
Kitty
?
"
said
Dorothea
,
quite
meekly
.
She
was
almost
ready
now
to
think
Celia
wiser
than
herself
,
and
was
really
wondering
with
some
fear
what
her
wrong
notion
was
.
Celia
felt
her
advantage
,
and
was
determined
to
use
it
.
None
of
them
knew
Dodo
as
well
as
she
did
,
or
knew
how
to
manage
her
.
Since
Celia
's
baby
was
born
,
she
had
had
a
new
sense
of
her
mental
solidity
and
calm
wisdom
.
It
seemed
clear
that
where
there
was
a
baby
,
things
were
right
enough
,
and
that
error
,
in
general
,
was
a
mere
lack
of
that
central
poising
force
.
"
I
can
see
what
you
are
thinking
of
as
well
as
can
be
,
Dodo
,
"
said
Celia
.
"
You
are
wanting
to
find
out
if
there
is
anything
uncomfortable
for
you
to
do
now
,
only
because
Mr.
Casaubon
wished
it
.
As
if
you
had
not
been
uncomfortable
enough
before
.
And
he
does
n't
deserve
it
,
and
you
will
find
that
out
.
He
has
behaved
very
badly
.
James
is
as
angry
with
him
as
can
be
.
And
I
had
better
tell
you
,
to
prepare
you
.
"
"
Celia
,
"
said
Dorothea
,
entreatingly
,
"
you
distress
me
.
Tell
me
at
once
what
you
mean
.
"
It
glanced
through
her
mind
that
Mr.
Casaubon
had
left
the
property
away
from
her
—
which
would
not
be
so
very
distressing
.
"
Why
,
he
has
made
a
codicil
to
his
will
,
to
say
the
property
was
all
to
go
away
from
you
if
you
married
—
I
mean
—
"
"
That
is
of
no
consequence
,
"
said
Dorothea
,
breaking
in
impetuously
.
"
But
if
you
married
Mr.
Ladislaw
,
not
anybody
else
,
"
Celia
went
on
with
persevering
quietude
.
"
Of
course
that
is
of
no
consequence
in
one
way
—
you
never
would
marry
Mr.
Ladislaw
;
but
that
only
makes
it
worse
of
Mr.
Casaubon
.
"
The
blood
rushed
to
Dorothea
's
face
and
neck
painfully
.
But
Celia
was
administering
what
she
thought
a
sobering
dose
of
fact
.
It
was
taking
up
notions
that
had
done
Dodo
's
health
so
much
harm
.
So
she
went
on
in
her
neutral
tone
,
as
if
she
had
been
remarking
on
baby
's
robes
.
"
James
says
so
.
He
says
it
is
abominable
,
and
not
like
a
gentleman
.
And
there
never
was
a
better
judge
than
James
.
It
is
as
if
Mr.
Casaubon
wanted
to
make
people
believe
that
you
would
wish
to
marry
Mr.
Ladislaw
—
which
is
ridiculous
.
Only
James
says
it
was
to
hinder
Mr.
Ladislaw
from
wanting
to
marry
you
for
your
money
—
just
as
if
he
ever
would
think
of
making
you
an
offer
.
Mrs.
Cadwallader
said
you
might
as
well
marry
an
Italian
with
white
mice
!
But
I
must
just
go
and
look
at
baby
,
"
Celia
added
,
without
the
least
change
of
tone
,
throwing
a
light
shawl
over
her
,
and
tripping
away
.
Dorothea
by
this
time
had
turned
cold
again
,
and
now
threw
herself
back
helplessly
in
her
chair
.
She
might
have
compared
her
experience
at
that
moment
to
the
vague
,
alarmed
consciousness
that
her
life
was
taking
on
a
new
form
,
that
she
was
undergoing
a
metamorphosis
in
which
memory
would
not
adjust
itself
to
the
stirring
of
new
organs
.
Everything
was
changing
its
aspect
:
her
husband
's
conduct
,
her
own
duteous
feeling
towards
him
,
every
struggle
between
them
—
and
yet
more
,
her
whole
relation
to
Will
Ladislaw
.
Her
world
was
in
a
state
of
convulsive
change
;
the
only
thing
she
could
say
distinctly
to
herself
was
,
that
she
must
wait
and
think
anew
.
One
change
terrified
her
as
if
it
had
been
a
sin
;
it
was
a
violent
shock
of
repulsion
from
her
departed
husband
,
who
had
had
hidden
thoughts
,
perhaps
perverting
everything
she
said
and
did
.
Then
again
she
was
conscious
of
another
change
which
also
made
her
tremulous
;
it
was
a
sudden
strange
yearning
of
heart
towards
Will
Ladislaw
.
It
had
never
before
entered
her
mind
that
he
could
,
under
any
circumstances
,
be
her
lover
:
conceive
the
effect
of
the
sudden
revelation
that
another
had
thought
of
him
in
that
light
—
that
perhaps
he
himself
had
been
conscious
of
such
a
possibility
,
—
and
this
with
the
hurrying
,
crowding
vision
of
unfitting
conditions
,
and
questions
not
soon
to
be
solved
.
It
seemed
a
long
while
—
she
did
not
know
how
long
—
before
she
heard
Celia
saying
,
"
That
will
do
,
nurse
;
he
will
be
quiet
on
my
lap
now
.
You
can
go
to
lunch
,
and
let
Garratt
stay
in
the
next
room
.
What
I
think
,
Dodo
,
"
Celia
went
on
,
observing
nothing
more
than
that
Dorothea
was
leaning
back
in
her
chair
,
and
likely
to
be
passive
,
"
is
that
Mr.
Casaubon
was
spiteful
.
I
never
did
like
him
,
and
James
never
did
.
I
think
the
corners
of
his
mouth
were
dreadfully
spiteful
.
And
now
he
has
behaved
in
this
way
,
I
am
sure
religion
does
not
require
you
to
make
yourself
uncomfortable
about
him
.
If
he
has
been
taken
away
,
that
is
a
mercy
,
and
you
ought
to
be
grateful
.
We
should
not
grieve
,
should
we
,
baby
?
"
said
Celia
confidentially
to
that
unconscious
centre
and
poise
of
the
world
,
who
had
the
most
remarkable
fists
all
complete
even
to
the
nails
,
and
hair
enough
,
really
,
when
you
took
his
cap
off
,
to
make
—
you
did
n't
know
what
:
—
in
short
,
he
was
Bouddha
in
a
Western
form
.
At
this
crisis
Lydgate
was
announced
,
and
one
of
the
first
things
he
said
was
,
"
I
fear
you
are
not
so
well
as
you
were
,
Mrs.
Casaubon
;
have
you
been
agitated
?
allow
me
to
feel
your
pulse
.
"
Dorothea
's
hand
was
of
a
marble
coldness
.
"
She
wants
to
go
to
Lowick
,
to
look
over
papers
,
"
said
Celia
.
"
She
ought
not
,
ought
she
?
"
Lydgate
did
not
speak
for
a
few
moments
.
Then
he
said
,
looking
at
Dorothea
.
"
I
hardly
know
.
In
my
opinion
Mrs.
Casaubon
should
do
what
would
give
her
the
most
repose
of
mind
.
That
repose
will
not
always
come
from
being
forbidden
to
act
.
"
"
Thank
you
,
"
said
Dorothea
,
exerting
herself
,
"
I
am
sure
that
is
wise
.
There
are
so
many
things
which
I
ought
to
attend
to
.
Why
should
I
sit
here
idle
?
"
Then
,
with
an
effort
to
recall
subjects
not
connected
with
her
agitation
,
she
added
,
abruptly
,
"
You
know
every
one
in
Middlemarch
,
I
think
,
Mr.
Lydgate
.
I
shall
ask
you
to
tell
me
a
great
deal
.
I
have
serious
things
to
do
now
.
I
have
a
living
to
give
away
.
You
know
Mr.
Tyke
and
all
the
—
"
But
Dorothea
's
effort
was
too
much
for
her
;
she
broke
off
and
burst
into
sobs
.
Lydgate
made
her
drink
a
dose
of
sal
volatile
.
"
Let
Mrs.
Casaubon
do
as
she
likes
,
"
he
said
to
Sir
James
,
whom
he
asked
to
see
before
quitting
the
house
.
"
She
wants
perfect
freedom
,
I
think
,
more
than
any
other
prescription
.
"
His
attendance
on
Dorothea
while
her
brain
was
excited
,
had
enabled
him
to
form
some
true
conclusions
concerning
the
trials
of
her
life
.
He
felt
sure
that
she
had
been
suffering
from
the
strain
and
conflict
of
self-repression
;
and
that
she
was
likely
now
to
feel
herself
only
in
another
sort
of
pinfold
than
that
from
which
she
had
been
released
.
Lydgate
's
advice
was
all
the
easier
for
Sir
James
to
follow
when
he
found
that
Celia
had
already
told
Dorothea
the
unpleasant
fact
about
the
will
.
There
was
no
help
for
it
now
—
no
reason
for
any
further
delay
in
the
execution
of
necessary
business
.
And
the
next
day
Sir
James
complied
at
once
with
her
request
that
he
would
drive
her
to
Lowick
.
"
I
have
no
wish
to
stay
there
at
present
,
"
said
Dorothea
;
"
I
could
hardly
bear
it
.
I
am
much
happier
at
Freshitt
with
Celia
.
I
shall
be
able
to
think
better
about
what
should
be
done
at
Lowick
by
looking
at
it
from
a
distance
.
And
I
should
like
to
be
at
the
Grange
a
little
while
with
my
uncle
,
and
go
about
in
all
the
old
walks
and
among
the
people
in
the
village
.
"
"
Not
yet
,
I
think
.
Your
uncle
is
having
political
company
,
and
you
are
better
out
of
the
way
of
such
doings
,
"
said
Sir
James
,
who
at
that
moment
thought
of
the
Grange
chiefly
as
a
haunt
of
young
Ladislaw
's
.
But
no
word
passed
between
him
and
Dorothea
about
the
objectionable
part
of
the
will
;
indeed
,
both
of
them
felt
that
the
mention
of
it
between
them
would
be
impossible
.
Sir
James
was
shy
,
even
with
men
,
about
disagreeable
subjects
;
and
the
one
thing
that
Dorothea
would
have
chosen
to
say
,
if
she
had
spoken
on
the
matter
at
all
,
was
forbidden
to
her
at
present
because
it
seemed
to
be
a
further
exposure
of
her
husband
's
injustice
.
Yet
she
did
wish
that
Sir
James
could
know
what
had
passed
between
her
and
her
husband
about
Will
Ladislaw
's
moral
claim
on
the
property
:
it
would
then
,
she
thought
,
be
apparent
to
him
as
it
was
to
her
,
that
her
husband
's
strange
indelicate
proviso
had
been
chiefly
urged
by
his
bitter
resistance
to
that
idea
of
claim
,
and
not
merely
by
personal
feelings
more
difficult
to
talk
about
.
Also
,
it
must
be
admitted
,
Dorothea
wished
that
this
could
be
known
for
Will
's
sake
,
since
her
friends
seemed
to
think
of
him
as
simply
an
object
of
Mr.
Casaubon
's
charity
.
Why
should
he
be
compared
with
an
Italian
carrying
white
mice
?
That
word
quoted
from
Mrs.
Cadwallader
seemed
like
a
mocking
travesty
wrought
in
the
dark
by
an
impish
finger
.
At
Lowick
Dorothea
searched
desk
and
drawer
—
searched
all
her
husband
's
places
of
deposit
for
private
writing
,
but
found
no
paper
addressed
especially
to
her
,
except
that
"
Synoptical
Tabulation
,
"
which
was
probably
only
the
beginning
of
many
intended
directions
for
her
guidance
.
In
carrying
out
this
bequest
of
labour
to
Dorothea
,
as
in
all
else
,
Mr.
Casaubon
had
been
slow
and
hesitating
,
oppressed
in
the
plan
of
transmitting
his
work
,
as
he
had
been
in
executing
it
,
by
the
sense
of
moving
heavily
in
a
dim
and
clogging
medium
:
distrust
of
Dorothea
's
competence
to
arrange
what
he
had
prepared
was
subdued
only
by
distrust
of
any
other
redactor
.
But
he
had
come
at
last
to
create
a
trust
for
himself
out
of
Dorothea
's
nature
:
she
could
do
what
she
resolved
to
do
:
and
he
willingly
imagined
her
toiling
under
the
fetters
of
a
promise
to
erect
a
tomb
with
his
name
upon
it
.
(
Not
that
Mr.
Casaubon
called
the
future
volumes
a
tomb
;
he
called
them
the
Key
to
all
Mythologies
.
)
But
the
months
gained
on
him
and
left
his
plans
belated
:
he
had
only
had
time
to
ask
for
that
promise
by
which
he
sought
to
keep
his
cold
grasp
on
Dorothea
's
life
.
The
grasp
had
slipped
away
.
Bound
by
a
pledge
given
from
the
depths
of
her
pity
,
she
would
have
been
capable
of
undertaking
a
toil
which
her
judgment
whispered
was
vain
for
all
uses
except
that
consecration
of
faithfulness
which
is
a
supreme
use
.
But
now
her
judgment
,
instead
of
being
controlled
by
duteous
devotion
,
was
made
active
by
the
imbittering
discovery
that
in
her
past
union
there
had
lurked
the
hidden
alienation
of
secrecy
and
suspicion
.
The
living
,
suffering
man
was
no
longer
before
her
to
awaken
her
pity
:
there
remained
only
the
retrospect
of
painful
subjection
to
a
husband
whose
thoughts
had
been
lower
than
she
had
believed
,
whose
exorbitant
claims
for
himself
had
even
blinded
his
scrupulous
care
for
his
own
character
,
and
made
him
defeat
his
own
pride
by
shocking
men
of
ordinary
honour
.
As
for
the
property
which
was
the
sign
of
that
broken
tie
,
she
would
have
been
glad
to
be
free
from
it
and
have
nothing
more
than
her
original
fortune
which
had
been
settled
on
her
,
if
there
had
not
been
duties
attached
to
ownership
,
which
she
ought
not
to
flinch
from
.
About
this
property
many
troublous
questions
insisted
on
rising
:
had
she
not
been
right
in
thinking
that
the
half
of
it
ought
to
go
to
Will
Ladislaw
?
—
but
was
it
not
impossible
now
for
her
to
do
that
act
of
justice
?
Mr.
Casaubon
had
taken
a
cruelly
effective
means
of
hindering
her
:
even
with
indignation
against
him
in
her
heart
,
any
act
that
seemed
a
triumphant
eluding
of
his
purpose
revolted
her
.
After
collecting
papers
of
business
which
she
wished
to
examine
,
she
locked
up
again
the
desks
and
drawers
—
all
empty
of
personal
words
for
her
—
empty
of
any
sign
that
in
her
husband
's
lonely
brooding
his
heart
had
gone
out
to
her
in
excuse
or
explanation
;
and
she
went
back
to
Freshitt
with
the
sense
that
around
his
last
hard
demand
and
his
last
injurious
assertion
of
his
power
,
the
silence
was
unbroken
.
Dorothea
tried
now
to
turn
her
thoughts
towards
immediate
duties
,
and
one
of
these
was
of
a
kind
which
others
were
determined
to
remind
her
of
.
Lydgate
's
ear
had
caught
eagerly
her
mention
of
the
living
,
and
as
soon
as
he
could
,
he
reopened
the
subject
,
seeing
here
a
possibility
of
making
amends
for
the
casting-vote
he
had
once
given
with
an
ill-satisfied
conscience
.
"
Instead
of
telling
you
anything
about
Mr.
Tyke
,
"
he
said
,
"
I
should
like
to
speak
of
another
man
—
Mr.
Farebrother
,
the
Vicar
of
St.
Botolph
's
.
His
living
is
a
poor
one
,
and
gives
him
a
stinted
provision
for
himself
and
his
family
.
His
mother
,
aunt
,
and
sister
all
live
with
him
,
and
depend
upon
him
.
I
believe
he
has
never
married
because
of
them
.
I
never
heard
such
good
preaching
as
his
—
such
plain
,
easy
eloquence
.
He
would
have
done
to
preach
at
St.
Paul
's
Cross
after
old
Latimer
.
His
talk
is
just
as
good
about
all
subjects
:
original
,
simple
,
clear
.
I
think
him
a
remarkable
fellow
:
he
ought
to
have
done
more
than
he
has
done
.
"
"
Why
has
he
not
done
more
?
"
said
Dorothea
,
interested
now
in
all
who
had
slipped
below
their
own
intention
.
"
That
's
a
hard
question
,
"
said
Lydgate
.
"
I
find
myself
that
it
's
uncommonly
difficult
to
make
the
right
thing
work
:
there
are
so
many
strings
pulling
at
once
.
Farebrother
often
hints
that
he
has
got
into
the
wrong
profession
;
he
wants
a
wider
range
than
that
of
a
poor
clergyman
,
and
I
suppose
he
has
no
interest
to
help
him
on
.
He
is
very
fond
of
Natural
History
and
various
scientific
matters
,
and
he
is
hampered
in
reconciling
these
tastes
with
his
position
.
He
has
no
money
to
spare
—
hardly
enough
to
use
;
and
that
has
led
him
into
card-playing
—
Middlemarch
is
a
great
place
for
whist
.
He
does
play
for
money
,
and
he
wins
a
good
deal
.
Of
course
that
takes
him
into
company
a
little
beneath
him
,
and
makes
him
slack
about
some
things
;
and
yet
,
with
all
that
,
looking
at
him
as
a
whole
,
I
think
he
is
one
of
the
most
blameless
men
I
ever
knew
.
He
has
neither
venom
nor
doubleness
in
him
,
and
those
often
go
with
a
more
correct
outside
.
"
"
I
wonder
whether
he
suffers
in
his
conscience
because
of
that
habit
,
"
said
Dorothea
;
"
I
wonder
whether
he
wishes
he
could
leave
it
off
.
"
"
I
have
no
doubt
he
would
leave
it
off
,
if
he
were
transplanted
into
plenty
:
he
would
be
glad
of
the
time
for
other
things
.
"
"
My
uncle
says
that
Mr.
Tyke
is
spoken
of
as
an
apostolic
man
,
"
said
Dorothea
,
meditatively
.
She
was
wishing
it
were
possible
to
restore
the
times
of
primitive
zeal
,
and
yet
thinking
of
Mr.
Farebrother
with
a
strong
desire
to
rescue
him
from
his
chance-gotten
money
.
"
I
do
n't
pretend
to
say
that
Farebrother
is
apostolic
,
"
said
Lydgate
.
"
His
position
is
not
quite
like
that
of
the
Apostles
:
he
is
only
a
parson
among
parishioners
whose
lives
he
has
to
try
and
make
better
.
Practically
I
find
that
what
is
called
being
apostolic
now
,
is
an
impatience
of
everything
in
which
the
parson
does
n't
cut
the
principal
figure
.
I
see
something
of
that
in
Mr.
Tyke
at
the
Hospital
:
a
good
deal
of
his
doctrine
is
a
sort
of
pinching
hard
to
make
people
uncomfortably
aware
of
him
.
Besides
,
an
apostolic
man
at
Lowick
!
—
he
ought
to
think
,
as
St.
Francis
did
,
that
it
is
needful
to
preach
to
the
birds
.
"
"
True
,
"
said
Dorothea
.
"
It
is
hard
to
imagine
what
sort
of
notions
our
farmers
and
labourers
get
from
their
teaching
.
I
have
been
looking
into
a
volume
of
sermons
by
Mr.
Tyke
:
such
sermons
would
be
of
no
use
at
Lowick
—
I
mean
,
about
imputed
righteousness
and
the
prophecies
in
the
Apocalypse
.
I
have
always
been
thinking
of
the
different
ways
in
which
Christianity
is
taught
,
and
whenever
I
find
one
way
that
makes
it
a
wider
blessing
than
any
other
,
I
cling
to
that
as
the
truest
—
I
mean
that
which
takes
in
the
most
good
of
all
kinds
,
and
brings
in
the
most
people
as
sharers
in
it
.
It
is
surely
better
to
pardon
too
much
,
than
to
condemn
too
much
.
But
I
should
like
to
see
Mr.
Farebrother
and
hear
him
preach
.
"
"
Do
,
"
said
Lydgate
;
"
I
trust
