concurredin
praising
the
other
young
practitioner
,
who
had
come
into
the
town
on
Mr.
Peacock
's
retirement
without
further
recommendation
than
his
own
merits
and
such
argument
for
solid
professional
acquirement
as
might
be
gathered
from
his
having
apparently
wasted
no
time
on
other
branches
of
knowledge
.
It
was
clear
that
Lydgate
,
by
not
dispensing
drugs
,
intended
to
cast
imputations
on
his
equals
,
and
also
to
obscure
the
limit
between
his
own
rank
as
a
general
practitioner
and
that
of
the
physicians
,
who
,
in
the
interest
of
the
profession
,
felt
bound
to
maintain
its
various
grades
,
—
especially
against
a
man
who
had
not
been
to
either
of
the
English
universities
and
enjoyed
the
absence
of
anatomical
and
bedside
study
there
,
but
came
with
a
libellous
pretension
to
experience
in
Edinburgh
and
Paris
,
where
observation
might
be
abundant
indeed
,
but
hardly
sound
.
Thus
it
happened
that
on
this
occasion
Bulstrode
became
identified
with
Lydgate
,
and
Lydgate
with
Tyke
;
and
owing
to
this
variety
of
interchangeable
names
for
the
chaplaincy
question
,
diverse
minds
were
enabled
to
form
the
same
judgment
concerning
it
.
Dr.
Sprague
said
at
once
bluntly
to
the
group
assembled
when
he
entered
,
"
I
go
for
Farebrother
.
A
salary
,
with
all
my
heart
.
But
why
take
it
from
the
Vicar
?
He
has
none
too
much
—
has
to
insure
his
life
,
besides
keeping
house
,
and
doing
a
vicar
's
charities
.
Put
forty
pounds
in
his
pocket
and
you
'll
do
no
harm
.
He
's
a
good
fellow
,
is
Farebrother
,
with
as
little
of
the
parson
about
him
as
will
serve
to
carry
orders
.
"
"
Ho
,
ho
!
Doctor
,
"
said
old
Mr.
Powderell
,
a
retired
iron-monger
of
some
standing
—
his
interjection
being
something
between
a
laugh
and
a
Parliamentary
disapproval
;
"
we
must
let
you
have
your
say
.
But
what
we
have
to
consider
is
not
anybody
's
income
—
it
's
the
souls
of
the
poor
sick
people
"
—
here
Mr.
Powderell
's
voice
and
face
had
a
sincere
pathos
in
them
.
"
He
is
a
real
Gospel
preacher
,
is
Mr.
Tyke
.
I
should
vote
against
my
conscience
if
I
voted
against
Mr.
Tyke
—
I
should
indeed
.
"
"
Mr.
Tyke
's
opponents
have
not
asked
any
one
to
vote
against
his
conscience
,
I
believe
,
"
said
Mr.
Hackbutt
,
a
rich
tanner
of
fluent
speech
,
whose
glittering
spectacles
and
erect
hair
were
turned
with
some
severity
towards
innocent
Mr.
Powderell
.
"
But
in
my
judgment
it
behoves
us
,
as
Directors
,
to
consider
whether
we
will
regard
it
as
our
whole
business
to
carry
out
propositions
emanating
from
a
single
quarter
.
Will
any
member
of
the
committee
aver
that
he
would
have
entertained
the
idea
of
displacing
the
gentleman
who
has
always
discharged
the
function
of
chaplain
here
,
if
it
had
not
been
suggested
to
him
by
parties
whose
disposition
it
is
to
regard
every
institution
of
this
town
as
a
machinery
for
carrying
out
their
own
views
?
I
tax
no
man
's
motives
:
let
them
lie
between
himself
and
a
higher
Power
;
but
I
do
say
,
that
there
are
influences
at
work
here
which
are
incompatible
with
genuine
independence
,
and
that
a
crawling
servility
is
usually
dictated
by
circumstances
which
gentlemen
so
conducting
themselves
could
not
afford
either
morally
or
financially
to
avow
.
I
myself
am
a
layman
,
but
I
have
given
no
inconsiderable
attention
to
the
divisions
in
the
Church
and
—
"
"
Oh
,
damn
the
divisions
!
"
burst
in
Mr.
Frank
Hawley
,
lawyer
and
town-clerk
,
who
rarely
presented
himself
at
the
board
,
but
now
looked
in
hurriedly
,
whip
in
hand
.
"
We
have
nothing
to
do
with
them
here
.
Farebrother
has
been
doing
the
work
—
what
there
was
—
without
pay
,
and
if
pay
is
to
be
given
,
it
should
be
given
to
him
.
I
call
it
a
confounded
job
to
take
the
thing
away
from
Farebrother
.
"
"
I
think
it
would
be
as
well
for
gentlemen
not
to
give
their
remarks
a
personal
bearing
,
"
said
Mr.
Plymdale
.
"
I
shall
vote
for
the
appointment
of
Mr.
Tyke
,
but
I
should
not
have
known
,
if
Mr.
Hackbutt
had
n't
hinted
it
,
that
I
was
a
Servile
Crawler
.
"
"
I
disclaim
any
personalities
.
I
expressly
said
,
if
I
may
be
allowed
to
repeat
,
or
even
to
conclude
what
I
was
about
to
say
—
"
"
Ah
,
here
's
Minchin
!
"
said
Mr.
Frank
Hawley
;
at
which
everybody
turned
away
from
Mr.
Hackbutt
,
leaving
him
to
feel
the
uselessness
of
superior
gifts
in
Middlemarch
.
"
Come
,
Doctor
,
I
must
have
you
on
the
right
side
,
eh
?
"
"
I
hope
so
,
"
said
Dr.
Minchin
,
nodding
and
shaking
hands
here
and
there
;
"
at
whatever
cost
to
my
feelings
.
"
"
If
there
's
any
feeling
here
,
it
should
be
feeling
for
the
man
who
is
turned
out
,
I
think
,
"
said
Mr.
Frank
Hawley
.
"
I
confess
I
have
feelings
on
the
other
side
also
.
I
have
a
divided
esteem
,
"
said
Dr.
Minchin
,
rubbing
his
hands
.
"
I
consider
Mr.
Tyke
an
exemplary
man
—
none
more
so
—
and
I
believe
him
to
be
proposed
from
unimpeachable
motives
.
I
,
for
my
part
,
wish
that
I
could
give
him
my
vote
.
But
I
am
constrained
to
take
a
view
of
the
case
which
gives
the
preponderance
to
Mr.
Farebrother
's
claims
.
He
is
an
amiable
man
,
an
able
preacher
,
and
has
been
longer
among
us
.
"
Old
Mr.
Powderell
looked
on
,
sad
and
silent
.
Mr.
Plymdale
settled
his
cravat
,
uneasily
.
"
You
do
n't
set
up
Farebrother
as
a
pattern
of
what
a
clergyman
ought
to
be
,
I
hope
,
"
said
Mr.
Larcher
,
the
eminent
carrier
,
who
had
just
come
in
.
"
I
have
no
ill-will
towards
him
,
but
I
think
we
owe
something
to
the
public
,
not
to
speak
of
anything
higher
,
in
these
appointments
.
In
my
opinion
Farebrother
is
too
lax
for
a
clergyman
.
I
do
n't
wish
to
bring
up
particulars
against
him
;
but
he
will
make
a
little
attendance
here
go
as
far
as
he
can
.
"
"
And
a
devilish
deal
better
than
too
much
,
"
said
Mr.
Hawley
,
whose
bad
language
was
notorious
in
that
part
of
the
county
.
"
Sick
people
ca
n't
bear
so
much
praying
and
preaching
.
And
that
methodistical
sort
of
religion
is
bad
for
the
spirits
—
bad
for
the
inside
,
eh
?
"
he
added
,
turning
quickly
round
to
the
four
medical
men
who
were
assembled
.
But
any
answer
was
dispensed
with
by
the
entrance
of
three
gentlemen
,
with
whom
there
were
greetings
more
or
less
cordial
.
These
were
the
Reverend
Edward
Thesiger
,
Rector
of
St.
Peter
's
,
Mr.
Bulstrode
,
and
our
friend
Mr.
Brooke
of
Tipton
,
who
had
lately
allowed
himself
to
be
put
on
the
board
of
directors
in
his
turn
,
but
had
never
before
attended
,
his
attendance
now
being
due
to
Mr.
Bulstrode
's
exertions
.
Lydgate
was
the
only
person
still
expected
.
Every
one
now
sat
down
,
Mr.
Bulstrode
presiding
,
pale
and
self-restrained
as
usual
.
Mr.
Thesiger
,
a
moderate
evangelical
,
wished
for
the
appointment
of
his
friend
Mr.
Tyke
,
a
zealous
able
man
,
who
,
officiating
at
a
chapel
of
ease
,
had
not
a
cure
of
souls
too
extensive
to
leave
him
ample
time
for
the
new
duty
.
It
was
desirable
that
chaplaincies
of
this
kind
should
be
entered
on
with
a
fervent
intention
:
they
were
peculiar
opportunities
for
spiritual
influence
;
and
while
it
was
good
that
a
salary
should
be
allotted
,
there
was
the
more
need
for
scrupulous
watching
lest
the
office
should
be
perverted
into
a
mere
question
of
salary
.
Mr.
Thesiger
's
manner
had
so
much
quiet
propriety
that
objectors
could
only
simmer
in
silence
.
Mr.
Brooke
believed
that
everybody
meant
well
in
the
matter
.
He
had
not
himself
attended
to
the
affairs
of
the
Infirmary
,
though
he
had
a
strong
interest
in
whatever
was
for
the
benefit
of
Middlemarch
,
and
was
most
happy
to
meet
the
gentlemen
present
on
any
public
question
—
"
any
public
question
,
you
know
,
"
Mr.
Brooke
repeated
,
with
his
nod
of
perfect
understanding
.
"
I
am
a
good
deal
occupied
as
a
magistrate
,
and
in
the
collection
of
documentary
evidence
,
but
I
regard
my
time
as
being
at
the
disposal
of
the
public
—
and
,
in
short
,
my
friends
have
convinced
me
that
a
chaplain
with
a
salary
—
a
salary
,
you
know
—
is
a
very
good
thing
,
and
I
am
happy
to
be
able
to
come
here
and
vote
for
the
appointment
of
Mr.
Tyke
,
who
,
I
understand
,
is
an
unexceptionable
man
,
apostolic
and
eloquent
and
everything
of
that
kind
—
and
I
am
the
last
man
to
withhold
my
vote
—
under
the
circumstances
,
you
know
.
"
"
It
seems
to
me
that
you
have
been
crammed
with
one
side
of
the
question
,
Mr.
Brooke
,
"
said
Mr.
Frank
Hawley
,
who
was
afraid
of
nobody
,
and
was
a
Tory
suspicious
of
electioneering
intentions
.
"
You
do
n't
seem
to
know
that
one
of
the
worthiest
men
we
have
has
been
doing
duty
as
chaplain
here
for
years
without
pay
,
and
that
Mr.
Tyke
is
proposed
to
supersede
him
.
"
"
Excuse
me
,
Mr.
Hawley
,
"
said
Mr.
Bulstrode
.
"
Mr.
Brooke
has
been
fully
informed
of
Mr.
Farebrother
's
character
and
position
.
"
"
By
his
enemies
,
"
flashed
out
Mr.
Hawley
.
"
I
trust
there
is
no
personal
hostility
concerned
here
,
"
said
Mr.
Thesiger
.
"
I
'll
swear
there
is
,
though
,
"
retorted
Mr.
Hawley
.
"
Gentlemen
,
"
said
Mr.
Bulstrode
,
in
a
subdued
tone
,
"
the
merits
of
the
question
may
be
very
briefly
stated
,
and
if
any
one
present
doubts
that
every
gentleman
who
is
about
to
give
his
vote
has
not
been
fully
informed
,
I
can
now
recapitulate
the
considerations
that
should
weigh
on
either
side
.
"
"
I
do
n't
see
the
good
of
that
,
"
said
Mr.
Hawley
.
"
I
suppose
we
all
know
whom
we
mean
to
vote
for
.
Any
man
who
wants
to
do
justice
does
not
wait
till
the
last
minute
to
hear
both
sides
of
the
question
.
I
have
no
time
to
lose
,
and
I
propose
that
the
matter
be
put
to
the
vote
at
once
.
"
A
brief
but
still
hot
discussion
followed
before
each
person
wrote
"
Tyke
"
or
"
Farebrother
"
on
a
piece
of
paper
and
slipped
it
into
a
glass
tumbler
;
and
in
the
mean
time
Mr.
Bulstrode
saw
Lydgate
enter
.
"
I
perceive
that
the
votes
are
equally
divided
at
present
,
"
said
Mr.
Bulstrode
,
in
a
clear
biting
voice
.
Then
,
looking
up
at
Lydgate
—
"
There
is
a
casting-vote
still
to
be
given
.
It
is
yours
,
Mr.
Lydgate
:
will
you
be
good
enough
to
write
?
"
"
The
thing
is
settled
now
,
"
said
Mr.
Wrench
,
rising
.
"
We
all
know
how
Mr.
Lydgate
will
vote
.
"
"
You
seem
to
speak
with
some
peculiar
meaning
,
sir
,
"
said
Lydgate
,
rather
defiantly
,
and
keeping
his
pencil
suspended
.
"
I
merely
mean
that
you
are
expected
to
vote
with
Mr.
Bulstrode
.
Do
you
regard
that
meaning
as
offensive
?
"
"
It
may
be
offensive
to
others
.
But
I
shall
not
desist
from
voting
with
him
on
that
account
.
"
Lydgate
immediately
wrote
down
"
Tyke
.
"
So
the
Rev.
Walter
Tyke
became
chaplain
to
the
Infirmary
,
and
Lydgate
continued
to
work
with
Mr.
Bulstrode
.
He
was
really
uncertain
whether
Tyke
were
not
the
more
suitable
candidate
,
and
yet
his
consciousness
told
him
that
if
he
had
been
quite
free
from
indirect
bias
he
should
have
voted
for
Mr.
Farebrother
.
The
affair
of
the
chaplaincy
remained
a
sore
point
in
his
memory
as
a
case
in
which
this
petty
medium
of
Middlemarch
had
been
too
strong
for
him
.
How
could
a
man
be
satisfied
with
a
decision
between
such
alternatives
and
under
such
circumstances
?
No
more
than
he
can
be
satisfied
with
his
hat
,
which
he
has
chosen
from
among
such
shapes
as
the
resources
of
the
age
offer
him
,
wearing
it
at
best
with
a
resignation
which
is
chiefly
supported
by
comparison
.
But
Mr.
Farebrother
met
him
with
the
same
friendliness
as
before
.
The
character
of
the
publican
and
sinner
is
not
always
practically
incompatible
with
that
of
the
modern
Pharisee
,
for
the
majority
of
us
scarcely
see
more
distinctly
the
faultiness
of
our
own
conduct
than
the
faultiness
of
our
own
arguments
,
or
the
dulness
of
our
own
jokes
.
But
the
Vicar
of
St.
Botolph
's
had
certainly
escaped
the
slightest
tincture
of
the
Pharisee
,
and
by
dint
of
admitting
to
himself
that
he
was
too
much
as
other
men
were
,
he
had
become
remarkably
unlike
them
in
this
—
that
he
could
excuse
others
for
thinking
slightly
of
him
,
and
could
judge
impartially
of
their
conduct
even
when
it
told
against
him
.
"
The
world
has
been
too
strong
for
me
,
I
know
,
"
he
said
one
day
to
Lydgate
.
"
But
then
I
am
not
a
mighty
man
—
I
shall
never
be
a
man
of
renown
.
The
choice
of
Hercules
is
a
pretty
fable
;
but
Prodicus
makes
it
easy
work
for
the
hero
,
as
if
the
first
resolves
were
enough
.
Another
story
says
that
he
came
to
hold
the
distaff
,
and
at
last
wore
the
Nessus
shirt
.
I
suppose
one
good
resolve
might
keep
a
man
right
if
everybody
else
's
resolve
helped
him
.
"
The
Vicar
's
talk
was
not
always
inspiriting
:
he
had
escaped
being
a
Pharisee
,
but
he
had
not
escaped
that
low
estimate
of
possibilities
which
we
rather
hastily
arrive
at
as
an
inference
from
our
own
failure
.
Lydgate
thought
that
there
was
a
pitiable
infirmity
of
will
in
Mr.
Farebrother
.
CHAPTER
XIX
.
"
L
'
altra
vedete
ch'ha
fatto
alla
guancia
Della
sua
palma
,
sospirando
,
letto
.
"
—
Purgatorio
,
vii
.
When
George
the
Fourth
was
still
reigning
over
the
privacies
of
Windsor
,
when
the
Duke
of
Wellington
was
Prime
Minister
,
and
Mr.
Vincy
was
mayor
of
the
old
corporation
in
Middlemarch
,
Mrs.
Casaubon
,
born
Dorothea
Brooke
,
had
taken
her
wedding
journey
to
Rome
.
In
those
days
the
world
in
general
was
more
ignorant
of
good
and
evil
by
forty
years
than
it
is
at
present
.
Travellers
did
not
often
carry
full
information
on
Christian
art
either
in
their
heads
or
their
pockets
;
and
even
the
most
brilliant
English
critic
of
the
day
mistook
the
flower-flushed
tomb
of
the
ascended
Virgin
for
an
ornamental
vase
due
to
the
painter
's
fancy
.
Romanticism
,
which
has
helped
to
fill
some
dull
blanks
with
love
and
knowledge
,
had
not
yet
penetrated
the
times
with
its
leaven
and
entered
into
everybody
's
food
;
it
was
fermenting
still
as
a
distinguishable
vigorous
enthusiasm
in
certain
long-haired
German
artists
at
Rome
,
and
the
youth
of
other
nations
who
worked
or
idled
near
them
were
sometimes
caught
in
the
spreading
movement
.
One
fine
morning
a
young
man
whose
hair
was
not
immoderately
long
,
but
abundant
and
curly
,
and
who
was
otherwise
English
in
his
equipment
,
had
just
turned
his
back
on
the
Belvedere
Torso
in
the
Vatican
and
was
looking
out
on
the
magnificent
view
of
the
mountains
from
the
adjoining
round
vestibule
.
He
was
sufficiently
absorbed
not
to
notice
the
approach
of
a
dark-eyed
,
animated
German
who
came
up
to
him
and
placing
a
hand
on
his
shoulder
,
said
with
a
strong
accent
,
"
Come
here
,
quick
!
else
she
will
have
changed
her
pose
.
"
Quickness
was
ready
at
the
call
,
and
the
two
figures
passed
lightly
along
by
the
Meleager
,
towards
the
hall
where
the
reclining
Ariadne
,
then
called
the
Cleopatra
,
lies
in
the
marble
voluptuousness
of
her
beauty
,
the
drapery
folding
around
her
with
a
petal-like
ease
and
tenderness
.
They
were
just
in
time
to
see
another
figure
standing
against
a
pedestal
near
the
reclining
marble
:
a
breathing
blooming
girl
,
whose
form
,
not
shamed
by
the
Ariadne
,
was
clad
in
Quakerish
gray
drapery
;
her
long
cloak
,
fastened
at
the
neck
,
was
thrown
backward
from
her
arms
,
and
one
beautiful
ungloved
hand
pillowed
her
cheek
,
pushing
somewhat
backward
the
white
beaver
bonnet
which
made
a
sort
of
halo
to
her
face
around
the
simply
braided
dark-brown
hair
.
She
was
not
looking
at
the
sculpture
,
probably
not
thinking
of
it
:
her
large
eyes
were
fixed
dreamily
on
a
streak
of
sunlight
which
fell
across
the
floor
.
But
she
became
conscious
of
the
two
strangers
who
suddenly
paused
as
if
to
contemplate
the
Cleopatra
,
and
,
without
looking
at
them
,
immediately
turned
away
to
join
a
maid-servant
and
courier
who
were
loitering
along
the
hall
at
a
little
distance
off
.
"
What
do
you
think
of
that
for
a
fine
bit
of
antithesis
?
"
said
the
German
,
searching
in
his
friend
's
face
for
responding
admiration
,
but
going
on
volubly
without
waiting
for
any
other
answer
.
"
There
lies
antique
beauty
,
not
corpse-like
even
in
death
,
but
arrested
in
the
complete
contentment
of
its
sensuous
perfection
:
and
here
stands
beauty
in
its
breathing
life
,
with
the
consciousness
of
Christian
centuries
in
its
bosom
.
But
she
should
be
dressed
as
a
nun
;
I
think
she
looks
almost
what
you
call
a
Quaker
;
I
would
dress
her
as
a
nun
in
my
picture
.
However
,
she
is
married
;
I
saw
her
wedding-ring
on
that
wonderful
left
hand
,
otherwise
I
should
have
thought
the
sallow
Geistlicher
was
her
father
.
I
saw
him
parting
from
her
a
good
while
ago
,
and
just
now
I
found
her
in
that
magnificent
pose
.
Only
think
!
he
is
perhaps
rich
,
and
would
like
to
have
her
portrait
taken
.
Ah
!
it
is
no
use
looking
after
her
—
there
she
goes
!
Let
us
follow
her
home
!
"
"
No
,
no
,
"
said
his
companion
,
with
a
little
frown
.
"
You
are
singular
,
Ladislaw
.
You
look
struck
together
.
Do
you
know
her
?
"
"
I
know
that
she
is
married
to
my
cousin
,
"
said
Will
Ladislaw
,
sauntering
down
the
hall
with
a
preoccupied
air
,
while
his
German
friend
kept
at
his
side
and
watched
him
eagerly
.
"
What
!
the
Geistlicher
?
He
looks
more
like
an
uncle
—
a
more
useful
sort
of
relation
.
"
"
He
is
not
my
uncle
.
I
tell
you
he
is
my
second
cousin
,
"
said
Ladislaw
,
with
some
irritation
.
"
Sch�n
,
sch�n
.
Do
n't
be
snappish
.
You
are
not
angry
with
me
for
thinking
Mrs.
Second-Cousin
the
most
perfect
young
Madonna
I
ever
saw
?
"
"
Angry
?
nonsense
.
I
have
only
seen
her
once
before
,
for
a
couple
of
minutes
,
when
my
cousin
introduced
her
to
me
,
just
before
I
left
England
.
They
were
not
married
then
.
I
did
n't
know
they
were
coming
to
Rome
.
"
"
But
you
will
go
to
see
them
now
—
you
will
find
out
what
they
have
for
an
address
—
since
you
know
the
name
.
Shall
we
go
to
the
post
?
And
you
could
speak
about
the
portrait
.
"
"
Confound
you
,
Naumann
!
I
do
n't
know
what
I
shall
do
.
I
am
not
so
brazen
as
you
.
"
"
Bah
!
that
is
because
you
are
dilettantish
and
amateurish
.
If
you
were
an
artist
,
you
would
think
of
Mistress
Second-Cousin
as
antique
form
animated
by
Christian
sentiment
—
a
sort
of
Christian
Antigone
—
sensuous
force
controlled
by
spiritual
passion
.
"
"
Yes
,
and
that
your
painting
her
was
the
chief
outcome
of
her
existence
—
the
divinity
passing
into
higher
completeness
and
all
but
exhausted
in
the
act
of
covering
your
bit
of
canvas
.
I
am
amateurish
if
you
like
:
I
do
not
think
that
all
the
universe
is
straining
towards
the
obscure
significance
of
your
pictures
.
"
"
But
it
is
,
my
dear
!
—
so
far
as
it
is
straining
through
me
,
Adolf
Naumann
:
that
stands
firm
,
"
said
the
good-natured
painter
,
putting
a
hand
on
Ladislaw
's
shoulder
,
and
not
in
the
least
disturbed
by
the
unaccountable
touch
of
ill-humor
in
his
tone
.
"
See
now
!
My
existence
presupposes
the
existence
of
the
whole
universe
—
does
it
not
?
and
my
function
is
to
paint
—
and
as
a
painter
I
have
a
conception
which
is
altogether
genialisch
,
of
your
great-aunt
or
second
grandmother
as
a
subject
for
a
picture
;
therefore
,
the
universe
is
straining
towards
that
picture
through
that
particular
hook
or
claw
which
it
puts
forth
in
the
shape
of
me
—
not
true
?
"
"
But
how
if
another
claw
in
the
shape
of
me
is
straining
to
thwart
it
?
—
the
case
is
a
little
less
simple
then
.
"
"
Not
at
all
:
the
result
of
the
struggle
is
the
same
thing
—
picture
or
no
picture
—
logically
.
"
Will
could
not
resist
this
imperturbable
temper
,
and
the
cloud
in
his
face
broke
into
sunshiny
laughter
.
"
Come
now
,
my
friend
—
you
will
help
?
"
said
Naumann
,
in
a
hopeful
tone
.
"
No
;
nonsense
,
Naumann
!
English
ladies
are
not
at
everybody
's
service
as
models
.
And
you
want
to
express
too
much
with
your
painting
.
You
would
only
have
made
a
better
or
worse
portrait
with
a
background
which
every
connoisseur
would
give
a
different
reason
for
or
against
.
And
what
is
a
portrait
of
a
woman
?
Your
painting
and
Plastik
are
poor
stuff
after
all
.
They
perturb
and
dull
conceptions
instead
of
raising
them
.
Language
is
a
finer
medium
.
"
"
Yes
,
for
those
who
ca
n't
paint
,
"
said
Naumann
.
"
There
you
have
perfect
right
.
I
did
not
recommend
you
to
paint
,
my
friend
.
"
The
amiable
artist
carried
his
sting
,
but
Ladislaw
did
not
choose
to
appear
stung
.
He
went
on
as
if
he
had
not
heard
.
"
Language
gives
a
fuller
image
,
which
is
all
the
better
for
being
vague
.
After
all
,
the
true
seeing
is
within
;
and
painting
stares
at
you
with
an
insistent
imperfection
.
I
feel
that
especially
about
representations
of
women
.
As
if
a
woman
were
a
mere
coloured
superficies
!
You
must
wait
for
movement
and
tone
.
There
is
a
difference
in
their
very
breathing
:
they
change
from
moment
to
moment
.
—
This
woman
whom
you
have
just
seen
,
for
example
:
how
would
you
paint
her
voice
,
pray
?
But
her
voice
is
much
diviner
than
anything
you
have
seen
of
her
.
"
"
I
see
,
I
see
.
You
are
jealous
.
No
man
must
presume
to
think
that
he
can
paint
your
ideal
.
This
is
serious
,
my
friend
!
Your
great-aunt
!
'
Der
Neffe
als
Onkel
'
in
a
tragic
sense
—
ungeheuer
!
"
"
You
and
I
shall
quarrel
,
Naumann
,
if
you
call
that
lady
my
aunt
again
.
"
"
How
is
she
to
be
called
then
?
"
"
Mrs.
Casaubon
.
"
"
Good
.
Suppose
I
get
acquainted
with
her
in
spite
of
you
,
and
find
that
she
very
much
wishes
to
be
painted
?
"
"
Yes
,
suppose
!
"
said
Will
Ladislaw
,
in
a
contemptuous
undertone
,
intended
to
dismiss
the
subject
.
He
was
conscious
of
being
irritated
by
ridiculously
small
causes
,
which
were
half
of
his
own
creation
.
Why
was
he
making
any
fuss
about
Mrs.
Casaubon
?
And
yet
he
felt
as
if
something
had
happened
to
him
with
regard
to
her
.
There
are
characters
which
are
continually
creating
collisions
and
nodes
for
themselves
in
dramas
which
nobody
is
prepared
to
act
with
them
.
Their
susceptibilities
will
clash
against
objects
that
remain
innocently
quiet
.
CHAPTER
XX
.
"
A
child
forsaken
,
waking
suddenly
,
Whose
gaze
afeard
on
all
things
round
doth
rove
,
And
seeth
only
that
it
cannot
see
The
meeting
eyes
of
love
.
"
Two
hours
later
,
Dorothea
was
seated
in
an
inner
room
or
boudoir
of
a
handsome
apartment
in
the
Via
Sistina
.
I
am
sorry
to
add
that
she
was
sobbing
bitterly
,
with
such
abandonment
to
this
relief
of
an
oppressed
heart
as
a
woman
habitually
controlled
by
pride
on
her
own
account
and
thoughtfulness
for
others
will
sometimes
allow
herself
when
she
feels
securely
alone
.
And
Mr.
Casaubon
was
certain
to
remain
away
for
some
time
at
the
Vatican
.
Yet
Dorothea
had
no
distinctly
shapen
grievance
that
she
could
state
even
to
herself
;
and
in
the
midst
of
her
confused
thought
and
passion
,
the
mental
act
that
was
struggling
forth
into
clearness
was
a
self-accusing
cry
that
her
feeling
of
desolation
was
the
fault
of
her
own
spiritual
poverty
.
She
had
married
the
man
of
her
choice
,
and
with
the
advantage
over
most
girls
that
she
had
contemplated
her
marriage
chiefly
as
the
beginning
of
new
duties
:
from
the
very
first
she
had
thought
of
Mr.
Casaubon
as
having
a
mind
so
much
above
her
own
,
that
he
must
often
be
claimed
by
studies
which
she
could
not
entirely
share
;
moreover
,
after
the
brief
narrow
experience
of
her
girlhood
she
was
beholding
Rome
,
the
city
of
visible
history
,
where
the
past
of
a
whole
hemisphere
seems
moving
in
funeral
procession
with
strange
ancestral
images
and
trophies
gathered
from
afar
.
But
this
stupendous
fragmentariness
heightened
the
dreamlike
strangeness
of
her
bridal
life
.
Dorothea
had
now
been
five
weeks
in
Rome
,
and
in
the
kindly
mornings
when
autumn
and
winter
seemed
to
go
hand
in
hand
like
a
happy
aged
couple
one
of
whom
would
presently
survive
in
chiller
loneliness
,
she
had
driven
about
at
first
with
Mr.
Casaubon
,
but
of
late
chiefly
with
Tantripp
and
their
experienced
courier
.
She
had
been
led
through
the
best
galleries
,
had
been
taken
to
the
chief
points
of
view
,
had
been
shown
the
grandest
ruins
and
the
most
glorious
churches
,
and
she
had
ended
by
oftenest
choosing
to
drive
out
to
the
Campagna
where
she
could
feel
alone
with
the
earth
and
sky
,
away-from
the
oppressive
masquerade
of
ages
,
in
which
her
own
life
too
seemed
to
become
a
masque
with
enigmatical
costumes
.
To
those
who
have
looked
at
Rome
with
the
quickening
power
of
a
knowledge
which
breathes
a
growing
soul
into
all
historic
shapes
,
and
traces
out
the
suppressed
transitions
which
unite
all
contrasts
,
Rome
may
still
be
the
spiritual
centre
and
interpreter
of
the
world
.
But
let
them
conceive
one
more
historical
contrast
:
the
gigantic
broken
revelations
of
that
Imperial
and
Papal
city
thrust
abruptly
on
the
notions
of
a
girl
who
had
been
brought
up
in
English
and
Swiss
Puritanism
,
fed
on
meagre
Protestant
histories
and
on
art
chiefly
of
the
hand-screen
sort
;
a
girl
whose
ardent
nature
turned
all
her
small
allowance
of
knowledge
into
principles
,
fusing
her
actions
into
their
mould
,
and
whose
quick
emotions
gave
the
most
abstract
things
the
quality
of
a
pleasure
or
a
pain
;
a
girl
who
had
lately
become
a
wife
,
and
from
the
enthusiastic
acceptance
of
untried
duty
found
herself
plunged
in
tumultuous
preoccupation
with
her
personal
lot
.
The
weight
of
unintelligible
Rome
might
lie
easily
on
bright
nymphs
to
whom
it
formed
a
background
for
the
brilliant
picnic
of
Anglo-foreign
society
;
but
Dorothea
had
no
such
defence
against
deep
impressions
.
Ruins
and
basilicas
,
palaces
and
colossi
,
set
in
the
midst
of
a
sordid
present
,
where
all
that
was
living
and
warm-blooded
seemed
sunk
in
the
deep
degeneracy
of
a
superstition
divorced
from
reverence
;
the
dimmer
but
yet
eager
Titanic
life
gazing
and
struggling
on
walls
and
ceilings
;
the
long
vistas
of
white
forms
whose
marble
eyes
seemed
to
hold
the
monotonous
light
of
an
alien
world
:
all
this
vast
wreck
of
ambitious
ideals
,
sensuous
and
spiritual
,
mixed
confusedly
with
the
signs
of
breathing
forgetfulness
and
degradation
,
at
first
jarred
her
as
with
an
electric
shock
,
and
then
urged
themselves
on
her
with
that
ache
belonging
to
a
glut
of
confused
ideas
which
check
the
flow
of
emotion
.
Forms
both
pale
and
glowing
took
possession
of
her
young
sense
,
and
fixed
themselves
in
her
memory
even
when
she
was
not
thinking
of
them
,
preparing
strange
associations
which
remained
through
her
after-years
.
Our
moods
are
apt
to
bring
with
them
images
which
succeed
each
other
like
the
magic-lantern
pictures
of
a
doze
;
and
in
certain
states
of
dull
forlornness
Dorothea
all
her
life
continued
to
see
the
vastness
of
St.
Peter
's
,
the
huge
bronze
canopy
,
the
excited
intention
in
the
attitudes
and
garments
of
the
prophets
and
evangelists
in
the
mosaics
above
,
and
the
red
drapery
which
was
being
hung
for
Christmas
spreading
itself
everywhere
like
a
disease
of
the
retina
.
Not
that
this
inward
amazement
of
Dorothea
's
was
anything
very
exceptional
:
many
souls
in
their
young
nudity
are
tumbled
out
among
incongruities
and
left
to
"
find
their
feet
"
among
them
,
while
their
elders
go
about
their
business
.
Nor
can
I
suppose
that
when
Mrs.
Casaubon
is
discovered
in
a
fit
of
weeping
six
weeks
after
her
wedding
,
the
situation
will
be
regarded
as
tragic
.
Some
discouragement
,
some
faintness
of
heart
at
the
new
real
future
which
replaces
the
imaginary
,
is
not
unusual
,
and
we
do
not
expect
people
to
be
deeply
moved
by
what
is
not
unusual
.
That
element
of
tragedy
which
lies
in
the
very
fact
of
frequency
,
has
not
yet
wrought
itself
into
the
coarse
emotion
of
mankind
;
and
perhaps
our
frames
could
hardly
bear
much
of
it
.
If
we
had
a
keen
vision
and
feeling
of
all
ordinary
human
life
,
it
would
be
like
hearing
the
grass
grow
and
the
squirrel
's
heart
beat
,
and
we
should
die
of
that
roar
which
lies
on
the
other
side
of
silence
.
As
it
is
,
the
quickest
of
us
walk
about
well
wadded
with
stupidity
.
However
,
Dorothea
was
crying
,
and
if
she
had
been
required
to
state
the
cause
,
she
could
only
have
done
so
in
some
such
general
words
as
I
have
already
used
:
to
have
been
driven
to
be
more
particular
would
have
been
like
trying
to
give
a
history
of
the
lights
and
shadows
,
for
that
new
real
future
which
was
replacing
the
imaginary
drew
its
material
from
the
endless
minutiae
by
which
her
view
of
Mr.
Casaubon
and
her
wifely
relation
,
now
that
she
was
married
to
him
,
was
gradually
changing
with
the
secret
motion
of
a
watch-hand
from
what
it
had
been
in
her
maiden
dream
.
It
was
too
early
yet
for
her
fully
to
recognize
or
at
least
admit
the
change
,
still
more
for
her
to
have
readjusted
that
devotedness
which
was
so
necessary
a
part
of
her
mental
life
that
she
was
almost
sure
sooner
or
later
to
recover
it
.
Permanent
rebellion
,
the
disorder
of
a
life
without
some
loving
reverent
resolve
,
was
not
possible
to
her
;
but
she
was
now
in
an
interval
when
the
very
force
of
her
nature
heightened
its
confusion
.
In
this
way
,
the
early
months
of
marriage
often
are
times
of
critical
tumult
—
whether
that
of
a
shrimp-pool
or
of
deeper
waters
—
which
afterwards
subsides
into
cheerful
peace
.
But
was
not
Mr.
Casaubon
just
as
learned
as
before
?
Had
his
forms
of
expression
changed
,
or
his
sentiments
become
less
laudable
?
Oh
waywardness
of
womanhood
!
did
his
chronology
fail
him
,
or
his
ability
to
state
not
only
a
theory
but
the
names
of
those
who
held
it
;
or
his
provision
for
giving
the
heads
of
any
subject
on
demand
?
And
was
not
Rome
the
place
in
all
the
world
to
give
free
play
to
such
accomplishments
?
Besides
,
had
not
Dorothea
's
enthusiasm
especially
dwelt
on
the
prospect
of
relieving
the
weight
and
perhaps
the
sadness
with
which
great
tasks
lie
on
him
who
has
to
achieve
them
?
—
And
that
such
weight
pressed
on
Mr.
Casaubon
was
only
plainer
than
before
.
All
these
are
crushing
questions
;
but
whatever
else
remained
the
same
,
the
light
had
changed
,
and
you
cannot
find
the
pearly
dawn
at
noonday
.
The
fact
is
unalterable
,
that
a
fellow-mortal
with
whose
nature
you
are
acquainted
solely
through
the
brief
entrances
and
exits
of
a
few
imaginative
weeks
called
courtship
,
may
,
when
seen
in
the
continuity
of
married
companionship
,
be
disclosed
as
something
better
or
worse
than
what
you
have
preconceived
,
but
will
certainly
not
appear
altogether
the
same
.
And
it
would
be
astonishing
to
find
how
soon
the
change
is
felt
if
we
had
no
kindred
changes
to
compare
with
it
.
To
share
lodgings
with
a
brilliant
dinner-companion
,
or
to
see
your
favourite
politician
in
the
Ministry
,
may
bring
about
changes
quite
as
rapid
:
in
these
cases
too
we
begin
by
knowing
little
and
believing
much
,
and
we
sometimes
end
by
inverting
the
quantities
.
Still
,
such
comparisons
might
mislead
,
for
no
man
was
more
incapable
of
flashy
make-believe
than
Mr.
Casaubon
:
he
was
as
genuine
a
character
as
any
ruminant
animal
,
and
he
had
not
actively
assisted
in
creating
any
illusions
about
himself
.
How
was
it
that
in
the
weeks
since
her
marriage
,
Dorothea
had
not
distinctly
observed
but
felt
with
a
stifling
depression
,
that
the
large
vistas
and
wide
fresh
air
which
she
had
dreamed
of
finding
in
her
husband
's
mind
were
replaced
by
anterooms
and
winding
passages
which
seemed
to
lead
nowhither
?
I
suppose
it
was
that
in
courtship
everything
is
regarded
as
provisional
and
preliminary
,
and
the
smallest
sample
of
virtue
or
accomplishment
is
taken
to
guarantee
delightful
stores
which
the
broad
leisure
of
marriage
will
reveal
.
But
the
door-sill
of
marriage
once
crossed
,
expectation
is
concentrated
on
the
present
.
Having
once
embarked
on
your
marital
voyage
,
it
is
impossible
not
to
be
aware
that
you
make
no
way
and
that
the
sea
is
not
within
sight
—
that
,
in
fact
,
you
are
exploring
an
enclosed
basin
.
In
their
conversation
before
marriage
,
Mr.
Casaubon
had
often
dwelt
on
some
explanation
or
questionable
detail
of
which
Dorothea
did
not
see
the
bearing
;
but
such
imperfect
coherence
seemed
due
to
the
brokenness
of
their
intercourse
,
and
,
supported
by
her
faith
in
their
future
,
she
had
listened
with
fervid
patience
to
a
recitation
of
possible
arguments
to
be
brought
against
Mr.
Casaubon
's
entirely
new
view
of
the
Philistine
god
Dagon
and
other
fish-deities
,
thinking
that
hereafter
she
should
see
this
subject
which
touched
him
so
nearly
from
the
same
high
ground
whence
doubtless
it
had
become
so
important
to
him
.
Again
,
the
matter-of-course
statement
and
tone
of
dismissal
with
which
he
treated
what
to
her
were
the
most
stirring
thoughts
,
was
easily
accounted
for
as
belonging
to
the
sense
of
haste
and
preoccupation
in
which
she
herself
shared
during
their
engagement
.
But
now
,
since
they
had
been
in
Rome
,
with
all
the
depths
of
her
emotion
roused
to
tumultuous
activity
,
and
with
life
made
a
new
problem
by
new
elements
,
she
had
been
becoming
more
and
more
aware
,
with
a
certain
terror
,
that
her
mind
was
continually
sliding
into
inward
fits
of
anger
and
repulsion
,
or
else
into
forlorn
weariness
.
How
far
the
judicious
Hooker
or
any
other
hero
of
erudition
would
have
been
the
same
at
Mr.
Casaubon
's
time
of
life
,
she
had
no
means
of
knowing
,
so
that
he
could
not
have
the
advantage
of
comparison
;
but
her
husband
's
way
of
commenting
on
the
strangely
impressive
objects
around
them
had
begun
to
affect
her
with
a
sort
of
mental
shiver
:
he
had
perhaps
the
best
intention
of
acquitting
himself
worthily
,
but
only
of
acquitting
himself
.
What
was
fresh
to
her
mind
was
worn
out
to
his
;
and
such
capacity
of
thought
and
feeling
as
had
ever
been
stimulated
in
him
by
the
general
life
of
mankind
had
long
shrunk
to
a
sort
of
dried
preparation
,
a
lifeless
embalmment
of
knowledge
.
When
he
said
,
"
Does
this
interest
you
,
Dorothea
?
Shall
we
stay
a
little
longer
?
I
am
ready
to
stay
if
you
wish
it
,
"
—
it
seemed
to
her
as
if
going
or
staying
were
alike
dreary
.
Or
,
"
Should
you
like
to
go
to
the
Farnesina
,
Dorothea
?
It
contains
celebrated
frescos
designed
or
painted
by
Raphael
,
which
most
persons
think
it
worth
while
to
visit
.
"
"
But
do
you
care
about
them
?
"
was
always
Dorothea
's
question
.
"
They
are
,
I
believe
,
highly
esteemed
.
Some
of
them
represent
the
fable
of
Cupid
and
Psyche
,
which
is
probably
the
romantic
invention
of
a
literary
period
,
and
cannot
,
I
think
,
be
reckoned
as
a
genuine
mythical
product
.
But
if
you
like
these
wall-paintings
we
can
easily
drive
thither
;
and
you
will
then
,
I
think
,
have
seen
the
chief
works
of
Raphael
,
any
of
which
it
were
a
pity
to
omit
in
a
visit
to
Rome
.
He
is
the
painter
who
has
been
held
to
combine
the
most
complete
grace
of
form
with
sublimity
of
expression
.
Such
at
least
I
have
gathered
to
be
the
opinion
of
cognoscenti
.
"
This
kind
of
answer
given
in
a
measured
official
tone
,
as
of
a
clergyman
reading
according
to
the
rubric
,
did
not
help
to
justify
the
glories
of
the
Eternal
City
,
or
to
give
her
the
hope
that
if
she
knew
more
about
them
the
world
would
be
joyously
illuminated
for
her
.
There
is
hardly
any
contact
more
depressing
to
a
young
ardent
creature
than
that
of
a
mind
in
which
years
full
of
knowledge
seem
to
have
issued
in
a
blank
absence
of
interest
or
sympathy
.
On
other
subjects
indeed
Mr.
Casaubon
showed
a
tenacity
of
occupation
and
an
eagerness
which
are
usually
regarded
as
the
effect
of
enthusiasm
,
and
Dorothea
was
anxious
to
follow
this
spontaneous
direction
of
his
thoughts
,
instead
of
being
made
to
feel
that
she
dragged
him
away
from
it
.
But
she
was
gradually
ceasing
to
expect
with
her
former
delightful
confidence
that
she
should
see
any
wide
opening
where
she
followed
him
.
Poor
Mr.
Casaubon
himself
was
lost
among
small
closets
and
winding
stairs
,
and
in
an
agitated
dimness
about
the
Cabeiri
,
or
in
an
exposure
of
other
mythologists
'
ill-considered
parallels
,
easily
lost
sight
of
any
purpose
which
had
prompted
him
to
these
labours
.
With
his
taper
stuck
before
him
he
forgot
the
absence
of
windows
,
and
in
bitter
manuscript
remarks
on
other
men
's
notions
about
the
solar
deities
,
he
had
become
indifferent
to
the
sunlight
.
These
characteristics
,
fixed
and
unchangeable
as
bone
in
Mr.
Casaubon
,
might
have
remained
longer
unfelt
by
Dorothea
if
she
had
been
encouraged
to
pour
forth
her
girlish
and
womanly
feeling
—
if
he
would
have
held
her
hands
between
his
and
listened
with
the
delight
of
tenderness
and
understanding
to
all
the
little
histories
which
made
up
her
experience
,
and
would
have
given
her
the
same
sort
of
intimacy
in
return
,
so
that
the
past
life
of
each
could
be
included
in
their
mutual
knowledge
and
affection
—
or
if
she
could
have
fed
her
affection
with
those
childlike
caresses
which
are
the
bent
of
every
sweet
woman
,
who
has
begun
by
showering
kisses
on
the
hard
pate
of
her
bald
doll
,
creating
a
happy
soul
within
that
woodenness
from
the
wealth
of
her
own
love
.
That
was
Dorothea
's
bent
.
With
all
her
yearning
to
know
what
was
afar
from
her
and
to
be
widely
benignant
,
she
had
ardor
enough
for
what
was
near
,
to
have
kissed
Mr.
Casaubon
's
coat-sleeve
,
or
to
have
caressed
his
shoe-latchet
,
if
he
would
have
made
any
other
sign
of
acceptance
than
pronouncing
her
,
with
his
unfailing
propriety
,
to
be
of
a
most
affectionate
and
truly
feminine
nature
,
indicating
at
the
same
time
by
politely
reaching
a
chair
for
her
that
he
regarded
these
manifestations
as
rather
crude
and
startling
.
Having
made
his
clerical
toilet
with
due
care
in
the
morning
,
he
was
prepared
only
for
those
amenities
of
life
which
were
suited
to
the
well-adjusted
stiff
cravat
of
the
period
,
and
to
a
mind
weighted
with
unpublished
matter
.
And
by
a
sad
contradiction
Dorothea
's
ideas
and
resolves
seemed
like
melting
ice
floating
and
lost
in
the
warm
flood
of
which
they
had
been
but
another
form
.
She
was
humiliated
to
find
herself
a
mere
victim
of
feeling
,
as
if
she
could
know
nothing
except
through
that
medium
:
all
her
strength
was
scattered
in
fits
of
agitation
,
of
struggle
,
of
despondency
,
and
then
again
in
visions
of
more
complete
renunciation
,
transforming
all
hard
conditions
into
duty
.
Poor
Dorothea
!
she
was
certainly
troublesome
—
to
herself
chiefly
;
but
this
morning
for
the
first
time
she
had
been
troublesome
to
Mr.
Casaubon
.
She
had
begun
,
while
they
were
taking
coffee
,
with
a
determination
to
shake
off
what
she
inwardly
called
her
selfishness
,
and
turned
a
face
all
cheerful
attention
to
her
husband
when
he
said
,
"
My
dear
Dorothea
,
we
must
now
think
of
all
that
is
yet
left
undone
,
as
a
preliminary
to
our
departure
.
I
would
fain
have
returned
home
earlier
that
we
might
have
been
at
Lowick
for
the
Christmas
;
but
my
inquiries
here
have
been
protracted
beyond
their
anticipated
period
.
I
trust
,
however
,
that
the
time
here
has
not
been
passed
unpleasantly
to
you
.
Among
the
sights
of
Europe
,
that
of
Rome
has
ever
been
held
one
of
the
most
striking
and
in
some
respects
edifying
.
I
well
remember
that
I
considered
it
an
epoch
in
my
life
when
I
visited
it
for
the
first
time
;
after
the
fall
of
Napoleon
,
an
event
which
opened
the
Continent
to
travellers
.
Indeed
I
think
it
is
one
among
several
cities
to
which
an
extreme
hyperbole
has
been
applied
—
'
See
Rome
and
die
:
'
but
in
your
case
I
would
propose
an
emendation
and
say
,
See
Rome
as
a
bride
,
and
live
henceforth
as
a
happy
wife
.
"
Mr.
Casaubon
pronounced
this
little
speech
with
the
most
conscientious
intention
,
blinking
a
little
and
swaying
his
head
up
and
down
,
and
concluding
with
a
smile
.
He
had
not
found
marriage
a
rapturous
state
,
but
he
had
no
idea
of
being
anything
else
than
an
irreproachable
husband
,
who
would
make
a
charming
young
woman
as
happy
as
she
deserved
to
be
.
"
I
hope
you
are
thoroughly
satisfied
with
our
stay
—
I
mean
,
with
the
result
so
far
as
your
studies
are
concerned
,
"
said
Dorothea
,
trying
to
keep
her
mind
fixed
on
what
most
affected
her
husband
.
"
Yes
,
"
said
Mr.
Casaubon
,
with
that
peculiar
pitch
of
voice
which
makes
the
word
half
a
negative
.
"
I
have
been
led
farther
than
I
had
foreseen
,
and
various
subjects
for
annotation
have
presented
themselves
which
,
though
I
have
no
direct
need
of
them
,
I
could
not
pretermit
.
The
task
,
notwithstanding
the
assistance
of
my
amanuensis
,
has
been
a
somewhat
labourious
one
,
but
your
society
has
happily
prevented
me
from
that
too
continuous
prosecution
of
thought
beyond
the
hours
of
study
which
has
been
the
snare
of
my
solitary
life
.
"
"
I
am
very
glad
that
my
presence
has
made
any
difference
to
you
,
"
said
Dorothea
,
who
had
a
vivid
memory
of
evenings
in
which
she
had
supposed
that
Mr.
Casaubon
's
mind
had
gone
too
deep
during
the
day
to
be
able
to
get
to
the
surface
again
.
I
fear
there
was
a
little
temper
in
her
reply
.
"
I
hope
when
we
get
to
Lowick
,
I
shall
be
more
useful
to
you
,
and
be
able
to
enter
a
little
more
into
what
interests
you
.
"
"
Doubtless
,
my
dear
,
"
said
Mr.
Casaubon
,
with
a
slight
bow
.
"
The
notes
I
have
here
made
will
want
sifting
,
and
you
can
,
if
you
please
,
extract
them
under
my
direction
.
"
"
And
all
your
notes
,
"
said
Dorothea
,
whose
heart
had
already
burned
within
her
on
this
subject
,
so
that
now
she
could
not
help
speaking
with
her
tongue
.
"
All
those
rows
of
volumes
—
will
you
not
now
do
what
you
used
to
speak
of
?
—
will
you
not
make
up
your
mind
what
part
of
them
you
will
use
,
and
begin
to
write
the
book
which
will
make
your
vast
knowledge
useful
to
the
world
?
I
will
write
to
your
dictation
,
or
I
will
copy
and
extract
what
you
tell
me
:
I
can
be
of
no
other
use
.
"
Dorothea
,
in
a
most
unaccountable
,
darkly
feminine
manner
,
ended
with
a
slight
sob
and
eyes
full
of
tears
.
The
excessive
feeling
manifested
would
alone
have
been
highly
disturbing
to
Mr.
Casaubon
,
but
there
were
other
reasons
why
Dorothea
's
words
were
among
the
most
cutting
and
irritating
to
him
that
she
could
have
been
impelled
to
use
.
She
was
as
blind
to
his
inward
troubles
as
he
to
hers
:
she
had
not
yet
learned
those
hidden
conflicts
in
her
husband
which
claim
our
pity
.
She
had
not
yet
listened
patiently
to
his
heartbeats
,
but
only
felt
that
her
own
was
beating
violently
.
In
Mr.
Casaubon
's
ear
,
Dorothea
's
voice
gave
loud
emphatic
iteration
to
those
muffled
suggestions
of
consciousness
which
it
was
possible
to
explain
as
mere
fancy
,
the
illusion
of
exaggerated
sensitiveness
:
always
when
such
suggestions
are
unmistakably
repeated
from
without
,
they
are
resisted
as
cruel
and
unjust
.
We
are
angered
even
by
the
full
acceptance
of
our
humiliating
confessions
—
how
much
more
by
hearing
in
hard
distinct
syllables
from
the
lips
of
a
near
observer
,
those
confused
murmurs
which
we
try
to
call
morbid
,
and
strive
against
as
if
they
were
the
oncoming
of
numbness
!
And
this
cruel
outward
accuser
was
there
in
the
shape
of
a
wife
—
nay
,
of
a
young
bride
,
who
,
instead
of
observing
his
abundant
pen-scratches
and
amplitude
of
paper
with
the
uncritical
awe
of
an
elegant-minded
canary-bird
,
seemed
to
present
herself
as
a
spy
watching
everything
with
a
malign
power
of
inference
.
Here
,
towards
this
particular
point
of
the
compass
,
Mr.
Casaubon
had
a
sensitiveness
to
match
Dorothea
's
,
and
an
equal
quickness
to
imagine
more
than
the
fact
.
He
had
formerly
observed
with
approbation
her
capacity
for
worshipping
the
right
object
;
he
now
foresaw
with
sudden
terror
that
this
capacity
might
be
replaced
by
presumption
,
this
worship
by
the
most
exasperating
of
all
criticism
,
—
that
which
sees
vaguely
a
great
many
fine
ends
,
and
has
not
the
least
notion
what
it
costs
to
reach
them
.
For
the
first
time
since
Dorothea
had
known
him
,
Mr.
Casaubon
's
face
had
a
quick
angry
flush
upon
it
.
"
My
love
,
"
he
said
,
with
irritation
reined
in
by
propriety
,
"
you
may
rely
upon
me
for
knowing
the
times
and
the
seasons
,
adapted
to
the
different
stages
of
a
work
which
is
not
to
be
measured
by
the
facile
conjectures
of
ignorant
onlookers
.
It
had
been
easy
for
me
to
gain
a
temporary
effect
by
a
mirage
of
baseless
opinion
;
but
it
is
ever
the
trial
of
the
scrupulous
explorer
to
be
saluted
with
the
impatient
scorn
of
chatterers
who
attempt
only
the
smallest
achievements
,
being
indeed
equipped
for
no
other
.
And
it
were
well
if
all
such
could
be
admonished
to
discriminate
judgments
of
which
the
true
subject-matter
lies
entirely
beyond
their
reach
,
from
those
of
which
the
elements
may
be
compassed
by
a
narrow
and
superficial
survey
.
"
This
speech
was
delivered
with
an
energy
and
readiness
quite
unusual
with
Mr.
Casaubon
.
It
was
not
indeed
entirely
an
improvisation
,
but
had
taken
shape
in
inward
colloquy
,
and
rushed
out
like
the
round
grains
from
a
fruit
when
sudden
heat
cracks
it
.
Dorothea
was
not
only
his
wife
:
she
was
a
personification
of
that
shallow
world
which
surrounds
the
appreciated
or
desponding
author
.
Dorothea
was
indignant
in
her
turn
.
Had
she
not
been
repressing
everything
in
herself
except
the
desire
to
enter
into
some
fellowship
with
her
husband
's
chief
interests
?
"
My
judgment
was
a
very
superficial
one
—
such
as
I
am
capable
of
forming
,
"
she
answered
,
with
a
prompt
resentment
,
that
needed
no
rehearsal
.
"
You
showed
me
the
rows
of
notebooks
—
you
have
often
spoken
of
them
—
you
have
often
said
that
they
wanted
digesting
.
But
I
never
heard
you
speak
of
the
writing
that
is
to
be
published
.
Those
were
very
simple
facts
,
and
my
judgment
went
no
farther
.
I
only
begged
you
to
let
me
be
of
some
good
to
you
.
"
Dorothea
rose
to
leave
the
table
and
Mr.
Casaubon
made
no
reply
,
taking
up
a
letter
which
lay
beside
him
as
if
to
reperuse
it
.
Both
were
shocked
at
their
mutual
situation
—
that
each
should
have
betrayed
anger
towards
the
other
.
If
they
had
been
at
home
,
settled
at
Lowick
in
ordinary
life
among
their
neighbors
,
the
clash
would
have
been
less
embarrassing
:
but
on
a
wedding
journey
,
the
express
object
of
which
is
to
isolate
two
people
on
the
ground
that
they
are
all
the
world
to
each
other
,
the
sense
of
disagreement
is
,
to
say
the
least
,
confounding
and
stultifying
.
To
have
changed
your
longitude
extensively
and
placed
yourselves
in
a
moral
solitude
in
order
to
have
small
explosions
,
to
find
conversation
difficult
and
to
hand
a
glass
of
water
without
looking
,
can
hardly
be
regarded
as
satisfactory
fulfilment
even
to
the
toughest
minds
.
To
Dorothea
's
inexperienced
sensitiveness
,
it
seemed
like
a
catastrophe
,
changing
all
prospects
;
and
to
Mr.
Casaubon
it
was
a
new
pain
,
he
never
having
been
on
a
wedding
journey
before
,
or
found
himself
in
that
close
union
which
was
more
of
a
subjection
than
he
had
been
able
to
imagine
,
since
this
charming
young
bride
not
only
obliged
him
to
much
consideration
on
her
behalf
(
which
he
had
sedulously
given
)
,
but
turned
out
to
be
capable
of
agitating
him
cruelly
just
where
he
most
needed
soothing
.
Instead
of
getting
a
soft
fence
against
the
cold
,
shadowy
,
unapplausive
audience
of
his
life
,
had
he
only
given
it
a
more
substantial
presence
?
Neither
of
them
felt
it
possible
to
speak
again
at
present
.
To
have
reversed
a
previous
arrangement
and
declined
to
go
out
would
have
been
a
show
of
persistent
anger
which
Dorothea
's
conscience
shrank
from
,
seeing
that
she
already
began
to
feel
herself
guilty
.
However
just
her
indignation
might
be
,
her
ideal
was
not
to
claim
justice
,
but
to
give
tenderness
.
So
when
the
carriage
came
to
the
door
,
she
drove
with
Mr.
Casaubon
to
the
Vatican
,
walked
with
him
through
the
stony
avenue
of
inscriptions
,
and
when
she
parted
with
him
at
the
entrance
to
the
Library
,
went
on
through
the
Museum
out
of
mere
listlessness
as
to
what
was
around
her
.
She
had
not
spirit
to
turn
round
and
say
that
she
would
drive
anywhere
.
It
was
when
Mr.
Casaubon
was
quitting
her
that
Naumann
had
first
seen
her
,
and
he
had
entered
the
long
gallery
of
sculpture
at
the
same
time
with
her
;
but
here
Naumann
had
to
await
Ladislaw
with
whom
he
was
to
settle
a
bet
of
champagne
about
an
enigmatical
mediaeval-looking
figure
there
.
After
they
had
examined
the
figure
,
and
had
walked
on
finishing
their
dispute
,
they
had
parted
,
Ladislaw
lingering
behind
while
Naumann
had
gone
into
the
Hall
of
Statues
where
he
again
saw
Dorothea
,
and
saw
her
in
that
brooding
abstraction
which
made
her
pose
remarkable
.
She
did
not
really
see
the
streak
of
sunlight
on
the
floor
more
than
she
saw
the
statues
:
she
was
inwardly
seeing
the
light
of
years
to
come
in
her
own
home
and
over
the
English
fields
and
elms
and
hedge-bordered
highroads
;
and
feeling
that
the
way
in
which
they
might
be
filled
with
joyful
devotedness
was
not
so
clear
to
her
as
it
had
been
.
But
in
Dorothea
's
mind
there
was
a
current
into
which
all
thought
and
feeling
were
apt
sooner
or
later
to
flow
—
the
reaching
forward
of
the
whole
consciousness
towards
the
fullest
truth
,
the
least
partial
good
.
There
was
clearly
something
better
than
anger
and
despondency
.
CHAPTER
XXI
.
"
Hire
facounde
eke
full
womanly
and
plain
,
No
contrefeted
termes
had
she
To
semen
wise
.
"
—
CHAUCER
.
It
was
in
that
way
Dorothea
came
to
be
sobbing
as
soon
as
she
was
securely
alone
.
But
she
was
presently
roused
by
a
knock
at
the
door
,
which
made
her
hastily
dry
her
eyes
before
saying
,
"
Come
in
.
"
Tantripp
had
brought
a
card
,
and
said
that
there
was
a
gentleman
waiting
in
the
lobby
.
The
courier
had
told
him
that
only
Mrs.
Casaubon
was
at
home
,
but
he
said
he
was
a
relation
of
Mr.
Casaubon
's
:
would
she
see
him
?
"
Yes
,
"
said
Dorothea
,
without
pause
;
"
show
him
into
the
salon
.
"
Her
chief
impressions
about
young
Ladislaw
were
that
when
she
had
seen
him
at
Lowick
she
had
been
made
aware
of
Mr.
Casaubon
's
generosity
towards
him
,
and
also
that
she
had
been
interested
in
his
own
hesitation
about
his
career
.
She
was
alive
to
anything
that
gave
her
an
opportunity
for
active
sympathy
,
and
at
this
moment
it
seemed
as
if
the
visit
had
come
to
shake
her
out
of
her
self-absorbed
discontent
—
to
remind
her
of
her
husband
's
goodness
,
and
make
her
feel
that
she
had
now
the
right
to
be
his
helpmate
in
all
kind
deeds
.
She
waited
a
minute
or
two
,
but
when
she
passed
into
the
next
room
there
were
just
signs
enough
that
she
had
been
crying
to
make
her
open
face
look
more
youthful
and
appealing
than
usual
.
She
met
Ladislaw
with
that
exquisite
smile
of
good-will
which
is
unmixed
with
vanity
,
and
held
out
her
hand
to
him
.
He
was
the
elder
by
several
years
,
but
at
that
moment
he
looked
much
the
younger
,
for
his
transparent
complexion
flushed
suddenly
,
and
he
spoke
with
a
shyness
extremely
unlike
the
ready
indifference
of
his
manner
with
his
male
companion
,
while
Dorothea
became
all
the
calmer
with
a
wondering
desire
to
put
him
at
ease
.
"
I
was
not
aware
that
you
and
Mr.
Casaubon
were
in
Rome
,
until
this
morning
,
when
I
saw
you
in
the
Vatican
Museum
,
"
he
said
.
"
I
knew
you
at
once
—
but
—
I
mean
,
that
I
concluded
Mr.
Casaubon
's
address
would
be
found
at
the
Poste
Restante
,
and
I
was
anxious
to
pay
my
respects
to
him
and
you
as
early
as
possible
.
"
"
Pray
sit
down
.
He
is
not
here
now
,
but
he
will
be
glad
to
hear
of
you
,
I
am
sure
,
"
said
Dorothea
,
seating
herself
unthinkingly
between
the
fire
and
the
light
of
the
tall
window
,
and
pointing
to
a
chair
opposite
,
with
the
quietude
of
a
benignant
matron
.
The
signs
of
girlish
sorrow
in
her
face
were
only
the
more
striking
.
"
Mr.
Casaubon
is
much
engaged
;
but
you
will
leave
your
address
—
will
you
not
?
—
and
he
will
write
to
you
.
"
"
You
are
very
good
,
"
said
Ladislaw
,
beginning
to
lose
his
diffidence
in
the
interest
with
which
he
was
observing
the
signs
