do.
There
is
nothing
better
that
I
can
do
in
the
world
.
"
Dorothea
's
voice
,
as
she
made
this
childlike
picture
of
what
she
would
do
,
might
have
been
almost
taken
as
a
proof
that
she
could
do
it
effectively
.
The
searching
tenderness
of
her
woman
's
tones
seemed
made
for
a
defence
against
ready
accusers
.
Lydgate
did
not
stay
to
think
that
she
was
Quixotic
:
he
gave
himself
up
,
for
the
first
time
in
his
life
,
to
the
exquisite
sense
of
leaning
entirely
on
a
generous
sympathy
,
without
any
check
of
proud
reserve
.
And
he
told
her
everything
,
from
the
time
when
,
under
the
pressure
of
his
difficulties
,
he
unwillingly
made
his
first
application
to
Bulstrode
;
gradually
,
in
the
relief
of
speaking
,
getting
into
a
more
thorough
utterance
of
what
had
gone
on
in
his
mind
—
entering
fully
into
the
fact
that
his
treatment
of
the
patient
was
opposed
to
the
dominant
practice
,
into
his
doubts
at
the
last
,
his
ideal
of
medical
duty
,
and
his
uneasy
consciousness
that
the
acceptance
of
the
money
had
made
some
difference
in
his
private
inclination
and
professional
behavior
,
though
not
in
his
fulfilment
of
any
publicly
recognized
obligation
.
"
It
has
come
to
my
knowledge
since
,
"
he
added
,
"
that
Hawley
sent
some
one
to
examine
the
housekeeper
at
Stone
Court
,
and
she
said
that
she
gave
the
patient
all
the
opium
in
the
phial
I
left
,
as
well
as
a
good
deal
of
brandy
.
But
that
would
not
have
been
opposed
to
ordinary
prescriptions
,
even
of
first-rate
men
.
The
suspicions
against
me
had
no
hold
there
:
they
are
grounded
on
the
knowledge
that
I
took
money
,
that
Bulstrode
had
strong
motives
for
wishing
the
man
to
die
,
and
that
he
gave
me
the
money
as
a
bribe
to
concur
in
some
malpractices
or
other
against
the
patient
—
that
in
any
case
I
accepted
a
bribe
to
hold
my
tongue
.
They
are
just
the
suspicions
that
cling
the
most
obstinately
,
because
they
lie
in
people
's
inclination
and
can
never
be
disproved
.
How
my
orders
came
to
be
disobeyed
is
a
question
to
which
I
do
n't
know
the
answer
.
It
is
still
possible
that
Bulstrode
was
innocent
of
any
criminal
intention
—
even
possible
that
he
had
nothing
to
do
with
the
disobedience
,
and
merely
abstained
from
mentioning
it
.
But
all
that
has
nothing
to
do
with
the
public
belief
.
It
is
one
of
those
cases
on
which
a
man
is
condemned
on
the
ground
of
his
character
—
it
is
believed
that
he
has
committed
a
crime
in
some
undefined
way
,
because
he
had
the
motive
for
doing
it
;
and
Bulstrode
's
character
has
enveloped
me
,
because
I
took
his
money
.
I
am
simply
blighted
—
like
a
damaged
ear
of
corn
—
the
business
is
done
and
ca
n't
be
undone
.
"
"
Oh
,
it
is
hard
!
"
said
Dorothea
.
"
I
understand
the
difficulty
there
is
in
your
vindicating
yourself
.
And
that
all
this
should
have
come
to
you
who
had
meant
to
lead
a
higher
life
than
the
common
,
and
to
find
out
better
ways
—
I
cannot
bear
to
rest
in
this
as
unchangeable
.
I
know
you
meant
that
.
I
remember
what
you
said
to
me
when
you
first
spoke
to
me
about
the
hospital
.
There
is
no
sorrow
I
have
thought
more
about
than
that
—
to
love
what
is
great
,
and
try
to
reach
it
,
and
yet
to
fail
.
"
"
Yes
,
"
said
Lydgate
,
feeling
that
here
he
had
found
room
for
the
full
meaning
of
his
grief
.
"
I
had
some
ambition
.
I
meant
everything
to
be
different
with
me
.
I
thought
I
had
more
strength
and
mastery
.
But
the
most
terrible
obstacles
are
such
as
nobody
can
see
except
oneself
.
"
"
Suppose
,
"
said
Dorothea
,
meditatively
,
—
"
suppose
we
kept
on
the
Hospital
according
to
the
present
plan
,
and
you
stayed
here
though
only
with
the
friendship
and
support
of
a
few
,
the
evil
feeling
towards
you
would
gradually
die
out
;
there
would
come
opportunities
in
which
people
would
be
forced
to
acknowledge
that
they
had
been
unjust
to
you
,
because
they
would
see
that
your
purposes
were
pure
.
You
may
still
win
a
great
fame
like
the
Louis
and
Laennec
I
have
heard
you
speak
of
,
and
we
shall
all
be
proud
of
you
,
"
she
ended
,
with
a
smile
.
"
That
might
do
if
I
had
my
old
trust
in
myself
,
"
said
Lydgate
,
mournfully
.
"
Nothing
galls
me
more
than
the
notion
of
turning
round
and
running
away
before
this
slander
,
leaving
it
unchecked
behind
me
.
Still
,
I
ca
n't
ask
any
one
to
put
a
great
deal
of
money
into
a
plan
which
depends
on
me
.
"
"
It
would
be
quite
worth
my
while
,
"
said
Dorothea
,
simply
.
"
Only
think
.
I
am
very
uncomfortable
with
my
money
,
because
they
tell
me
I
have
too
little
for
any
great
scheme
of
the
sort
I
like
best
,
and
yet
I
have
too
much
.
I
do
n't
know
what
to
do
.
I
have
seven
hundred
a-year
of
my
own
fortune
,
and
nineteen
hundred
a-year
that
Mr.
Casaubon
left
me
,
and
between
three
and
four
thousand
of
ready
money
in
the
bank
.
I
wished
to
raise
money
and
pay
it
off
gradually
out
of
my
income
which
I
do
n't
want
,
to
buy
land
with
and
found
a
village
which
should
be
a
school
of
industry
;
but
Sir
James
and
my
uncle
have
convinced
me
that
the
risk
would
be
too
great
.
So
you
see
that
what
I
should
most
rejoice
at
would
be
to
have
something
good
to
do
with
my
money
:
I
should
like
it
to
make
other
people
's
lives
better
to
them
.
It
makes
me
very
uneasy
—
coming
all
to
me
who
do
n't
want
it
.
"
A
smile
broke
through
the
gloom
of
Lydgate
's
face
.
The
childlike
grave-eyed
earnestness
with
which
Dorothea
said
all
this
was
irresistible
—
blent
into
an
adorable
whole
with
her
ready
understanding
of
high
experience
.
(
Of
lower
experience
such
as
plays
a
great
part
in
the
world
,
poor
Mrs.
Casaubon
had
a
very
blurred
shortsighted
knowledge
,
little
helped
by
her
imagination
.
)
But
she
took
the
smile
as
encouragement
of
her
plan
.
"
I
think
you
see
now
that
you
spoke
too
scrupulously
,
"
she
said
,
in
a
tone
of
persuasion
.
"
The
hospital
would
be
one
good
;
and
making
your
life
quite
whole
and
well
again
would
be
another
.
"
Lydgate
's
smile
had
died
away
.
"
You
have
the
goodness
as
well
as
the
money
to
do
all
that
;
if
it
could
be
done
,
"
he
said
.
"
But
—
"
He
hesitated
a
little
while
,
looking
vaguely
towards
the
window
;
and
she
sat
in
silent
expectation
.
At
last
he
turned
towards
her
and
said
impetuously
—
"
Why
should
I
not
tell
you
?
—
you
know
what
sort
of
bond
marriage
is
.
You
will
understand
everything
.
"
Dorothea
felt
her
heart
beginning
to
beat
faster
.
Had
he
that
sorrow
too
?
But
she
feared
to
say
any
word
,
and
he
went
on
immediately
.
"
It
is
impossible
for
me
now
to
do
anything
—
to
take
any
step
without
considering
my
wife
's
happiness
.
The
thing
that
I
might
like
to
do
if
I
were
alone
,
is
become
impossible
to
me
.
I
ca
n't
see
her
miserable
.
She
married
me
without
knowing
what
she
was
going
into
,
and
it
might
have
been
better
for
her
if
she
had
not
married
me
.
"
"
I
know
,
I
know
—
you
could
not
give
her
pain
,
if
you
were
not
obliged
to
do
it
,
"
said
Dorothea
,
with
keen
memory
of
her
own
life
.
"
And
she
has
set
her
mind
against
staying
.
She
wishes
to
go
.
The
troubles
she
has
had
here
have
wearied
her
,
"
said
Lydgate
,
breaking
off
again
,
lest
he
should
say
too
much
.
"
But
when
she
saw
the
good
that
might
come
of
staying
—
"
said
Dorothea
,
remonstrantly
,
looking
at
Lydgate
as
if
he
had
forgotten
the
reasons
which
had
just
been
considered
.
He
did
not
speak
immediately
.
"
She
would
not
see
it
,
"
he
said
at
last
,
curtly
,
feeling
at
first
that
this
statement
must
do
without
explanation
.
"
And
,
indeed
,
I
have
lost
all
spirit
about
carrying
on
my
life
here
.
"
He
paused
a
moment
and
then
,
following
the
impulse
to
let
Dorothea
see
deeper
into
the
difficulty
of
his
life
,
he
said
,
"
The
fact
is
,
this
trouble
has
come
upon
her
confusedly
.
We
have
not
been
able
to
speak
to
each
other
about
it
.
I
am
not
sure
what
is
in
her
mind
about
it
:
she
may
fear
that
I
have
really
done
something
base
.
It
is
my
fault
;
I
ought
to
be
more
open
.
But
I
have
been
suffering
cruelly
.
"
"
May
I
go
and
see
her
?
"
said
Dorothea
,
eagerly
.
"
Would
she
accept
my
sympathy
?
I
would
tell
her
that
you
have
not
been
blamable
before
any
one
's
judgment
but
your
own
.
I
would
tell
her
that
you
shall
be
cleared
in
every
fair
mind
.
I
would
cheer
her
heart
.
Will
you
ask
her
if
I
may
go
to
see
her
?
I
did
see
her
once
.
"
"
I
am
sure
you
may
,
"
said
Lydgate
,
seizing
the
proposition
with
some
hope
.
"
She
would
feel
honoured
—
cheered
,
I
think
,
by
the
proof
that
you
at
least
have
some
respect
for
me
.
I
will
not
speak
to
her
about
your
coming
—
that
she
may
not
connect
it
with
my
wishes
at
all
.
I
know
very
well
that
I
ought
not
to
have
left
anything
to
be
told
her
by
others
,
but
—
"
He
broke
off
,
and
there
was
a
moment
's
silence
.
Dorothea
refrained
from
saying
what
was
in
her
mind
—
how
well
she
knew
that
there
might
be
invisible
barriers
to
speech
between
husband
and
wife
.
This
was
a
point
on
which
even
sympathy
might
make
a
wound
.
She
returned
to
the
more
outward
aspect
of
Lydgate
's
position
,
saying
cheerfully
—
"
And
if
Mrs.
Lydgate
knew
that
there
were
friends
who
would
believe
in
you
and
support
you
,
she
might
then
be
glad
that
you
should
stay
in
your
place
and
recover
your
hopes
—
and
do
what
you
meant
to
do
.
Perhaps
then
you
would
see
that
it
was
right
to
agree
with
what
I
proposed
about
your
continuing
at
the
Hospital
.
Surely
you
would
,
if
you
still
have
faith
in
it
as
a
means
of
making
your
knowledge
useful
?
"
Lydgate
did
not
answer
,
and
she
saw
that
he
was
debating
with
himself
.
"
You
need
not
decide
immediately
,
"
she
said
,
gently
.
"
A
few
days
hence
it
will
be
early
enough
for
me
to
send
my
answer
to
Mr.
Bulstrode
.
"
Lydgate
still
waited
,
but
at
last
turned
to
speak
in
his
most
decisive
tones
.
"
No
;
I
prefer
that
there
should
be
no
interval
left
for
wavering
.
I
am
no
longer
sure
enough
of
myself
—
I
mean
of
what
it
would
be
possible
for
me
to
do
under
the
changed
circumstances
of
my
life
.
It
would
be
dishonourable
to
let
others
engage
themselves
to
anything
serious
in
dependence
on
me
.
I
might
be
obliged
to
go
away
after
all
;
I
see
little
chance
of
anything
else
.
The
whole
thing
is
too
problematic
;
I
cannot
consent
to
be
the
cause
of
your
goodness
being
wasted
.
No
—
let
the
new
Hospital
be
joined
with
the
old
Infirmary
,
and
everything
go
on
as
it
might
have
done
if
I
had
never
come
.
I
have
kept
a
valuable
register
since
I
have
been
there
;
I
shall
send
it
to
a
man
who
will
make
use
of
it
,
"
he
ended
bitterly
.
"
I
can
think
of
nothing
for
a
long
while
but
getting
an
income
.
"
"
It
hurts
me
very
much
to
hear
you
speak
so
hopelessly
,
"
said
Dorothea
.
"
It
would
be
a
happiness
to
your
friends
,
who
believe
in
your
future
,
in
your
power
to
do
great
things
,
if
you
would
let
them
save
you
from
that
.
Think
how
much
money
I
have
;
it
would
be
like
taking
a
burthen
from
me
if
you
took
some
of
it
every
year
till
you
got
free
from
this
fettering
want
of
income
.
Why
should
not
people
do
these
things
?
It
is
so
difficult
to
make
shares
at
all
even
.
This
is
one
way
.
"
"
God
bless
you
,
Mrs.
Casaubon
!
"
said
Lydgate
,
rising
as
if
with
the
same
impulse
that
made
his
words
energetic
,
and
resting
his
arm
on
the
back
of
the
great
leather
chair
he
had
been
sitting
in
.
"
It
is
good
that
you
should
have
such
feelings
.
But
I
am
not
the
man
who
ought
to
allow
himself
to
benefit
by
them
.
I
have
not
given
guarantees
enough
.
I
must
not
at
least
sink
into
the
degradation
of
being
pensioned
for
work
that
I
never
achieved
.
It
is
very
clear
to
me
that
I
must
not
count
on
anything
else
than
getting
away
from
Middlemarch
as
soon
as
I
can
manage
it
.
I
should
not
be
able
for
a
long
while
,
at
the
very
best
,
to
get
an
income
here
,
and
—
and
it
is
easier
to
make
necessary
changes
in
a
new
place
.
I
must
do
as
other
men
do
,
and
think
what
will
please
the
world
and
bring
in
money
;
look
for
a
little
opening
in
the
London
crowd
,
and
push
myself
;
set
up
in
a
watering-place
,
or
go
to
some
southern
town
where
there
are
plenty
of
idle
English
,
and
get
myself
puffed
,
—
that
is
the
sort
of
shell
I
must
creep
into
and
try
to
keep
my
soul
alive
in
.
"
"
Now
that
is
not
brave
,
"
said
Dorothea
,
—
"
to
give
up
the
fight
.
"
"
No
,
it
is
not
brave
,
"
said
Lydgate
,
"
but
if
a
man
is
afraid
of
creeping
paralysis
?
"
Then
,
in
another
tone
,
"
Yet
you
have
made
a
great
difference
in
my
courage
by
believing
in
me
.
Everything
seems
more
bearable
since
I
have
talked
to
you
;
and
if
you
can
clear
me
in
a
few
other
minds
,
especially
in
Farebrother
's
,
I
shall
be
deeply
grateful
.
The
point
I
wish
you
not
to
mention
is
the
fact
of
disobedience
to
my
orders
.
That
would
soon
get
distorted
.
After
all
,
there
is
no
evidence
for
me
but
people
's
opinion
of
me
beforehand
.
You
can
only
repeat
my
own
report
of
myself
.
"
"
Mr.
Farebrother
will
believe
—
others
will
believe
,
"
said
Dorothea
.
"
I
can
say
of
you
what
will
make
it
stupidity
to
suppose
that
you
would
be
bribed
to
do
a
wickedness
.
"
"
I
do
n't
know
,
"
said
Lydgate
,
with
something
like
a
groan
in
his
voice
.
"
I
have
not
taken
a
bribe
yet
.
But
there
is
a
pale
shade
of
bribery
which
is
sometimes
called
prosperity
.
You
will
do
me
another
great
kindness
,
then
,
and
come
to
see
my
wife
?
"
"
Yes
,
I
will
.
I
remember
how
pretty
she
is
,
"
said
Dorothea
,
into
whose
mind
every
impression
about
Rosamond
had
cut
deep
.
"
I
hope
she
will
like
me
.
"
As
Lydgate
rode
away
,
he
thought
,
"
This
young
creature
has
a
heart
large
enough
for
the
Virgin
Mary
.
She
evidently
thinks
nothing
of
her
own
future
,
and
would
pledge
away
half
her
income
at
once
,
as
if
she
wanted
nothing
for
herself
but
a
chair
to
sit
in
from
which
she
can
look
down
with
those
clear
eyes
at
the
poor
mortals
who
pray
to
her
.
She
seems
to
have
what
I
never
saw
in
any
woman
before
—
a
fountain
of
friendship
towards
men
—
a
man
can
make
a
friend
of
her
.
Casaubon
must
have
raised
some
heroic
hallucination
in
her
.
I
wonder
if
she
could
have
any
other
sort
of
passion
for
a
man
?
Ladislaw
?
—
there
was
certainly
an
unusual
feeling
between
them
.
And
Casaubon
must
have
had
a
notion
of
it
.
Well
—
her
love
might
help
a
man
more
than
her
money
.
"
Dorothea
on
her
side
had
immediately
formed
a
plan
of
relieving
Lydgate
from
his
obligation
to
Bulstrode
,
which
she
felt
sure
was
a
part
,
though
small
,
of
the
galling
pressure
he
had
to
bear
.
She
sat
down
at
once
under
the
inspiration
of
their
interview
,
and
wrote
a
brief
note
,
in
which
she
pleaded
that
she
had
more
claim
than
Mr.
Bulstrode
had
to
the
satisfaction
of
providing
the
money
which
had
been
serviceable
to
Lydgate
—
that
it
would
be
unkind
in
Lydgate
not
to
grant
her
the
position
of
being
his
helper
in
this
small
matter
,
the
favour
being
entirely
to
her
who
had
so
little
that
was
plainly
marked
out
for
her
to
do
with
her
superfluous
money
.
He
might
call
her
a
creditor
or
by
any
other
name
if
it
did
but
imply
that
he
granted
her
request
.
She
enclosed
a
check
for
a
thousand
pounds
,
and
determined
to
take
the
letter
with
her
the
next
day
when
she
went
to
see
Rosamond
.
CHAPTER
LXXVII
.
"
And
thus
thy
fall
hath
left
a
kind
of
blot
,
To
mark
the
full-fraught
man
and
best
indued
With
some
suspicion
.
"
—
Henry
V.
The
next
day
Lydgate
had
to
go
to
Brassing
,
and
told
Rosamond
that
he
should
be
away
until
the
evening
.
Of
late
she
had
never
gone
beyond
her
own
house
and
garden
,
except
to
church
,
and
once
to
see
her
papa
,
to
whom
she
said
,
"
If
Tertius
goes
away
,
you
will
help
us
to
move
,
will
you
not
,
papa
?
I
suppose
we
shall
have
very
little
money
.
I
am
sure
I
hope
some
one
will
help
us
.
"
And
Mr.
Vincy
had
said
,
"
Yes
,
child
,
I
do
n't
mind
a
hundred
or
two
.
I
can
see
the
end
of
that
.
"
With
these
exceptions
she
had
sat
at
home
in
languid
melancholy
and
suspense
,
fixing
her
mind
on
Will
Ladislaw
's
coming
as
the
one
point
of
hope
and
interest
,
and
associating
this
with
some
new
urgency
on
Lydgate
to
make
immediate
arrangements
for
leaving
Middlemarch
and
going
to
London
,
till
she
felt
assured
that
the
coming
would
be
a
potent
cause
of
the
going
,
without
at
all
seeing
how
.
This
way
of
establishing
sequences
is
too
common
to
be
fairly
regarded
as
a
peculiar
folly
in
Rosamond
.
And
it
is
precisely
this
sort
of
sequence
which
causes
the
greatest
shock
when
it
is
sundered
:
for
to
see
how
an
effect
may
be
produced
is
often
to
see
possible
missings
and
checks
;
but
to
see
nothing
except
the
desirable
cause
,
and
close
upon
it
the
desirable
effect
,
rids
us
of
doubt
and
makes
our
minds
strongly
intuitive
.
That
was
the
process
going
on
in
poor
Rosamond
,
while
she
arranged
all
objects
around
her
with
the
same
nicety
as
ever
,
only
with
more
slowness
—
or
sat
down
to
the
piano
,
meaning
to
play
,
and
then
desisting
,
yet
lingering
on
the
music
stool
with
her
white
fingers
suspended
on
the
wooden
front
,
and
looking
before
her
in
dreamy
ennui
.
Her
melancholy
had
become
so
marked
that
Lydgate
felt
a
strange
timidity
before
it
,
as
a
perpetual
silent
reproach
,
and
the
strong
man
,
mastered
by
his
keen
sensibilities
towards
this
fair
fragile
creature
whose
life
he
seemed
somehow
to
have
bruised
,
shrank
from
her
look
,
and
sometimes
started
at
her
approach
,
fear
of
her
and
fear
for
her
rushing
in
only
the
more
forcibly
after
it
had
been
momentarily
expelled
by
exasperation
.
But
this
morning
Rosamond
descended
from
her
room
upstairs
—
where
she
sometimes
sat
the
whole
day
when
Lydgate
was
out
—
equipped
for
a
walk
in
the
town
.
She
had
a
letter
to
post
—
a
letter
addressed
to
Mr.
Ladislaw
and
written
with
charming
discretion
,
but
intended
to
hasten
his
arrival
by
a
hint
of
trouble
.
The
servant-maid
,
their
sole
house-servant
now
,
noticed
her
coming
down-stairs
in
her
walking
dress
,
and
thought
"
there
never
did
anybody
look
so
pretty
in
a
bonnet
poor
thing
.
"
Meanwhile
Dorothea
's
mind
was
filled
with
her
project
of
going
to
Rosamond
,
and
with
the
many
thoughts
,
both
of
the
past
and
the
probable
future
,
which
gathered
round
the
idea
of
that
visit
.
Until
yesterday
when
Lydgate
had
opened
to
her
a
glimpse
of
some
trouble
in
his
married
life
,
the
image
of
Mrs.
Lydgate
had
always
been
associated
for
her
with
that
of
Will
Ladislaw
.
Even
in
her
most
uneasy
moments
—
even
when
she
had
been
agitated
by
Mrs.
Cadwallader
's
painfully
graphic
report
of
gossip
—
her
effort
,
nay
,
her
strongest
impulsive
prompting
,
had
been
towards
the
vindication
of
Will
from
any
sullying
surmises
;
and
when
,
in
her
meeting
with
him
afterwards
,
she
had
at
first
interpreted
his
words
as
a
probable
allusion
to
a
feeling
towards
Mrs.
Lydgate
which
he
was
determined
to
cut
himself
off
from
indulging
,
she
had
had
a
quick
,
sad
,
excusing
vision
of
the
charm
there
might
be
in
his
constant
opportunities
of
companionship
with
that
fair
creature
,
who
most
likely
shared
his
other
tastes
as
she
evidently
did
his
delight
in
music
.
But
there
had
followed
his
parting
words
—
the
few
passionate
words
in
which
he
had
implied
that
she
herself
was
the
object
of
whom
his
love
held
him
in
dread
,
that
it
was
his
love
for
her
only
which
he
was
resolved
not
to
declare
but
to
carry
away
into
banishment
.
From
the
time
of
that
parting
,
Dorothea
,
believing
in
Will
's
love
for
her
,
believing
with
a
proud
delight
in
his
delicate
sense
of
honour
and
his
determination
that
no
one
should
impeach
him
justly
,
felt
her
heart
quite
at
rest
as
to
the
regard
he
might
have
for
Mrs.
Lydgate
.
She
was
sure
that
the
regard
was
blameless
.
There
are
natures
in
which
,
if
they
love
us
,
we
are
conscious
of
having
a
sort
of
baptism
and
consecration
:
they
bind
us
over
to
rectitude
and
purity
by
their
pure
belief
about
us
;
and
our
sins
become
that
worst
kind
of
sacrilege
which
tears
down
the
invisible
altar
of
trust
.
"
If
you
are
not
good
,
none
is
good
"
—
those
little
words
may
give
a
terrific
meaning
to
responsibility
,
may
hold
a
vitriolic
intensity
for
remorse
.
Dorothea
's
nature
was
of
that
kind
:
her
own
passionate
faults
lay
along
the
easily
counted
open
channels
of
her
ardent
character
;
and
while
she
was
full
of
pity
for
the
visible
mistakes
of
others
,
she
had
not
yet
any
material
within
her
experience
for
subtle
constructions
and
suspicions
of
hidden
wrong
.
But
that
simplicity
of
hers
,
holding
up
an
ideal
for
others
in
her
believing
conception
of
them
,
was
one
of
the
great
powers
of
her
womanhood
.
And
it
had
from
the
first
acted
strongly
on
Will
Ladislaw
.
He
felt
,
when
he
parted
from
her
,
that
the
brief
words
by
which
he
had
tried
to
convey
to
her
his
feeling
about
herself
and
the
division
which
her
fortune
made
between
them
,
would
only
profit
by
their
brevity
when
Dorothea
had
to
interpret
them
:
he
felt
that
in
her
mind
he
had
found
his
highest
estimate
.
And
he
was
right
there
.
In
the
months
since
their
parting
Dorothea
had
felt
a
delicious
though
sad
repose
in
their
relation
to
each
other
,
as
one
which
was
inwardly
whole
and
without
blemish
.
She
had
an
active
force
of
antagonism
within
her
,
when
the
antagonism
turned
on
the
defence
either
of
plans
or
persons
that
she
believed
in
;
and
the
wrongs
which
she
felt
that
Will
had
received
from
her
husband
,
and
the
external
conditions
which
to
others
were
grounds
for
slighting
him
,
only
gave
the
more
tenacity
to
her
affection
and
admiring
judgment
.
And
now
with
the
disclosures
about
Bulstrode
had
come
another
fact
affecting
Will
's
social
position
,
which
roused
afresh
Dorothea
's
inward
resistance
to
what
was
said
about
him
in
that
part
of
her
world
which
lay
within
park
palings
.
"
Young
Ladislaw
the
grandson
of
a
thieving
Jew
pawnbroker
"
was
a
phrase
which
had
entered
emphatically
into
the
dialogues
about
the
Bulstrode
business
,
at
Lowick
,
Tipton
,
and
Freshitt
,
and
was
a
worse
kind
of
placard
on
poor
Will
's
back
than
the
"
Italian
with
white
mice
.
"
Upright
Sir
James
Chettam
was
convinced
that
his
own
satisfaction
was
righteous
when
he
thought
with
some
complacency
that
here
was
an
added
league
to
that
mountainous
distance
between
Ladislaw
and
Dorothea
,
which
enabled
him
to
dismiss
any
anxiety
in
that
direction
as
too
absurd
.
And
perhaps
there
had
been
some
pleasure
in
pointing
Mr.
Brooke
's
attention
to
this
ugly
bit
of
Ladislaw
's
genealogy
,
as
a
fresh
candle
for
him
to
see
his
own
folly
by
.
Dorothea
had
observed
the
animus
with
which
Will
's
part
in
the
painful
story
had
been
recalled
more
than
once
;
but
she
had
uttered
no
word
,
being
checked
now
,
as
she
had
not
been
formerly
in
speaking
of
Will
,
by
the
consciousness
of
a
deeper
relation
between
them
which
must
always
remain
in
consecrated
secrecy
.
But
her
silence
shrouded
her
resistant
emotion
into
a
more
thorough
glow
;
and
this
misfortune
in
Will
's
lot
which
,
it
seemed
,
others
were
wishing
to
fling
at
his
back
as
an
opprobrium
,
only
gave
something
more
of
enthusiasm
to
her
clinging
thought
.
She
entertained
no
visions
of
their
ever
coming
into
nearer
union
,
and
yet
she
had
taken
no
posture
of
renunciation
.
She
had
accepted
her
whole
relation
to
Will
very
simply
as
part
of
her
marriage
sorrows
,
and
would
have
thought
it
very
sinful
in
her
to
keep
up
an
inward
wail
because
she
was
not
completely
happy
,
being
rather
disposed
to
dwell
on
the
superfluities
of
her
lot
.
She
could
bear
that
the
chief
pleasures
of
her
tenderness
should
lie
in
memory
,
and
the
idea
of
marriage
came
to
her
solely
as
a
repulsive
proposition
from
some
suitor
of
whom
she
at
present
knew
nothing
,
but
whose
merits
,
as
seen
by
her
friends
,
would
be
a
source
of
torment
to
her
:
—
"
somebody
who
will
manage
your
property
for
you
,
my
dear
,
"
was
Mr.
Brooke
's
attractive
suggestion
of
suitable
characteristics
.
"
I
should
like
to
manage
it
myself
,
if
I
knew
what
to
do
with
it
,
"
said
Dorothea
.
No
—
she
adhered
to
her
declaration
that
she
would
never
be
married
again
,
and
in
the
long
valley
of
her
life
which
looked
so
flat
and
empty
of
waymarks
,
guidance
would
come
as
she
walked
along
the
road
,
and
saw
her
fellow-passengers
by
the
way
.
This
habitual
state
of
feeling
about
Will
Ladislaw
had
been
strong
in
all
her
waking
hours
since
she
had
proposed
to
pay
a
visit
to
Mrs.
Lydgate
,
making
a
sort
of
background
against
which
she
saw
Rosamond
's
figure
presented
to
her
without
hindrances
to
her
interest
and
compassion
.
There
was
evidently
some
mental
separation
,
some
barrier
to
complete
confidence
which
had
arisen
between
this
wife
and
the
husband
who
had
yet
made
her
happiness
a
law
to
him
.
That
was
a
trouble
which
no
third
person
must
directly
touch
.
But
Dorothea
thought
with
deep
pity
of
the
loneliness
which
must
have
come
upon
Rosamond
from
the
suspicions
cast
on
her
husband
;
and
there
would
surely
be
help
in
the
manifestation
of
respect
for
Lydgate
and
sympathy
with
her
.
"
I
shall
talk
to
her
about
her
husband
,
"
thought
Dorothea
,
as
she
was
being
driven
towards
the
town
.
The
clear
spring
morning
,
the
scent
of
the
moist
earth
,
the
fresh
leaves
just
showing
their
creased-up
wealth
of
greenery
from
out
their
half-opened
sheaths
,
seemed
part
of
the
cheerfulness
she
was
feeling
from
a
long
conversation
with
Mr.
Farebrother
,
who
had
joyfully
accepted
the
justifying
explanation
of
Lydgate
's
conduct
.
"
I
shall
take
Mrs.
Lydgate
good
news
,
and
perhaps
she
will
like
to
talk
to
me
and
make
a
friend
of
me
.
"
Dorothea
had
another
errand
in
Lowick
Gate
:
it
was
about
a
new
fine-toned
bell
for
the
school-house
,
and
as
she
had
to
get
out
of
her
carriage
very
near
to
Lydgate
's
,
she
walked
thither
across
the
street
,
having
told
the
coachman
to
wait
for
some
packages
.
The
street
door
was
open
,
and
the
servant
was
taking
the
opportunity
of
looking
out
at
the
carriage
which
was
pausing
within
sight
when
it
became
apparent
to
her
that
the
lady
who
"
belonged
to
it
"
was
coming
towards
her
.
"
Is
Mrs.
Lydgate
at
home
?
"
said
Dorothea
.
"
I
'm
not
sure
,
my
lady
;
I
'll
see
,
if
you
'll
please
to
walk
in
,
"
said
Martha
,
a
little
confused
on
the
score
of
her
kitchen
apron
,
but
collected
enough
to
be
sure
that
"
mum
"
was
not
the
right
title
for
this
queenly
young
widow
with
a
carriage
and
pair
.
"
Will
you
please
to
walk
in
,
and
I
'll
go
and
see
.
"
"
Say
that
I
am
Mrs.
Casaubon
,
"
said
Dorothea
,
as
Martha
moved
forward
intending
to
show
her
into
the
drawing-room
and
then
to
go
up-stairs
to
see
if
Rosamond
had
returned
from
her
walk
.
They
crossed
the
broader
part
of
the
entrance-hall
,
and
turned
up
the
passage
which
led
to
the
garden
.
The
drawing-room
door
was
unlatched
,
and
Martha
,
pushing
it
without
looking
into
the
room
,
waited
for
Mrs.
Casaubon
to
enter
and
then
turned
away
,
the
door
having
swung
open
and
swung
back
again
without
noise
.
Dorothea
had
less
of
outward
vision
than
usual
this
morning
,
being
filled
with
images
of
things
as
they
had
been
and
were
going
to
be
.
She
found
herself
on
the
other
side
of
the
door
without
seeing
anything
remarkable
,
but
immediately
she
heard
a
voice
speaking
in
low
tones
which
startled
her
as
with
a
sense
of
dreaming
in
daylight
,
and
advancing
unconsciously
a
step
or
two
beyond
the
projecting
slab
of
a
bookcase
,
she
saw
,
in
the
terrible
illumination
of
a
certainty
which
filled
up
all
outlines
,
something
which
made
her
pause
,
motionless
,
without
self-possession
enough
to
speak
.
Seated
with
his
back
towards
her
on
a
sofa
which
stood
against
the
wall
on
a
line
with
the
door
by
which
she
had
entered
,
she
saw
Will
Ladislaw
:
close
by
him
and
turned
towards
him
with
a
flushed
tearfulness
which
gave
a
new
brilliancy
to
her
face
sat
Rosamond
,
her
bonnet
hanging
back
,
while
Will
leaning
towards
her
clasped
both
her
upraised
hands
in
his
and
spoke
with
low-toned
fervor
.
Rosamond
in
her
agitated
absorption
had
not
noticed
the
silently
advancing
figure
;
but
when
Dorothea
,
after
the
first
immeasurable
instant
of
this
vision
,
moved
confusedly
backward
and
found
herself
impeded
by
some
piece
of
furniture
,
Rosamond
was
suddenly
aware
of
her
presence
,
and
with
a
spasmodic
movement
snatched
away
her
hands
and
rose
,
looking
at
Dorothea
who
was
necessarily
arrested
.
Will
Ladislaw
,
starting
up
,
looked
round
also
,
and
meeting
Dorothea
's
eyes
with
a
new
lightning
in
them
,
seemed
changing
to
marble
.
But
she
immediately
turned
them
away
from
him
to
Rosamond
and
said
in
a
firm
voice
—
"
Excuse
me
,
Mrs.
Lydgate
,
the
servant
did
not
know
that
you
were
here
.
I
called
to
deliver
an
important
letter
for
Mr.
Lydgate
,
which
I
wished
to
put
into
your
own
hands
.
"
She
laid
down
the
letter
on
the
small
table
which
had
checked
her
retreat
,
and
then
including
Rosamond
and
Will
in
one
distant
glance
and
bow
,
she
went
quickly
out
of
the
room
,
meeting
in
the
passage
the
surprised
Martha
,
who
said
she
was
sorry
the
mistress
was
not
at
home
,
and
then
showed
the
strange
lady
out
with
an
inward
reflection
that
grand
people
were
probably
more
impatient
than
others
.
Dorothea
walked
across
the
street
with
her
most
elastic
step
and
was
quickly
in
her
carriage
again
.
"
Drive
on
to
Freshitt
Hall
,
"
she
said
to
the
coachman
,
and
any
one
looking
at
her
might
have
thought
that
though
she
was
paler
than
usual
she
was
never
animated
by
a
more
self-possessed
energy
.
And
that
was
really
her
experience
.
It
was
as
if
she
had
drunk
a
great
draught
of
scorn
that
stimulated
her
beyond
the
susceptibility
to
other
feelings
.
She
had
seen
something
so
far
below
her
belief
,
that
her
emotions
rushed
back
from
it
and
made
an
excited
throng
without
an
object
.
She
needed
something
active
to
turn
her
excitement
out
upon
.
She
felt
power
to
walk
and
work
for
a
day
,
without
meat
or
drink
.
And
she
would
carry
out
the
purpose
with
which
she
had
started
in
the
morning
,
of
going
to
Freshitt
and
Tipton
to
tell
Sir
James
and
her
uncle
all
that
she
wished
them
to
know
about
Lydgate
,
whose
married
loneliness
under
his
trial
now
presented
itself
to
her
with
new
significance
,
and
made
her
more
ardent
in
readiness
to
be
his
champion
.
She
had
never
felt
anything
like
this
triumphant
power
of
indignation
in
the
struggle
of
her
married
life
,
in
which
there
had
always
been
a
quickly
subduing
pang
;
and
she
took
it
as
a
sign
of
new
strength
.
"
Dodo
,
how
very
bright
your
eyes
are
!
"
said
Celia
,
when
Sir
James
was
gone
out
of
the
room
.
"
And
you
do
n't
see
anything
you
look
at
,
Arthur
or
anything
.
You
are
going
to
do
something
uncomfortable
,
I
know
.
Is
it
all
about
Mr.
Lydgate
,
or
has
something
else
happened
?
"
Celia
had
been
used
to
watch
her
sister
with
expectation
.
"
Yes
,
dear
,
a
great
many
things
have
happened
,
"
said
Dodo
,
in
her
full
tones
.
"
I
wonder
what
,
"
said
Celia
,
folding
her
arms
cozily
and
leaning
forward
upon
them
.
"
Oh
,
all
the
troubles
of
all
people
on
the
face
of
the
earth
,
"
said
Dorothea
,
lifting
her
arms
to
the
back
of
her
head
.
"
Dear
me
,
Dodo
,
are
you
going
to
have
a
scheme
for
them
?
"
said
Celia
,
a
little
uneasy
at
this
Hamlet-like
raving
.
But
Sir
James
came
in
again
,
ready
to
accompany
Dorothea
to
the
Grange
,
and
she
finished
her
expedition
well
,
not
swerving
in
her
resolution
until
she
descended
at
her
own
door
.
CHAPTER
LXXVIII
.
"
Would
it
were
yesterday
and
I
i
'
the
grave
,
With
her
sweet
faith
above
for
monument
.
"
Rosamond
and
Will
stood
motionless
—
they
did
not
know
how
long
—
he
looking
towards
the
spot
where
Dorothea
had
stood
,
and
she
looking
towards
him
with
doubt
.
It
seemed
an
endless
time
to
Rosamond
,
in
whose
inmost
soul
there
was
hardly
so
much
annoyance
as
gratification
from
what
had
just
happened
.
Shallow
natures
dream
of
an
easy
sway
over
the
emotions
of
others
,
trusting
implicitly
in
their
own
petty
magic
to
turn
the
deepest
streams
,
and
confident
,
by
pretty
gestures
and
remarks
,
of
making
the
thing
that
is
not
as
though
it
were
.
She
knew
that
Will
had
received
a
severe
blow
,
but
she
had
been
little
used
to
imagining
other
people
's
states
of
mind
except
as
a
material
cut
into
shape
by
her
own
wishes
;
and
she
believed
in
her
own
power
to
soothe
or
subdue
.
Even
Tertius
,
that
most
perverse
of
men
,
was
always
subdued
in
the
long-run
:
events
had
been
obstinate
,
but
still
Rosamond
would
have
said
now
,
as
she
did
before
her
marriage
,
that
she
never
gave
up
what
she
had
set
her
mind
on
.
She
put
out
her
arm
and
laid
the
tips
of
her
fingers
on
Will
's
coat-sleeve
.
"
Do
n't
touch
me
!
"
he
said
,
with
an
utterance
like
the
cut
of
a
lash
,
darting
from
her
,
and
changing
from
pink
to
white
and
back
again
,
as
if
his
whole
frame
were
tingling
with
the
pain
of
the
sting
.
He
wheeled
round
to
the
other
side
of
the
room
and
stood
opposite
to
her
,
with
the
tips
of
his
fingers
in
his
pockets
and
his
head
thrown
back
,
looking
fiercely
not
at
Rosamond
but
at
a
point
a
few
inches
away
from
her
.
She
was
keenly
offended
,
but
the
signs
she
made
of
this
were
such
as
only
Lydgate
was
used
to
interpret
.
She
became
suddenly
quiet
and
seated
herself
,
untying
her
hanging
bonnet
and
laying
it
down
with
her
shawl
.
Her
little
hands
which
she
folded
before
her
were
very
cold
.
It
would
have
been
safer
for
Will
in
the
first
instance
to
have
taken
up
his
hat
and
gone
away
;
but
he
had
felt
no
impulse
to
do
this
;
on
the
contrary
,
he
had
a
horrible
inclination
to
stay
and
shatter
Rosamond
with
his
anger
.
It
seemed
as
impossible
to
bear
the
fatality
she
had
drawn
down
on
him
without
venting
his
fury
as
it
would
be
to
a
panther
to
bear
the
javelin-wound
without
springing
and
biting
.
And
yet
—
how
could
he
tell
a
woman
that
he
was
ready
to
curse
her
?
He
was
fuming
under
a
repressive
law
which
he
was
forced
to
acknowledge
:
he
was
dangerously
poised
,
and
Rosamond
's
voice
now
brought
the
decisive
vibration
.
In
flute-like
tones
of
sarcasm
she
said
—
"
You
can
easily
go
after
Mrs.
Casaubon
and
explain
your
preference
.
"
"
Go
after
her
!
"
he
burst
out
,
with
a
sharp
edge
in
his
voice
.
"
Do
you
think
she
would
turn
to
look
at
me
,
or
value
any
word
I
ever
uttered
to
her
again
at
more
than
a
dirty
feather
?
—
Explain
!
How
can
a
man
explain
at
the
expense
of
a
woman
?
"
"
You
can
tell
her
what
you
please
,
"
said
Rosamond
with
more
tremor
.
"
Do
you
suppose
she
would
like
me
better
for
sacrificing
you
?
She
is
not
a
woman
to
be
flattered
because
I
made
myself
despicable
—
to
believe
that
I
must
be
true
to
her
because
I
was
a
dastard
to
you
.
"
He
began
to
move
about
with
the
restlessness
of
a
wild
animal
that
sees
prey
but
cannot
reach
it
.
Presently
he
burst
out
again
—
"
I
had
no
hope
before
—
not
much
—
of
anything
better
to
come
.
But
I
had
one
certainty
—
that
she
believed
in
me
.
Whatever
people
had
said
or
done
about
me
,
she
believed
in
me
.
—
That
's
gone
!
She
'll
never
again
think
me
anything
but
a
paltry
pretence
—
too
nice
to
take
heaven
except
upon
flattering
conditions
,
and
yet
selling
myself
for
any
devil
's
change
by
the
sly
.
She
'll
think
of
me
as
an
incarnate
insult
to
her
,
from
the
first
moment
we
—
"
Will
stopped
as
if
he
had
found
himself
grasping
something
that
must
not
be
thrown
and
shattered
.
He
found
another
vent
for
his
rage
by
snatching
up
Rosamond
's
words
again
,
as
if
they
were
reptiles
to
be
throttled
and
flung
off
.
"
Explain
!
Tell
a
man
to
explain
how
he
dropped
into
hell
!
Explain
my
preference
!
I
never
had
a
preference
for
her
,
any
more
than
I
have
a
preference
for
breathing
.
No
other
woman
exists
by
the
side
of
her
.
I
would
rather
touch
her
hand
if
it
were
dead
,
than
I
would
touch
any
other
woman
's
living
.
"
Rosamond
,
while
these
poisoned
weapons
were
being
hurled
at
her
,
was
almost
losing
the
sense
of
her
identity
,
and
seemed
to
be
waking
into
some
new
terrible
existence
.
She
had
no
sense
of
chill
resolute
repulsion
,
of
reticent
self-justification
such
as
she
had
known
under
Lydgate
's
most
stormy
displeasure
:
all
her
sensibility
was
turned
into
a
bewildering
novelty
of
pain
;
she
felt
a
new
terrified
recoil
under
a
lash
never
experienced
before
.
What
another
nature
felt
in
opposition
to
her
own
was
being
burnt
and
bitten
into
her
consciousness
.
When
Will
had
ceased
to
speak
she
had
become
an
image
of
sickened
misery
:
her
lips
were
pale
,
and
her
eyes
had
a
tearless
dismay
in
them
.
If
it
had
been
Tertius
who
stood
opposite
to
her
,
that
look
of
misery
would
have
been
a
pang
to
him
,
and
he
would
have
sunk
by
her
side
to
comfort
her
,
with
that
strong-armed
comfort
which
she
had
often
held
very
cheap
.
Let
it
be
forgiven
to
Will
that
he
had
no
such
movement
of
pity
.
He
had
felt
no
bond
beforehand
to
this
woman
who
had
spoiled
the
ideal
treasure
of
his
life
,
and
he
held
himself
blameless
.
He
knew
that
he
was
cruel
,
but
he
had
no
relenting
in
him
yet
.
After
he
had
done
speaking
,
he
still
moved
about
,
half
in
absence
of
mind
,
and
Rosamond
sat
perfectly
still
.
At
length
Will
,
seeming
to
bethink
himself
,
took
up
his
hat
,
yet
stood
some
moments
irresolute
.
He
had
spoken
to
her
in
a
way
that
made
a
phrase
of
common
politeness
difficult
to
utter
;
and
yet
,
now
that
he
had
come
to
the
point
of
going
away
from
her
without
further
speech
,
he
shrank
from
it
as
a
brutality
;
he
felt
checked
and
stultified
in
his
anger
.
He
walked
towards
the
mantel-piece
and
leaned
his
arm
on
it
,
and
waited
in
silence
for
—
he
hardly
knew
what
.
The
vindictive
fire
was
still
burning
in
him
,
and
he
could
utter
no
word
of
retractation
;
but
it
was
nevertheless
in
his
mind
that
having
come
back
to
this
hearth
where
he
had
enjoyed
a
caressing
friendship
he
had
found
calamity
seated
there
—
he
had
had
suddenly
revealed
to
him
a
trouble
that
lay
outside
the
home
as
well
as
within
it
.
And
what
seemed
a
foreboding
was
pressing
upon
him
as
with
slow
pincers
:
—
that
his
life
might
come
to
be
enslaved
by
this
helpless
woman
who
had
thrown
herself
upon
him
in
the
dreary
sadness
of
her
heart
.
But
he
was
in
gloomy
rebellion
against
the
fact
that
his
quick
apprehensiveness
foreshadowed
to
him
,
and
when
his
eyes
fell
on
Rosamond
's
blighted
face
it
seemed
to
him
that
he
was
the
more
pitiable
of
the
two
;
for
pain
must
enter
into
its
glorified
life
of
memory
before
it
can
turn
into
compassion
.
And
so
they
remained
for
many
minutes
,
opposite
each
other
,
far
apart
,
in
silence
;
Will
's
face
still
possessed
by
a
mute
rage
,
and
Rosamond
's
by
a
mute
misery
.
The
poor
thing
had
no
force
to
fling
out
any
passion
in
return
;
the
terrible
collapse
of
the
illusion
towards
which
all
her
hope
had
been
strained
was
a
stroke
which
had
too
thoroughly
shaken
her
:
her
little
world
was
in
ruins
,
and
she
felt
herself
tottering
in
the
midst
as
a
lonely
bewildered
consciousness
.
Will
wished
that
she
would
speak
and
bring
some
mitigating
shadow
across
his
own
cruel
speech
,
which
seemed
to
stand
staring
at
them
both
in
mockery
of
any
attempt
at
revived
fellowship
.
But
she
said
nothing
,
and
at
last
with
a
desperate
effort
over
himself
,
he
asked
,
"
Shall
I
come
in
and
see
Lydgate
this
evening
?
"
"
If
you
like
,
"
Rosamond
answered
,
just
audibly
.
And
then
Will
went
out
of
the
house
,
Martha
never
knowing
that
he
had
been
in
.
After
he
was
gone
,
Rosamond
tried
to
get
up
from
her
seat
,
but
fell
back
fainting
.
When
she
came
to
herself
again
,
she
felt
too
ill
to
make
the
exertion
of
rising
to
ring
the
bell
,
and
she
remained
helpless
until
the
girl
,
surprised
at
her
long
absence
,
thought
for
the
first
time
of
looking
for
her
in
all
the
down-stairs
rooms
.
Rosamond
said
that
she
had
felt
suddenly
sick
and
faint
,
and
wanted
to
be
helped
up-stairs
.
When
there
she
threw
herself
on
the
bed
with
her
clothes
on
,
and
lay
in
apparent
torpor
,
as
she
had
done
once
before
on
a
memorable
day
of
grief
.
Lydgate
came
home
earlier
than
he
had
expected
,
about
half-past
five
,
and
found
her
there
.
The
perception
that
she
was
ill
threw
every
other
thought
into
the
background
.
When
he
felt
her
pulse
,
her
eyes
rested
on
him
with
more
persistence
than
they
had
done
for
a
long
while
,
as
if
she
felt
some
content
that
he
was
there
.
He
perceived
the
difference
in
a
moment
,
and
seating
himself
by
her
put
his
arm
gently
under
her
,
and
bending
over
her
said
,
"
My
poor
Rosamond
!
has
something
agitated
you
?
"
Clinging
to
him
she
fell
into
hysterical
sobbings
and
cries
,
and
for
the
next
hour
he
did
nothing
but
soothe
and
tend
her
.
He
imagined
that
Dorothea
had
been
to
see
her
,
and
that
all
this
effect
on
her
nervous
system
,
which
evidently
involved
some
new
turning
towards
himself
,
was
due
to
the
excitement
of
the
new
impressions
which
that
visit
had
raised
.
CHAPTER
LXXIX
.
"
Now
,
I
saw
in
my
dream
,
that
just
as
they
had
ended
their
talk
,
they
drew
nigh
to
a
very
miry
slough
,
that
was
in
the
midst
of
the
plain
;
and
they
,
being
heedless
,
did
both
fall
suddenly
into
the
bog
.
The
name
of
the
slough
was
Despond
.
"
—
BUNYAN
.
When
Rosamond
was
quiet
,
and
Lydgate
had
left
her
,
hoping
that
she
might
soon
sleep
under
the
effect
of
an
anodyne
,
he
went
into
the
drawing-room
to
fetch
a
book
which
he
had
left
there
,
meaning
to
spend
the
evening
in
his
work-room
,
and
he
saw
on
the
table
Dorothea
's
letter
addressed
to
him
.
He
had
not
ventured
to
ask
Rosamond
if
Mrs.
Casaubon
had
called
,
but
the
reading
of
this
letter
assured
him
of
the
fact
,
for
Dorothea
mentioned
that
it
was
to
be
carried
by
herself
.
When
Will
Ladislaw
came
in
a
little
later
Lydgate
met
him
with
a
surprise
which
made
it
clear
that
he
had
not
been
told
of
the
earlier
visit
,
and
Will
could
not
say
,
"
Did
not
Mrs.
Lydgate
tell
you
that
I
came
this
morning
?
"
"
Poor
Rosamond
is
ill
,
"
Lydgate
added
immediately
on
his
greeting
.
"
Not
seriously
,
I
hope
,
"
said
Will
.
"
No
—
only
a
slight
nervous
shock
—
the
effect
of
some
agitation
.
She
has
been
overwrought
lately
.
The
truth
is
,
Ladislaw
,
I
am
an
unlucky
devil
.
We
have
gone
through
several
rounds
of
purgatory
since
you
left
,
and
I
have
lately
got
on
to
a
worse
ledge
of
it
than
ever
.
I
suppose
you
are
only
just
come
down
—
you
look
rather
battered
—
you
have
not
been
long
enough
in
the
town
to
hear
anything
?
"
"
I
travelled
all
night
and
got
to
the
White
Hart
at
eight
o'clock
this
morning
.
I
have
been
shutting
myself
up
and
resting
,
"
said
Will
,
feeling
himself
a
sneak
,
but
seeing
no
alternative
to
this
evasion
.
And
then
he
heard
Lydgate
's
account
of
the
troubles
which
Rosamond
had
already
depicted
to
him
in
her
way
.
She
had
not
mentioned
the
fact
of
Will
's
name
being
connected
with
the
public
story
—
this
detail
not
immediately
affecting
her
—
and
he
now
heard
it
for
the
first
time
.
"
I
thought
it
better
to
tell
you
that
your
name
is
mixed
up
with
the
disclosures
,
"
said
Lydgate
,
who
could
understand
better
than
most
men
how
Ladislaw
might
be
stung
by
the
revelation
.
"
You
will
be
sure
to
hear
it
as
soon
as
you
turn
out
into
the
town
.
I
suppose
it
is
true
that
Raffles
spoke
to
you
.
"
"
Yes
,
"
said
Will
,
sardonically
.
"
I
shall
be
fortunate
if
gossip
does
not
make
me
the
most
disreputable
person
in
the
whole
affair
.
I
should
think
the
latest
version
must
be
,
that
I
plotted
with
Raffles
to
murder
Bulstrode
,
and
ran
away
from
Middlemarch
for
the
purpose
.
"
He
was
thinking
"
Here
is
a
new
ring
in
the
sound
of
my
name
to
recommend
it
in
her
hearing
;
however
—
what
does
it
signify
now
?
"
But
he
said
nothing
of
Bulstrode
's
offer
to
him
.
Will
was
very
open
and
careless
about
his
personal
affairs
,
but
it
was
among
the
more
exquisite
touches
in
nature
's
modelling
of
him
that
he
had
a
delicate
generosity
which
warned
him
into
reticence
here
.
He
shrank
from
saying
that
he
had
rejected
Bulstrode
's
money
,
in
the
moment
when
he
was
learning
that
it
was
Lydgate
's
misfortune
to
have
accepted
it
.
Lydgate
too
was
reticent
in
the
midst
of
his
confidence
.
He
made
no
allusion
to
Rosamond
's
feeling
under
their
trouble
,
and
of
Dorothea
he
only
said
,
"
Mrs.
Casaubon
has
been
the
one
person
to
come
forward
and
say
that
she
had
no
belief
in
any
of
the
suspicions
against
me
.
"
Observing
a
change
in
Will
's
face
,
he
avoided
any
further
mention
of
her
,
feeling
himself
too
ignorant
of
their
relation
to
each
other
not
to
fear
that
his
words
might
have
some
hidden
painful
bearing
on
it
.
And
it
occurred
to
him
that
Dorothea
was
the
real
cause
of
the
present
visit
to
Middlemarch
.
The
two
men
were
pitying
each
other
,
but
it
was
only
Will
who
guessed
the
extent
of
his
companion
's
trouble
.
When
Lydgate
spoke
with
desperate
resignation
of
going
to
settle
in
London
,
and
said
with
a
faint
smile
,
"
We
shall
have
you
again
,
old
fellow
,
"
Will
felt
inexpressibly
mournful
,
and
said
nothing
.
Rosamond
had
that
morning
entreated
him
to
urge
this
step
on
Lydgate
;
and
it
seemed
to
him
as
if
he
were
beholding
in
a
magic
panorama
a
future
where
he
himself
was
sliding
into
that
pleasureless
yielding
to
the
small
solicitations
of
circumstance
,
which
is
a
commoner
history
of
perdition
than
any
single
momentous
bargain
.
We
are
on
a
perilous
margin
when
we
begin
to
look
passively
at
our
future
selves
,
and
see
our
own
figures
led
with
dull
consent
into
insipid
misdoing
and
shabby
achievement
.
Poor
Lydgate
was
inwardly
groaning
on
that
margin
,
and
Will
was
arriving
at
it
.
It
seemed
to
him
this
evening
as
if
the
cruelty
of
his
outburst
to
Rosamond
had
made
an
obligation
for
him
,
and
he
dreaded
the
obligation
:
he
dreaded
Lydgate
's
unsuspecting
good-will
:
he
dreaded
his
own
distaste
for
his
spoiled
life
,
which
would
leave
him
in
motiveless
levity
.
CHAPTER
LXXX
.
Stern
lawgiver
!
yet
thou
dost
wear
The
Godhead
's
most
benignant
grace
;
Nor
know
we
anything
so
fair
As
is
the
smile
upon
thy
face
;
Flowers
laugh
before
thee
on
their
beds
,
And
fragrance
in
thy
footing
treads
;
Thou
dost
preserve
the
Stars
from
wrong
;
And
the
most
ancient
Heavens
,
through
thee
,
are
fresh
and
strong
.
—
WORDSWORTH
:
Ode
to
Duty
.
When
Dorothea
had
seen
Mr.
Farebrother
in
the
morning
,
she
had
promised
to
go
and
dine
at
the
parsonage
on
her
return
from
Freshitt
.
There
was
a
frequent
interchange
of
visits
between
her
and
the
Farebrother
family
,
which
enabled
her
to
say
that
she
was
not
at
all
lonely
at
the
Manor
,
and
to
resist
for
the
present
the
severe
prescription
of
a
lady
companion
.
When
she
reached
home
and
remembered
her
engagement
,
she
was
glad
of
it
;
and
finding
that
she
had
still
an
hour
before
she
could
dress
for
dinner
,
she
walked
straight
to
the
schoolhouse
and
entered
into
a
conversation
with
the
master
and
mistress
about
the
new
bell
,
giving
eager
attention
to
their
small
details
and
repetitions
,
and
getting
up
a
dramatic
sense
that
her
life
was
very
busy
.
She
paused
on
her
way
back
to
talk
to
old
Master
Bunney
who
was
putting
in
some
garden-seeds
,
and
discoursed
wisely
with
that
rural
sage
about
the
crops
that
would
make
the
most
return
on
a
perch
of
ground
,
and
the
result
of
sixty
years
'
experience
as
to
soils
—
namely
,
that
if
your
soil
was
pretty
mellow
it
would
do
,
but
if
there
came
wet
,
wet
,
wet
to
make
it
all
of
a
mummy
,
why
then
—
Finding
that
the
social
spirit
had
beguiled
her
into
being
rather
late
,
she
dressed
hastily
and
went
over
to
the
parsonage
rather
earlier
than
was
necessary
.
That
house
was
never
dull
,
Mr.
Farebrother
,
like
another
White
of
Selborne
,
having
continually
something
new
to
tell
of
his
inarticulate
guests
and
proteges
,
whom
he
was
teaching
the
boys
not
to
torment
;
and
he
had
just
set
up
a
pair
of
beautiful
goats
to
be
pets
of
the
village
in
general
,
and
to
walk
at
large
as
sacred
animals
.
The
evening
went
by
cheerfully
till
after
tea
,
Dorothea
talking
more
than
usual
and
dilating
with
Mr.
Farebrother
on
the
possible
histories
of
creatures
that
converse
compendiously
with
their
antennae
,
and
for
aught
we
know
may
hold
reformed
parliaments
;
when
suddenly
some
inarticulate
little
sounds
were
heard
which
called
everybody
's
attention
.
"
Henrietta
Noble
,
"
said
Mrs.
Farebrother
,
seeing
her
small
sister
moving
about
the
furniture-legs
distressfully
,
"
what
is
the
matter
?
"
"
I
have
lost
my
tortoise-shell
lozenge-box
.
I
fear
the
kitten
has
rolled
it
away
,
"
said
the
tiny
old
lady
,
involuntarily
continuing
her
beaver-like
notes
.
"
Is
it
a
great
treasure
,
aunt
?
"
said
Mr.
Farebrother
,
putting
up
his
glasses
and
looking
at
the
carpet
.
"
Mr.
Ladislaw
gave
it
me
,
"
said
Miss
Noble
.
"
A
German
box
—
very
pretty
,
but
if
it
falls
it
always
spins
away
as
far
as
it
can
.
"
"
Oh
,
if
it
is
Ladislaw
's
present
,
"
said
Mr.
Farebrother
,
in
a
deep
tone
of
comprehension
,
getting
up
and
hunting
.
The
box
was
found
at
last
under
a
chiffonier
,
and
Miss
Noble
grasped
it
with
delight
,
saying
,
"
it
was
under
a
fender
the
last
time
.
"
"
That
is
an
affair
of
the
heart
with
my
aunt
,
"
said
Mr.
Farebrother
,
smiling
at
Dorothea
,
as
he
reseated
himself
.
"
If
Henrietta
Noble
forms
an
attachment
to
any
one
,
Mrs.
Casaubon
,
"
said
his
mother
,
emphatically
,
—
"
she
is
like
a
dog
—
she
would
take
their
shoes
for
a
pillow
and
sleep
the
better
.
"
"
Mr.
Ladislaw
's
shoes
,
I
would
,
"
said
Henrietta
Noble
.
Dorothea
made
an
attempt
at
smiling
in
return
.
She
was
surprised
and
annoyed
to
find
that
her
heart
was
palpitating
violently
,
and
that
it
was
quite
useless
to
try
after
a
recovery
of
her
former
animation
.
Alarmed
at
herself
—
fearing
some
further
betrayal
of
a
change
so
marked
in
its
occasion
,
she
rose
and
said
in
a
low
voice
with
undisguised
anxiety
,
"
I
must
go
;
I
have
overtired
myself
.
"
Mr.
Farebrother
