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"
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
.
"
A
child
forsaken
,
waking
suddenly
,
Whose
gaze
afeard
on
all
things
round
doth
rove
,
And
seeth
only
that
it
cannot
seeThe
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
.
