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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
ill
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
conoscenti
.
"
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
labors
.
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
.
