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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
laborious
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
.
