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It
was
a
letter
of
two
pages
,
and
she
immediately
looked
at
the
signature
.
"
Mr
.
Ladislaw
!
What
can
he
have
to
say
to
me
?
"
she
exclaimed
,
in
a
tone
of
pleased
surprise
.
"
But
,
"
she
added
,
looking
at
Mr
.
Casaubon
,
"
I
can
imagine
what
he
has
written
to
you
about
.
"
"
You
can
,
if
you
please
,
read
the
letter
,
"
said
Mr
.
Casaubon
,
severely
pointing
to
it
with
his
pen
,
and
not
looking
at
her
.
"
But
I
may
as
well
say
beforehand
,
that
I
must
decline
the
proposal
it
contains
to
pay
a
visit
here
.
I
trust
I
may
be
excused
for
desiring
an
interval
of
complete
freedom
from
such
distractions
as
have
been
hitherto
inevitable
,
and
especially
from
guests
whose
desultory
vivacity
makes
their
presence
a
fatigue
.
"
There
had
been
no
clashing
of
temper
between
Dorothea
and
her
husband
since
that
little
explosion
in
Rome
,
which
had
left
such
strong
traces
in
her
mind
that
it
had
been
easier
ever
since
to
quell
emotion
than
to
incur
the
consequence
of
venting
it
.
But
this
ill
-
tempered
anticipation
that
she
could
desire
visits
which
might
be
disagreeable
to
her
husband
,
this
gratuitous
defence
of
himself
against
selfish
complaint
on
her
part
,
was
too
sharp
a
sting
to
be
meditated
on
until
after
it
had
been
resented
.
Dorothea
had
thought
that
she
could
have
been
patient
with
John
Milton
,
but
she
had
never
imagined
him
behaving
in
this
way
;
and
for
a
moment
Mr
.
Casaubon
seemed
to
be
stupidly
undiscerning
and
odiously
unjust
.
Pity
,
that
"
new
-
born
babe
"
which
was
by
-
and
-
by
to
rule
many
a
storm
within
her
,
did
not
"
stride
the
blast
"
on
this
occasion
.
With
her
first
words
,
uttered
in
a
tone
that
shook
him
,
she
startled
Mr
.
Casaubon
into
looking
at
her
,
and
meeting
the
flash
of
her
eyes
.
"
Why
do
you
attribute
to
me
a
wish
for
anything
that
would
annoy
you
?
You
speak
to
me
as
if
I
were
something
you
had
to
contend
against
.
Wait
at
least
till
I
appear
to
consult
my
own
pleasure
apart
from
yours
.
"
"
Dorothea
,
you
are
hasty
,
"
answered
Mr
.
Casaubon
,
nervously
.
Decidedly
,
this
woman
was
too
young
to
be
on
the
formidable
level
of
wifehood
—
unless
she
had
been
pale
and
feature
less
and
taken
everything
for
granted
.
"
I
think
it
was
you
who
were
first
hasty
in
your
false
suppositions
about
my
feeling
,
"
said
Dorothea
,
in
the
same
tone
.
The
fire
was
not
dissipated
yet
,
and
she
thought
it
was
ignoble
in
her
husband
not
to
apologize
to
her
.
"
We
will
,
if
you
please
,
say
no
more
on
this
subject
,
Dorothea
.
