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Without
Mr
.
Brooke
’
s
advice
,
Lydgate
had
determined
on
speaking
to
Dorothea
.
She
had
not
been
present
while
her
uncle
was
throwing
out
his
pleasant
suggestions
as
to
the
mode
in
which
life
at
Lowick
might
be
enlivened
,
but
she
was
usually
by
her
husband
’
s
side
,
and
the
unaffected
signs
of
intense
anxiety
in
her
face
and
voice
about
whatever
touched
his
mind
or
health
,
made
a
drama
which
Lydgate
was
inclined
to
watch
.
He
said
to
himself
that
he
was
only
doing
right
in
telling
her
the
truth
about
her
husband
’
s
probable
future
,
but
he
certainly
thought
also
that
it
would
be
interesting
to
talk
confidentially
with
her
.
A
medical
man
likes
to
make
psychological
observations
,
and
sometimes
in
the
pursuit
of
such
studies
is
too
easily
tempted
into
momentous
prophecy
which
life
and
death
easily
set
at
nought
.
Lydgate
had
often
been
satirical
on
this
gratuitous
prediction
,
and
he
meant
now
to
be
guarded
.
He
asked
for
Mrs
.
Casaubon
,
but
being
told
that
she
was
out
walking
,
he
was
going
away
,
when
Dorothea
and
Celia
appeared
,
both
glowing
from
their
struggle
with
the
March
wind
.
When
Lydgate
begged
to
speak
with
her
alone
,
Dorothea
opened
the
library
door
which
happened
to
be
the
nearest
,
thinking
of
nothing
at
the
moment
but
what
he
might
have
to
say
about
Mr
.
Casaubon
.
It
was
the
first
time
she
had
entered
this
room
since
her
husband
had
been
taken
ill
,
and
the
servant
had
chosen
not
to
open
the
shutters
.
But
there
was
light
enough
to
read
by
from
the
narrow
upper
panes
of
the
windows
.
"
You
will
not
mind
this
sombre
light
,
"
said
Dorothea
,
standing
in
the
middle
of
the
room
.
"
Since
you
forbade
books
,
the
library
has
been
out
of
the
question
.
But
Mr
.
Casaubon
will
soon
be
here
again
,
I
hope
.
Is
he
not
making
progress
?
"
"
Yes
,
much
more
rapid
progress
than
I
at
first
expected
.
Indeed
,
he
is
already
nearly
in
his
usual
state
of
health
.
"
"
You
do
not
fear
that
the
illness
will
return
?
"
said
Dorothea
,
whose
quick
ear
had
detected
some
significance
in
Lydgate
’
s
tone
.
"
Such
cases
are
peculiarly
difficult
to
pronounce
upon
,
"
said
Lydgate
.
"
The
only
point
on
which
I
can
be
confident
is
that
it
will
be
desirable
to
be
very
watchful
on
Mr
.
Casaubon
’
s
account
,
lest
he
should
in
any
way
strain
his
nervous
power
.
"
"
I
beseech
you
to
speak
quite
plainly
,
"
said
Dorothea
,
in
an
imploring
tone
.
"
I
cannot
bear
to
think
that
there
might
be
something
which
I
did
not
know
,
and
which
,
if
I
had
known
it
,
would
have
made
me
act
differently
.
"
The
words
came
out
like
a
cry
:
it
was
evident
that
they
were
the
voice
of
some
mental
experience
which
lay
not
very
far
off
.
"
Sit
down
,
"
she
added
,
placing
herself
on
the
nearest
chair
,
and
throwing
off
her
bonnet
and
gloves
,
with
an
instinctive
discarding
of
formality
where
a
great
question
of
destiny
was
concerned
.
"
What
you
say
now
justifies
my
own
view
,
"
said
Lydgate
.
