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"
I
wish
that
I
could
have
spared
you
this
pain
,
"
said
Lydgate
,
deeply
touched
,
yet
wondering
about
her
marriage
.
Women
just
like
Dorothea
had
not
entered
into
his
traditions
.
"
It
was
right
of
you
to
tell
me
.
I
thank
you
for
telling
me
the
truth
.
"
"
I
wish
you
to
understand
that
I
shall
not
say
anything
to
enlighten
Mr
.
Casaubon
himself
.
I
think
it
desirable
for
him
to
know
nothing
more
than
that
he
must
not
overwork
him
self
,
and
must
observe
certain
rules
.
Anxiety
of
any
kind
would
be
precisely
the
most
unfavorable
condition
for
him
.
"
Lydgate
rose
,
and
Dorothea
mechanically
rose
at
the
same
time
?
unclasping
her
cloak
and
throwing
it
off
as
if
it
stifled
her
.
He
was
bowing
and
quitting
her
,
when
an
impulse
which
if
she
had
been
alone
would
have
turned
into
a
prayer
,
made
her
say
with
a
sob
in
her
voice
—
"
Oh
,
you
are
a
wise
man
,
are
you
not
?
You
know
all
about
life
and
death
.
Advise
me
.
Think
what
I
can
do
.
He
has
been
laboring
all
his
life
and
looking
forward
.
He
minds
about
nothing
else
.
—
And
I
mind
about
nothing
else
—
"
For
years
after
Lydgate
remembered
the
impression
produced
in
him
by
this
involuntary
appeal
—
this
cry
from
soul
to
soul
,
without
other
consciousness
than
their
moving
with
kindred
natures
in
the
same
embroiled
medium
,
the
same
troublous
fitfully
illuminated
life
.
But
what
could
he
say
now
except
that
he
should
see
Mr
.
Casaubon
again
to
-
morrow
?
When
he
was
gone
,
Dorothea
’
s
tears
gushed
forth
,
and
relieved
her
stifling
oppression
.
Then
she
dried
her
eyes
,
reminded
that
her
distress
must
not
be
betrayed
to
her
husband
;
and
looked
round
the
room
thinking
that
she
must
order
the
servant
to
attend
to
it
as
usual
,
since
Mr
.
Casaubon
might
now
at
any
moment
wish
to
enter
.
On
his
writing
-
table
there
were
letters
which
had
lain
untouched
since
the
morning
when
he
was
taken
ill
,
and
among
them
,
as
Dorothea
.
well
remembered
,
there
were
young
Ladislaw
’
s
letters
,
the
one
addressed
to
her
still
unopened
.
The
associations
of
these
letters
had
been
made
the
more
painful
by
that
sudden
attack
of
illness
which
she
felt
that
the
agitation
caused
by
her
anger
might
have
helped
to
bring
on
:
it
would
be
time
enough
to
read
them
when
they
were
again
thrust
upon
her
,
and
she
had
had
no
inclination
to
fetch
them
from
the
library
.
But
now
it
occurred
to
her
that
they
should
be
put
out
of
her
husband
’
s
sight
:
whatever
might
have
been
the
sources
of
his
annoyance
about
them
,
he
must
,
if
possible
,
not
be
annoyed
again
;
and
she
ran
her
eyes
first
over
the
letter
addressed
to
him
to
assure
herself
whether
or
not
it
would
be
necessary
to
write
in
order
to
hinder
the
offensive
visit
.
Will
wrote
from
Rome
,
and
began
by
saying
that
his
obligations
to
Mr
.
Casaubon
were
too
deep
for
all
thanks
not
to
seem
impertinent
.
It
was
plain
that
if
he
were
not
grateful
,
he
must
be
the
poorest
-
spirited
rascal
who
had
ever
found
a
generous
friend
.
To
expand
in
wordy
thanks
would
be
like
saying
,
"
I
am
honest
.
"
But
Will
had
come
to
perceive
that
his
defects
—
defects
which
Mr
.
Casaubon
had
himself
often
pointed
to
—
needed
for
their
correction
that
more
strenuous
position
which
his
relative
’
s
generosity
had
hitherto
prevented
from
being
inevitable
.
He
trusted
that
he
should
make
the
best
return
,
if
return
were
possible
,
by
showing
the
effectiveness
of
the
education
for
which
he
was
indebted
,
and
by
ceasing
in
future
to
need
any
diversion
towards
himself
of
funds
on
which
others
might
have
a
better
claim
.
He
was
coming
to
England
,
to
try
his
fortune
,
as
many
other
young
men
were
obliged
to
do
whose
only
capital
was
in
their
brains
.
His
friend
Naumann
had
desired
him
to
take
charge
of
the
"
Dispute
"
—
the
picture
painted
for
Mr
.
Casaubon
,
with
whose
permission
,
and
Mrs
.
Casaubon
’
s
,
Will
would
convey
it
to
Lowick
in
person
.
