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Solomon
’
s
Proverbs
,
I
think
,
have
omitted
to
say
,
that
as
the
sore
palate
findeth
grit
,
so
an
uneasy
consciousness
heareth
innuendoes
.
The
next
day
Mr
.
Farebrother
,
parting
from
Lydgate
in
the
street
,
supposed
that
they
should
meet
at
Vincy
’
s
in
the
evening
.
Lydgate
answered
curtly
,
no
—
he
had
work
to
do
—
he
must
give
up
going
out
in
the
evening
.
"
What
!
you
are
going
to
get
lashed
to
the
mast
,
eh
,
and
are
stopping
your
ears
?
"
said
the
Vicar
.
"
Well
,
if
you
don
’
t
mean
to
be
won
by
the
sirens
,
you
are
right
to
take
precautions
in
time
.
"
A
few
days
before
,
Lydgate
would
have
taken
no
notice
of
these
words
as
anything
more
than
the
Vicar
’
s
usual
way
of
putting
things
.
They
seemed
now
to
convey
an
innuendo
which
confirmed
the
impression
that
he
had
been
making
a
fool
of
himself
and
behaving
so
as
to
be
misunderstood
:
not
,
he
believed
,
by
Rosamond
herself
;
she
,
he
felt
sure
,
took
everything
as
lightly
as
he
intended
it
.
She
had
an
exquisite
tact
and
insight
in
relation
to
all
points
of
manners
;
but
the
people
she
lived
among
were
blunderers
and
busybodies
.
However
,
the
mistake
should
go
no
farther
.
He
resolved
—
and
kept
his
resolution
—
that
he
would
not
go
to
Mr
.
Vincy
’
s
except
on
business
.
Rosamond
became
very
unhappy
.
The
uneasiness
first
stirred
by
her
aunt
’
s
questions
grew
and
grew
till
at
the
end
of
ten
days
that
she
had
not
seen
Lydgate
,
it
grew
into
terror
at
the
blank
that
might
possibly
come
—
into
foreboding
of
that
ready
,
fatal
sponge
which
so
cheaply
wipes
out
the
hopes
of
mortals
.
The
world
would
have
a
new
dreariness
for
her
,
as
a
wilderness
that
a
magician
’
s
spells
had
turned
for
a
little
while
into
a
garden
.
She
felt
that
she
was
beginning
to
know
the
pang
of
disappointed
love
,
and
that
no
other
man
could
be
the
occasion
of
such
delightful
aerial
building
as
she
had
been
enjoying
for
the
last
six
months
.
Poor
Rosamond
lost
her
appetite
and
felt
as
forlorn
as
Ariadne
—
as
a
charming
stage
Ariadne
left
behind
with
all
her
boxes
full
of
costumes
and
no
hope
of
a
coach
.
There
are
many
wonderful
mixtures
in
the
world
which
are
all
alike
called
love
,
and
claim
the
privileges
of
a
sublime
rage
which
is
an
apology
for
everything
(
in
literature
and
the
drama
)
.
Happily
Rosamond
did
not
think
of
committing
any
desperate
act
:
she
plaited
her
fair
hair
as
beautifully
as
usual
,
and
kept
herself
proudly
calm
.
Her
most
cheerful
supposition
was
that
her
aunt
Bulstrode
had
interfered
in
some
way
to
hinder
Lydgate
’
s
visits
:
everything
was
better
than
a
spontaneous
indifference
in
him
.
Any
one
who
imagines
ten
days
too
short
a
time
—
not
for
falling
into
leanness
,
lightness
,
or
other
measurable
effects
of
passion
,
but
—
for
the
whole
spiritual
circuit
of
alarmed
conjecture
and
disappointment
,
is
ignorant
of
what
can
go
on
in
the
elegant
leisure
of
a
young
lady
’
s
mind
.
On
the
eleventh
day
,
however
,
Lydgate
when
leaving
Stone
Court
was
requested
by
Mrs
.
Vincy
to
let
her
husband
know
that
there
was
a
marked
change
in
Mr
.
Featherstone
’
s
health
,
and
that
she
wished
him
to
come
to
Stone
Court
on
that
day
.
Now
Lydgate
might
have
called
at
the
warehouse
,
or
might
have
written
a
message
on
a
leaf
of
his
pocket
-
book
and
left
it
at
the
door
.
Yet
these
simple
devices
apparently
did
not
occur
to
him
,
from
which
we
may
conclude
that
he
had
no
strong
objection
to
calling
at
the
house
at
an
hour
when
Mr
.
Vincy
was
not
at
home
,
and
leaving
the
message
with
Miss
Vincy
.
A
man
may
,
from
various
motives
,
decline
to
give
his
company
,
but
perhaps
not
even
a
sage
would
be
gratified
that
nobody
missed
him
.
It
would
be
a
graceful
,
easy
way
of
piecing
on
the
new
habits
to
the
old
,
to
have
a
few
playful
words
with
Rosamond
about
his
resistance
to
dissipation
,
and
his
firm
resolve
to
take
long
fasts
even
from
sweet
sounds
.
It
must
be
confessed
,
also
,
that
momentary
speculations
as
to
all
the
possible
grounds
for
Mrs
.
Bulstrode
’
s
hints
had
managed
to
get
woven
like
slight
clinging
hairs
into
the
more
substantial
web
of
his
thoughts
.
Miss
Vincy
was
alone
,
and
blushed
so
deeply
when
Lydgate
came
in
that
he
felt
a
corresponding
embarrassment
,
and
instead
of
any
playfulness
,
he
began
at
once
to
speak
of
his
reason
for
calling
,
and
to
beg
her
,
almost
formally
,
to
deliver
the
message
to
her
father
.
Rosamond
,
who
at
the
first
moment
felt
as
if
her
happiness
were
returning
,
was
keenly
hurt
by
Lydgate
’
s
manner
;
her
blush
had
departed
,
and
she
assented
coldly
,
without
adding
an
unnecessary
word
,
some
trivial
chain
-
work
which
she
had
in
her
hands
enabling
her
to
avoid
looking
at
Lydgate
higher
than
his
chin
.
In
all
failures
,
the
beginning
is
certainly
the
half
of
the
whole
.
After
sitting
two
long
moments
while
he
moved
his
whip
and
could
say
nothing
,
Lydgate
rose
to
go
,
and
Rosamond
,
made
nervous
by
her
struggle
between
mortification
and
the
wish
not
to
betray
it
,
dropped
her
chain
as
if
startled
,
and
rose
too
,
mechanically
.
Lydgate
instantaneously
stooped
to
pick
up
the
chain
.
When
he
rose
he
was
very
near
to
a
lovely
little
face
set
on
a
fair
long
neck
which
he
had
been
used
to
see
turning
about
under
the
most
perfect
management
of
self
-
contented
grace
.
But
as
he
raised
his
eyes
now
he
saw
a
certain
helpless
quivering
which
touched
him
quite
newly
,
and
made
him
look
at
Rosamond
with
a
questioning
flash
.
At
this
moment
she
was
as
natural
as
she
had
ever
been
when
she
was
five
years
old
:
she
felt
that
her
tears
had
risen
,
and
it
was
no
use
to
try
to
do
anything
else
than
let
them
stay
like
water
on
a
blue
flower
or
let
them
fall
over
her
cheeks
,
even
as
they
would
.
