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"
Meanwhile
Dorothea
’
s
mind
was
innocently
at
work
towards
the
further
embitterment
of
her
husband
;
dwelling
,
with
a
sympathy
that
grew
to
agitation
,
on
what
Will
had
told
her
about
his
parents
and
grandparents
.
Any
private
hours
in
her
day
were
usually
spent
in
her
blue
-
green
boudoir
,
and
she
had
come
to
be
very
fond
of
its
pallid
quaintness
.
Nothing
had
been
outwardly
altered
there
;
but
while
the
summer
had
gradually
advanced
over
the
western
fields
beyond
the
avenue
of
elms
,
the
bare
room
had
gathered
within
it
those
memories
of
an
inward
life
which
fill
the
air
as
with
a
cloud
of
good
or
had
angels
,
the
invisible
yet
active
forms
of
our
spiritual
triumphs
or
our
spiritual
falls
.
She
had
been
so
used
to
struggle
for
and
to
find
resolve
in
looking
along
the
avenue
towards
the
arch
of
western
light
that
the
vision
itself
had
gained
a
communicating
power
.
Even
the
pale
stag
seemed
to
have
reminding
glances
and
to
mean
mutely
,
"
Yes
,
we
know
.
"
And
the
group
of
delicately
touched
miniatures
had
made
an
audience
as
of
beings
no
longer
disturbed
about
their
own
earthly
lot
,
but
still
humanly
interested
.
Especially
the
mysterious
"
Aunt
Julia
"
about
whom
Dorothea
had
never
found
it
easy
to
question
her
husband
.
And
now
,
since
her
conversation
with
Will
,
many
fresh
images
had
gathered
round
that
Aunt
Julia
who
was
Will
’
s
grandmother
;
the
presence
of
that
delicate
miniature
,
so
like
a
living
face
that
she
knew
,
helping
to
concentrate
her
feelings
.
What
a
wrong
,
to
cut
off
the
girl
from
the
family
protection
and
inheritance
only
because
she
had
chosen
a
man
who
was
poor
!
Dorothea
,
early
troubling
her
elders
with
questions
about
the
facts
around
her
,
had
wrought
herself
into
some
independent
clearness
as
to
the
historical
,
political
reasons
why
eldest
sons
had
superior
rights
,
and
why
land
should
be
entailed
:
those
reasons
,
impressing
her
with
a
certain
awe
,
might
be
weightier
than
she
knew
,
but
here
was
a
question
of
ties
which
left
them
uninfringed
.
Here
was
a
daughter
whose
child
—
even
according
to
the
ordinary
aping
of
aristocratic
institutions
by
people
who
are
no
more
aristocratic
than
retired
grocers
,
and
who
have
no
more
land
to
"
keep
together
"
than
a
lawn
and
a
paddock
—
would
have
a
prior
claim
.
Was
inheritance
a
question
of
liking
or
of
responsibility
?
All
the
energy
of
Dorothea
’
s
nature
went
on
the
side
of
responsibility
—
the
fulfilment
of
claims
founded
on
our
own
deeds
,
such
as
marriage
and
parentage
.
It
was
true
,
she
said
to
herself
,
that
Mr
.
Casaubon
had
a
debt
to
the
Ladislaws
—
that
he
had
to
pay
back
what
the
Ladislaws
had
been
wronged
of
.
And
now
she
began
to
think
of
her
husband
’
s
will
,
which
had
been
made
at
the
time
of
their
marriage
,
leaving
the
bulk
of
his
property
to
her
,
with
proviso
in
case
of
her
having
children
.
That
ought
to
be
altered
;
and
no
time
ought
to
be
lost
.
This
very
question
which
had
just
arisen
about
Will
Ladislaw
’
s
occupation
,
was
the
occasion
for
placing
things
on
a
new
,
right
footing
.
Her
husband
,
she
felt
sure
,
according
to
all
his
previous
conduct
,
would
be
ready
to
take
the
just
view
,
if
she
proposed
it
—
she
,
in
whose
interest
an
unfair
concentration
of
the
property
had
been
urged
.
His
sense
of
right
had
surmounted
and
would
continue
to
surmount
anything
that
might
be
called
antipathy
.
She
suspected
that
her
uncle
’
s
scheme
was
disapproved
by
Mr
.
Casaubon
,
and
this
made
it
seem
all
the
more
opportune
that
a
fresh
understanding
should
be
begun
,
so
that
instead
of
Will
’
s
starting
penniless
and
accepting
the
first
function
that
offered
itself
,
he
should
find
himself
in
possession
of
a
rightful
income
which
should
be
paid
by
her
husband
during
his
life
,
and
,
by
an
immediate
alteration
of
the
will
,
should
be
secured
at
his
death
.
The
vision
of
all
this
as
what
ought
to
be
done
seemed
to
Dorothea
like
a
sudden
letting
in
of
daylight
,
waking
her
from
her
previous
stupidity
and
incurious
self
-
absorbed
ignorance
about
her
husband
’
s
relation
to
others
.
Will
Ladislaw
had
refused
Mr
.
Casaubon
’
s
future
aid
on
a
ground
that
no
longer
appeared
right
to
her
;
and
Mr
.
Casaubon
had
never
himself
seen
fully
what
was
the
claim
upon
him
.
"
But
he
will
!
"
said
Dorothea
.
"
The
great
strength
of
his
character
lies
here
.
And
what
are
we
doing
with
our
money
?
We
make
no
use
of
half
of
our
income
.
My
own
money
buys
me
nothing
but
an
uneasy
conscience
.
"
There
was
a
peculiar
fascination
for
Dorothea
in
this
division
of
property
intended
for
herself
,
and
always
regarded
by
her
as
excessive
.
She
was
blind
,
you
see
,
to
many
things
obvious
to
others
—
likely
to
tread
in
the
wrong
places
,
as
Celia
had
warned
her
;
yet
her
blindness
to
whatever
did
not
lie
in
her
own
pure
purpose
carried
her
safely
by
the
side
of
precipices
where
vision
would
have
been
perilous
with
fear
.
The
thoughts
which
had
gathered
vividness
in
the
solitude
of
her
boudoir
occupied
her
incessantly
through
the
day
on
which
Mr
.
Casaubon
had
sent
his
letter
to
Will
.
Everything
seemed
hindrance
to
her
till
she
could
find
an
opportunity
of
opening
her
heart
to
her
husband
.
To
his
preoccupied
mind
all
subjects
were
to
be
approached
gently
,
and
she
had
never
since
his
illness
lost
from
her
consciousness
the
dread
of
agitating
him
.
Bat
when
young
ardor
is
set
brooding
over
the
conception
of
a
prompt
deed
,
the
deed
itself
seems
to
start
forth
with
independent
life
,
mastering
ideal
obstacles
.
The
day
passed
in
a
sombre
fashion
,
not
unusual
,
though
Mr
.
Casaubon
was
perhaps
unusually
silent
;
but
there
were
hours
of
the
night
which
might
be
counted
on
as
opportunities
of
conversation
;
for
Dorothea
,
when
aware
of
her
husband
’
s
sleeplessness
,
had
established
a
habit
of
rising
,
lighting
a
candle
,
and
reading
him
to
sleep
again
.
And
this
night
she
was
from
the
beginning
sleepless
,
excited
by
resolves
.
He
slept
as
usual
for
a
few
hours
,
but
she
had
risen
softly
and
had
sat
in
the
darkness
for
nearly
an
hour
before
he
said
—
