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"
But
I
mean
,
before
that
.
Something
had
vexed
you
before
you
came
in
,
you
looked
cross
.
And
that
made
you
begin
to
dispute
with
Mr
.
Ladislaw
.
You
hurt
me
very
much
when
you
look
so
,
Tertius
.
"
"
Do
I
?
Then
I
am
a
brute
,
"
said
Lydgate
,
caressing
her
penitently
.
"
What
vexed
you
?
"
"
Oh
,
outdoor
things
—
business
.
"
It
was
really
a
letter
insisting
on
the
payment
of
a
bill
for
furniture
.
But
Rosamond
was
expecting
to
have
a
baby
,
and
Lydgate
wished
to
save
her
from
any
perturbation
.
Was
never
true
love
loved
in
vain
,
For
truest
love
is
highest
gain
.
No
art
can
make
it
:
it
must
springWhere
elements
are
fostering
.
So
in
heaven
’
s
spot
and
hourSprings
the
little
native
flower
,
Downward
root
and
upward
eye
,
Shapen
by
the
earth
and
sky
.
It
happened
to
be
on
a
Saturday
evening
that
Will
Ladislaw
had
that
little
discussion
with
Lydgate
.
Its
effect
when
he
went
to
his
own
rooms
was
to
make
him
sit
up
half
the
night
,
thinking
over
again
,
under
a
new
irritation
,
all
that
he
had
before
thought
of
his
having
settled
in
Middlemarch
and
harnessed
himself
with
Mr
.
Brooke
.
Hesitations
before
he
had
taken
the
step
had
since
turned
into
susceptibility
to
every
hint
that
he
would
have
been
wiser
not
to
take
it
;
and
hence
came
his
heat
towards
Lydgate
—
a
heat
which
still
kept
him
restless
.
Was
he
not
making
a
fool
of
himself
?
—
and
at
a
time
when
he
was
more
than
ever
conscious
of
being
something
better
than
a
fool
?
And
for
what
end
?
Well
,
for
no
definite
end
.
True
,
he
had
dreamy
visions
of
possibilities
:
there
is
no
human
being
who
having
both
passions
and
thoughts
does
not
think
in
consequence
of
his
passions
—
does
not
find
images
rising
in
his
mind
which
soothe
the
passion
with
hope
or
sting
it
with
dread
.
But
this
,
which
happens
to
us
all
,
happens
to
some
with
a
wide
difference
;
and
Will
was
not
one
of
those
whose
wit
"
keeps
the
roadway
:
"
he
had
his
bypaths
where
there
were
little
joys
of
his
own
choosing
,
such
as
gentlemen
cantering
on
the
highroad
might
have
thought
rather
idiotic
.
The
way
in
which
he
made
a
sort
of
happiness
for
himself
out
of
his
feeling
for
Dorothea
was
an
example
of
this
.
It
may
seem
strange
,
but
it
is
the
fact
,
that
the
ordinary
vulgar
vision
of
which
Mr
.
Casaubon
suspected
him
—
namely
,
that
Dorothea
might
become
a
widow
,
and
that
the
interest
he
had
established
in
her
mind
might
turn
into
acceptance
of
him
as
a
husband
—
had
no
tempting
,
arresting
power
over
him
;
he
did
not
live
in
the
scenery
of
such
an
event
,
and
follow
it
out
,
as
we
all
do
with
that
imagined
"
otherwise
"
which
is
our
practical
heaven
.
It
was
not
only
that
he
was
unwilling
to
entertain
thoughts
which
could
be
accused
of
baseness
,
and
was
already
uneasy
in
the
sense
that
he
had
to
justify
himself
from
the
charge
of
ingratitude
—
the
latent
consciousness
of
many
other
barriers
between
himself
and
Dorothea
besides
the
existence
of
her
husband
,
had
helped
to
turn
away
his
imagination
from
speculating
on
what
might
befall
Mr
.
Casaubon
.
And
there
were
yet
other
reasons
.
Will
,
we
know
,
could
not
bear
the
thought
of
any
flaw
appearing
in
his
crystal
:
he
was
at
once
exasperated
and
delighted
by
the
calm
freedom
with
which
Dorothea
looked
at
him
and
spoke
to
him
,
and
there
was
something
so
exquisite
in
thinking
of
her
just
as
she
was
,
that
he
could
not
long
for
a
change
which
must
somehow
change
her
.
Do
we
not
shun
the
street
version
of
a
fine
melody
?
—
or
shrink
from
the
news
that
the
rarity
—
some
bit
of
chiselling
or
engraving
perhaps
—
which
we
have
dwelt
on
even
with
exultation
in
the
trouble
it
has
cost
us
to
snatch
glimpses
of
it
,
is
really
not
an
uncommon
thing
,
and
may
be
obtained
as
an
every
-
day
possession
?
Our
good
depends
on
the
quality
and
breadth
of
our
emotion
;
and
to
Will
,
a
creature
who
cared
little
for
what
are
called
the
solid
things
of
life
and
greatly
for
its
subtler
influences
,
to
have
within
him
such
a
feeling
as
he
had
towards
Dorothea
,
was
like
the
inheritance
of
a
fortune
.
What
others
might
have
called
the
futility
of
his
passion
,
made
an
additional
delight
for
his
imagination
:
he
was
conscious
of
a
generous
movement
,
and
of
verifying
in
his
own
experience
that
higher
love
-
poetry
which
had
charmed
his
fancy
.
Dorothea
,
he
said
to
himself
,
was
forever
enthroned
in
his
soul
:
no
other
woman
could
sit
higher
than
her
footstool
;
and
if
he
could
have
written
out
in
immortal
syllables
the
effect
she
wrought
within
him
,
he
might
have
boasted
after
the
example
of
old
Drayton
,
that
—
"
Queens
hereafter
might
be
glad
to
liveUpon
the
alms
of
her
superfluous
praise
.
"
