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"
You
will
oblige
me
,
my
dear
,
"
he
said
,
seating
himself
,
"
if
instead
of
other
reading
this
evening
,
you
will
go
through
this
aloud
,
pencil
in
hand
,
and
at
each
point
where
I
say
‘
mark
,
’
will
make
a
cross
with
your
pencil
.
This
is
the
first
step
in
a
sifting
process
which
I
have
long
had
in
view
,
and
as
we
go
on
I
shall
be
able
to
indicate
to
you
certain
principles
of
selection
whereby
you
will
,
I
trust
,
have
an
intelligent
participation
in
my
purpose
.
"
This
proposal
was
only
one
more
sign
added
to
many
since
his
memorable
interview
with
Lydgate
,
that
Mr
.
Casaubon
’
s
original
reluctance
to
let
Dorothea
work
with
him
had
given
place
to
the
contrary
disposition
,
namely
,
to
demand
much
interest
and
labor
from
her
.
After
she
had
read
and
marked
for
two
hours
,
he
said
,
"
We
will
take
the
volume
up
-
stairs
—
and
the
pencil
,
if
you
please
—
and
in
case
of
reading
in
the
night
,
we
can
pursue
this
task
.
It
is
not
wearisome
to
you
,
I
trust
,
Dorothea
?
"
"
I
prefer
always
reading
what
you
like
best
to
hear
,
"
said
Dorothea
,
who
told
the
simple
truth
;
for
what
she
dreaded
was
to
exert
herself
in
reading
or
anything
else
which
left
him
as
joyless
as
ever
.
It
was
a
proof
of
the
force
with
which
certain
characteristics
in
Dorothea
impressed
those
around
her
,
that
her
husband
,
with
all
his
jealousy
and
suspicion
,
had
gathered
implicit
trust
in
the
integrity
of
her
promises
,
and
her
power
of
devoting
herself
to
her
idea
of
the
right
and
best
.
Of
late
he
had
begun
to
feel
that
these
qualities
were
a
peculiar
possession
for
himself
,
and
he
wanted
to
engross
them
.
The
reading
in
the
night
did
come
.
Dorothea
in
her
young
weariness
had
slept
soon
and
fast
:
she
was
awakened
by
a
sense
of
light
,
which
seemed
to
her
at
first
like
a
sudden
vision
of
sunset
after
she
had
climbed
a
steep
hill
:
she
opened
her
eyes
and
saw
her
husband
wrapped
in
his
warm
gown
seating
himself
in
the
arm
-
chair
near
the
fire
-
place
where
the
embers
were
still
glowing
.
He
had
lit
two
candles
,
expecting
that
Dorothea
would
awake
,
but
not
liking
to
rouse
her
by
more
direct
means
.
"
Are
you
ill
,
Edward
?
"
she
said
,
rising
immediately
.
"
I
felt
some
uneasiness
in
a
reclining
posture
.
I
will
sit
here
for
a
time
.
"
She
threw
wood
on
the
fire
,
wrapped
herself
up
,
and
said
,
"
You
would
like
me
to
read
to
you
?
"
"
You
would
oblige
me
greatly
by
doing
so
,
Dorothea
,
"
said
Mr
.
Casaubon
,
with
a
shade
more
meekness
than
usual
in
his
polite
manner
.
"
I
am
wakeful
:
my
mind
is
remarkably
lucid
.
"
