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At
Lowick
Dorothea
searched
desk
and
drawer
—
searched
all
her
husband
’
s
places
of
deposit
for
private
writing
,
but
found
no
paper
addressed
especially
to
her
,
except
that
"
Synoptical
Tabulation
,
"
which
was
probably
only
the
beginning
of
many
intended
directions
for
her
guidance
.
In
carrying
out
this
bequest
of
labor
to
Dorothea
,
as
in
all
else
,
Mr
.
Casaubon
had
been
slow
and
hesitating
,
oppressed
in
the
plan
of
transmitting
his
work
,
as
he
had
been
in
executing
it
,
by
the
sense
of
moving
heavily
in
a
dim
and
clogging
medium
:
distrust
of
Dorothea
’
s
competence
to
arrange
what
he
had
prepared
was
subdued
only
by
distrust
of
any
other
redactor
.
But
he
had
come
at
last
to
create
a
trust
for
himself
out
of
Dorothea
’
s
nature
:
she
could
do
what
she
resolved
to
do
:
and
he
willingly
imagined
her
toiling
under
the
fetters
of
a
promise
to
erect
a
tomb
with
his
name
upon
it
.
(
Not
that
Mr
.
Casaubon
called
the
future
volumes
a
tomb
;
he
called
them
the
Key
to
all
Mythologies
.
)
But
the
months
gained
on
him
and
left
his
plans
belated
:
he
had
only
had
time
to
ask
for
that
promise
by
which
he
sought
to
keep
his
cold
grasp
on
Dorothea
’
s
life
.
The
grasp
had
slipped
away
.
Bound
by
a
pledge
given
from
the
depths
of
her
pity
,
she
would
have
been
capable
of
undertaking
a
toil
which
her
judgment
whispered
was
vain
for
all
uses
except
that
consecration
of
faithfulness
which
is
a
supreme
use
.
But
now
her
judgment
,
instead
of
being
controlled
by
duteous
devotion
,
was
made
active
by
the
imbittering
discovery
that
in
her
past
union
there
had
lurked
the
hidden
alienation
of
secrecy
and
suspicion
.
The
living
,
suffering
man
was
no
longer
before
her
to
awaken
her
pity
:
there
remained
only
the
retrospect
of
painful
subjection
to
a
husband
whose
thoughts
had
been
lower
than
she
had
believed
,
whose
exorbitant
claims
for
himself
had
even
blinded
his
scrupulous
care
for
his
own
character
,
and
made
him
defeat
his
own
pride
by
shocking
men
of
ordinary
honor
.
As
for
the
property
which
was
the
sign
of
that
broken
tie
,
she
would
have
been
glad
to
be
free
from
it
and
have
nothing
more
than
her
original
fortune
which
had
been
settled
on
her
,
if
there
had
not
been
duties
attached
to
ownership
,
which
she
ought
not
to
flinch
from
.
About
this
property
many
troublous
questions
insisted
on
rising
:
had
she
not
been
right
in
thinking
that
the
half
of
it
ought
to
go
to
Will
Ladislaw
?
—
but
was
it
not
impossible
now
for
her
to
do
that
act
of
justice
?
Mr
.
Casaubon
had
taken
a
cruelly
effective
means
of
hindering
her
:
even
with
indignation
against
him
in
her
heart
,
any
act
that
seemed
a
triumphant
eluding
of
his
purpose
revolted
her
.
After
collecting
papers
of
business
which
she
wished
to
examine
,
she
locked
up
again
the
desks
and
drawers
—
all
empty
of
personal
words
for
her
—
empty
of
any
sign
that
in
her
husband
’
s
lonely
brooding
his
heart
had
gone
out
to
her
in
excuse
or
explanation
;
and
she
went
back
to
Freshitt
with
the
sense
that
around
his
last
hard
demand
and
his
last
injurious
assertion
of
his
power
,
the
silence
was
unbroken
.
Dorothea
tried
now
to
turn
her
thoughts
towards
immediate
duties
,
and
one
of
these
was
of
a
kind
which
others
were
determined
to
remind
her
of
.
Lydgate
’
s
ear
had
caught
eagerly
her
mention
of
the
living
,
and
as
soon
as
he
could
,
he
reopened
the
subject
,
seeing
here
a
possibility
of
making
amends
for
the
casting
-
vote
he
had
once
given
with
an
ill
-
satisfied
conscience
.
"
Instead
of
telling
you
anything
about
Mr
.
Tyke
,
"
he
said
,
"
I
should
like
to
speak
of
another
man
—
Mr
.
Farebrother
,
the
Vicar
of
St
.
Botolph
’
s
.
His
living
is
a
poor
one
,
and
gives
him
a
stinted
provision
for
himself
and
his
family
.
His
mother
,
aunt
,
and
sister
all
live
with
him
,
and
depend
upon
him
.
I
believe
he
has
never
married
because
of
them
.
I
never
heard
such
good
preaching
as
his
—
such
plain
,
easy
eloquence
.
He
would
have
done
to
preach
at
St
.
Paul
’
s
Cross
after
old
Latimer
.
His
talk
is
just
as
good
about
all
subjects
:
original
,
simple
,
clear
.
I
think
him
a
remarkable
fellow
:
he
ought
to
have
done
more
than
he
has
done
.
"
"
Why
has
he
not
done
more
?
"
said
Dorothea
,
interested
now
in
all
who
had
slipped
below
their
own
intention
.
"
That
’
s
a
hard
question
,
"
said
Lydgate
.
"
I
find
myself
that
it
’
s
uncommonly
difficult
to
make
the
right
thing
work
:
there
are
so
many
strings
pulling
at
once
.
Farebrother
often
hints
that
he
has
got
into
the
wrong
profession
;
he
wants
a
wider
range
than
that
of
a
poor
clergyman
,
and
I
suppose
he
has
no
interest
to
help
him
on
.
He
is
very
fond
of
Natural
History
and
various
scientific
matters
,
and
he
is
hampered
in
reconciling
these
tastes
with
his
position
.
He
has
no
money
to
spare
—
hardly
enough
to
use
;
and
that
has
led
him
into
card
-
playing
—
Middlemarch
is
a
great
place
for
whist
.
He
does
play
for
money
,
and
he
wins
a
good
deal
.
Of
course
that
takes
him
into
company
a
little
beneath
him
,
and
makes
him
slack
about
some
things
;
and
yet
,
with
all
that
,
looking
at
him
as
a
whole
,
I
think
he
is
one
of
the
most
blameless
men
I
ever
knew
.
He
has
neither
venom
nor
doubleness
in
him
,
and
those
often
go
with
a
more
correct
outside
.
"
"
I
wonder
whether
he
suffers
in
his
conscience
because
of
that
habit
,
"
said
Dorothea
;
"
I
wonder
whether
he
wishes
he
could
leave
it
off
.
"
