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Perhaps
Lydgate
and
she
had
never
felt
so
far
off
each
other
before
;
but
there
were
strong
reasons
for
not
deferring
his
revelation
,
even
if
he
had
not
already
begun
it
by
that
abrupt
announcement
;
indeed
some
of
the
angry
desire
to
rouse
her
into
more
sensibility
on
his
account
which
had
prompted
him
to
speak
prematurely
,
still
mingled
with
his
pain
in
the
prospect
of
her
pain
.
But
he
waited
till
the
tray
was
gone
,
the
candles
were
lit
,
and
the
evening
quiet
might
be
counted
on
:
the
interval
had
left
time
for
repelled
tenderness
to
return
into
the
old
course
.
He
spoke
kindly
.
"
Dear
Rosy
,
lay
down
your
work
and
come
to
sit
by
me
,
"
he
said
,
gently
,
pushing
away
the
table
,
and
stretching
out
his
arm
to
draw
a
chair
near
his
own
.
Rosamond
obeyed
.
As
she
came
towards
him
in
her
drapery
of
transparent
faintly
tinted
muslin
,
her
slim
yet
round
figure
never
looked
more
graceful
;
as
she
sat
down
by
him
and
laid
one
hand
on
the
elbow
of
his
chair
,
at
last
looking
at
him
and
meeting
his
eyes
,
her
delicate
neck
and
cheek
and
purely
cut
lips
never
had
more
of
that
untarnished
beauty
which
touches
as
in
spring
-
time
and
infancy
and
all
sweet
freshness
.
It
touched
Lydgate
now
,
and
mingled
the
early
moments
of
his
love
for
her
with
all
the
other
memories
which
were
stirred
in
this
crisis
of
deep
trouble
.
He
laid
his
ample
hand
softly
on
hers
,
saying
—
"
Dear
!
"
with
the
lingering
utterance
which
affection
gives
to
the
word
.
Rosamond
too
was
still
under
the
power
of
that
same
past
,
and
her
husband
was
still
in
part
the
Lydgate
whose
approval
had
stirred
delight
.
She
put
his
hair
lightly
away
from
his
forehead
,
then
laid
her
other
hand
on
his
,
and
was
conscious
of
forgiving
him
.
"
I
am
obliged
to
tell
you
what
will
hurt
you
,
Rosy
.
But
there
are
things
which
husband
and
wife
must
think
of
together
.
I
dare
say
it
has
occurred
to
you
already
that
I
am
short
of
money
.
"
Lydgate
paused
;
but
Rosamond
turned
her
neck
and
looked
at
a
vase
on
the
mantel
-
piece
.
"
I
was
not
able
to
pay
for
all
the
things
we
had
to
get
before
we
were
married
,
and
there
have
been
expenses
since
which
I
have
been
obliged
to
meet
.
The
consequence
is
,
there
is
a
large
debt
at
Brassing
—
three
hundred
and
eighty
pounds
—
which
has
been
pressing
on
me
a
good
while
,
and
in
fact
we
are
getting
deeper
every
day
,
for
people
don
’
t
pay
me
the
faster
because
others
want
the
money
.
I
took
pains
to
keep
it
from
you
while
you
were
not
well
;
but
now
we
must
think
together
about
it
,
and
you
must
help
me
.
"
"
What
can
—
I
—
do
,
Tertius
?
"
said
Rosamond
,
turning
her
eyes
on
him
again
.
That
little
speech
of
four
words
,
like
so
many
others
in
all
languages
,
is
capable
by
varied
vocal
inflections
of
expressing
all
states
of
mind
from
helpless
dimness
to
exhaustive
argumentative
perception
,
from
the
completest
self
-
devoting
fellowship
to
the
most
neutral
aloofness
.
Rosamond
’
s
thin
utterance
threw
into
the
words
"
What
can
—
I
—
do
!
"
as
much
neutrality
as
they
could
hold
.
They
fell
like
a
mortal
chill
on
Lydgate
’
s
roused
tenderness
.
He
did
not
storm
in
indignation
—
he
felt
too
sad
a
sinking
of
the
heart
.
And
when
he
spoke
again
it
was
more
in
the
tone
of
a
man
who
forces
himself
to
fulfil
a
task
.
"
It
is
necessary
for
you
to
know
,
because
I
have
to
give
security
for
a
time
,
and
a
man
must
come
to
make
an
inventory
of
the
furniture
.
"
Rosamond
colored
deeply
.
"
Have
you
not
asked
papa
for
money
?
"
she
said
,
as
soon
as
she
could
speak
.
