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After
a
turn
of
the
road
,
there
he
was
with
the
portfolio
under
his
arm
;
but
the
next
moment
she
was
passing
him
while
he
raised
his
hat
,
and
she
felt
a
pang
at
being
seated
there
in
a
sort
of
exaltation
,
leaving
him
behind
.
She
could
not
look
back
at
him
.
It
was
as
if
a
crowd
of
indifferent
objects
had
thrust
them
asunder
,
and
forced
them
along
different
paths
,
taking
them
farther
and
farther
away
from
each
other
,
and
making
it
useless
to
look
back
.
She
could
no
more
make
any
sign
that
would
seem
to
say
,
"
Need
we
part
?
"
than
she
could
stop
the
carriage
to
wait
for
him
.
Nay
,
what
a
world
of
reasons
crowded
upon
her
against
any
movement
of
her
thought
towards
a
future
that
might
reverse
the
decision
of
this
day
!
"
I
only
wish
I
had
known
before
—
I
wish
he
knew
—
then
we
could
be
quite
happy
in
thinking
of
each
other
,
though
we
are
forever
parted
.
And
if
I
could
but
have
given
him
the
money
,
and
made
things
easier
for
him
!
"
—
were
the
longings
that
came
back
the
most
persistently
.
And
yet
,
so
heavily
did
the
world
weigh
on
her
in
spite
of
her
independent
energy
,
that
with
this
idea
of
Will
as
in
need
of
such
help
and
at
a
disadvantage
with
the
world
,
there
came
always
the
vision
of
that
unfittingness
of
any
closer
relation
between
them
which
lay
in
the
opinion
of
every
one
connected
with
her
.
She
felt
to
the
full
all
the
imperativeness
of
the
motives
which
urged
Will
’
s
conduct
How
could
he
dream
of
her
defying
the
barrier
that
her
husband
had
placed
between
them
?
—
how
could
she
ever
say
to
herself
that
she
would
defy
it
?
Will
’
s
certainty
as
the
carriage
grew
smaller
in
the
distance
,
had
much
more
bitterness
in
it
.
Very
slight
matters
were
enough
to
gall
him
in
his
sensitive
mood
,
and
the
sight
of
Dorothea
driving
past
him
while
he
felt
himself
plodding
along
as
a
poor
devil
seeking
a
position
in
a
world
which
in
his
present
temper
offered
him
little
that
he
coveted
,
made
his
conduct
seem
a
mere
matter
of
necessity
,
and
took
away
the
sustainment
of
resolve
.
After
all
,
he
had
no
assurance
that
she
loved
him
:
could
any
man
pretend
that
he
was
simply
glad
in
such
a
case
to
have
the
suffering
all
on
his
own
side
?
That
evening
Will
spent
with
the
Lydgates
;
the
next
evening
he
was
gone
.
These
little
things
are
great
to
little
man
.
—
GOLDSMITH
.
"
Have
you
seen
much
of
your
scientific
phoenix
,
Lydgate
,
lately
?
"
said
Mr
.
Toller
at
one
of
his
Christmas
dinner
-
parties
,
speaking
to
Mr
.
Farebrother
on
his
right
hand
.
"
Not
much
,
I
am
sorry
to
say
,
"
answered
the
Vicar
,
accustomed
to
parry
Mr
.
Toller
’
s
banter
about
his
belief
in
the
new
medical
light
.
"
I
am
out
of
the
way
and
he
is
too
busy
.
"
"
Is
he
?
I
am
glad
to
hear
it
,
"
said
Dr
.
Minchin
,
with
mingled
suavity
and
surprise
.
"
He
gives
a
great
deal
of
time
to
the
New
Hospital
,
"
said
Mr
.
Farebrother
,
who
had
his
reasons
for
continuing
the
subject
:
"
I
hear
of
that
from
my
neighbor
,
Mrs
.
Casaubon
,
who
goes
there
often
.
She
says
Lydgate
is
indefatigable
,
and
is
making
a
fine
thing
of
Bulstrode
’
s
institution
.
He
is
preparing
a
new
ward
in
case
of
the
cholera
coming
to
us
.
"
