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He
went
out
of
the
house
,
but
as
his
blood
cooled
he
felt
that
the
chief
result
of
the
discussion
was
a
deposit
of
dread
within
him
at
the
idea
of
opening
with
his
wife
in
future
subjects
which
might
again
urge
him
to
violent
speech
.
It
was
as
if
a
fracture
in
delicate
crystal
had
begun
,
and
he
was
afraid
of
any
movement
that
might
mate
it
fatal
.
His
marriage
would
be
a
mere
piece
of
bitter
irony
if
they
could
not
go
on
loving
each
other
.
He
had
long
ago
made
up
his
mind
to
what
he
thought
was
her
negative
character
—
her
want
of
sensibility
,
which
showed
itself
in
disregard
both
of
his
specific
wishes
and
of
his
general
aims
.
The
first
great
disappointment
had
been
borne
:
the
tender
devotedness
and
docile
adoration
of
the
ideal
wife
must
be
renounced
,
and
life
must
be
taken
up
on
a
lower
stage
of
expectation
,
as
it
is
by
men
who
have
lost
their
limbs
.
But
the
real
wife
had
not
only
her
claims
,
she
had
still
a
hold
on
his
heart
,
and
it
was
his
intense
desire
that
the
hold
should
remain
strong
.
In
marriage
,
the
certainty
,
"
She
will
never
love
me
much
,
"
is
easier
to
bear
than
the
fear
,
"
I
shall
love
her
no
more
.
"
Hence
,
after
that
outburst
,
his
inward
effort
was
entirely
to
excuse
her
,
and
to
blame
the
hard
circumstances
which
were
partly
his
fault
.
He
tried
that
evening
,
by
petting
her
,
to
heal
the
wound
he
had
made
in
the
morning
,
and
it
was
not
in
Rosamond
’
s
nature
to
be
repellent
or
sulky
;
indeed
,
she
welcomed
the
signs
that
her
husband
loved
her
and
was
under
control
.
But
this
was
something
quite
distinct
from
loving
HIM
.
Lydgate
would
not
have
chosen
soon
to
recur
to
the
plan
of
parting
with
the
house
;
he
was
resolved
to
carry
it
out
,
and
say
as
little
more
about
it
as
possible
.
But
Rosamond
herself
touched
on
it
at
breakfast
by
saying
,
mildly
—
"
Have
you
spoken
to
Trumbull
yet
?
"
"
No
,
"
said
Lydgate
,
"
but
I
shall
call
on
him
as
I
go
by
this
morning
.
No
time
must
be
lost
.
"
He
took
Rosamond
’
s
question
as
a
sign
that
she
withdrew
her
inward
opposition
,
and
kissed
her
head
caressingly
when
he
got
up
to
go
away
.
As
soon
as
it
was
late
enough
to
make
a
call
,
Rosamond
went
to
Mrs
.
Plymdale
,
Mr
.
Ned
’
s
mother
,
and
entered
with
pretty
congratulations
into
the
of
the
coming
marriage
.
Mrs
.
Plymdale
’
s
maternal
view
was
,
that
Rosamond
might
possibly
now
have
retrospective
glimpses
of
her
own
folly
;
and
feeling
the
advantages
to
be
at
present
all
on
the
side
of
her
son
,
was
too
kind
a
woman
not
to
behave
graciously
.
"
Yes
,
Ned
is
most
happy
,
I
must
say
.
And
Sophy
Toller
is
all
I
could
desire
in
a
daughter
-
in
-
law
.
Of
course
her
father
is
able
to
do
something
handsome
for
her
—
that
is
only
what
would
be
expected
with
a
brewery
like
his
.
And
the
connection
is
everything
we
should
desire
.
But
that
is
not
what
I
look
at
.
She
is
such
a
very
nice
girl
—
no
airs
,
no
pretensions
,
though
on
a
level
with
the
first
.
I
don
’
t
mean
with
the
titled
aristocracy
.
I
see
very
little
good
in
people
aiming
out
of
their
own
sphere
.
I
mean
that
Sophy
is
equal
to
the
best
in
the
town
,
and
she
is
contented
with
that
.
"
"
I
have
always
thought
her
very
agreeable
,
"
said
Rosamond
.
"
I
look
upon
it
as
a
reward
for
Ned
,
who
never
held
his
head
too
high
,
that
he
should
have
got
into
the
very
best
connection
,
"
continued
Mrs
.
Plymdale
,
her
native
sharpness
softened
by
a
fervid
sense
that
she
was
taking
a
correct
view
.
"
And
such
particular
people
as
the
Tollers
are
,
they
might
have
objected
because
some
of
our
friends
are
not
theirs
.
It
is
well
known
that
your
aunt
Bulstrode
and
I
have
been
intimate
from
our
youth
,
and
Mr
.
Plymdale
has
been
always
on
Mr
.
Bulstrode
’
s
side
.
And
I
myself
prefer
serious
opinions
.
But
the
Tollers
have
welcomed
Ned
all
the
same
.
"
"
I
am
sure
he
is
a
very
deserving
,
well
-
principled
young
man
,
"
said
Rosamond
,
with
a
neat
air
of
patronage
in
return
for
Mrs
.
Plymdale
’
s
wholesome
corrections
.
