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"
One
of
us
two
must
bowen
douteless
,
And
,
sith
a
man
is
more
reasonableThan
woman
is
,
ye
[
men
]
moste
be
suffrable
.
—
CHAUCER
:
Canterbury
Tales
.
The
bias
of
human
nature
to
be
slow
in
correspondence
triumphs
even
over
the
present
quickening
in
the
general
pace
of
things
:
what
wonder
then
that
in
1832
old
Sir
Godwin
Lydgate
was
slow
to
write
a
letter
which
was
of
consequence
to
others
rather
than
to
himself
?
Nearly
three
weeks
of
the
new
year
were
gone
,
and
Rosamond
,
awaiting
an
answer
to
her
winning
appeal
,
was
every
day
disappointed
.
Lydgate
,
in
total
ignorance
of
her
expectations
,
was
seeing
the
bills
come
in
,
and
feeling
that
Dover
’
s
use
of
his
advantage
over
other
creditors
was
imminent
.
He
had
never
mentioned
to
Rosamond
his
brooding
purpose
of
going
to
Quallingham
:
he
did
not
want
to
admit
what
would
appear
to
her
a
concession
to
her
wishes
after
indignant
refusal
,
until
the
last
moment
;
but
he
was
really
expecting
to
set
off
soon
.
A
slice
of
the
railway
would
enable
him
to
manage
the
whole
journey
and
back
in
four
days
.
But
one
morning
after
Lydgate
had
gone
out
,
a
letter
came
addressed
to
him
,
which
Rosamond
saw
clearly
to
be
from
Sir
Godwin
.
She
was
full
of
hope
.
Perhaps
there
might
be
a
particular
note
to
her
enclosed
;
but
Lydgate
was
naturally
addressed
on
the
question
of
money
or
other
aid
,
and
the
fact
that
he
was
written
to
,
nay
,
the
very
delay
in
writing
at
all
,
seemed
to
certify
that
the
answer
was
thoroughly
compliant
.
She
was
too
much
excited
by
these
thoughts
to
do
anything
but
light
stitching
in
a
warm
corner
of
the
dining
-
room
,
with
the
outside
of
this
momentous
letter
lying
on
the
table
before
her
.
About
twelve
she
heard
her
husband
’
s
step
in
the
passage
,
and
tripping
to
open
the
door
,
she
said
in
her
lightest
tones
,
"
Tertius
,
come
in
here
—
here
is
a
letter
for
you
.
"
"
Ah
?
"
he
said
,
not
taking
off
his
hat
,
but
just
turning
her
round
within
his
arm
to
walk
towards
the
spot
where
the
letter
lay
.
"
My
uncle
Godwin
!
"
he
exclaimed
,
while
Rosamond
reseated
herself
,
and
watched
him
as
he
opened
the
letter
.
She
had
expected
him
to
be
surprised
.
While
Lydgate
’
s
eyes
glanced
rapidly
over
the
brief
letter
,
she
saw
his
face
,
usually
of
a
pale
brown
,
taking
on
a
dry
whiteness
;
with
nostrils
and
lips
quivering
he
tossed
down
the
letter
before
her
,
and
said
violently
—
"
It
will
be
impossible
to
endure
life
with
you
,
if
you
will
always
be
acting
secretly
—
acting
in
opposition
to
me
and
hiding
your
actions
.
"
He
checked
his
speech
and
turned
his
back
on
her
—
then
wheeled
round
and
walked
about
,
sat
down
,
and
got
up
again
restlessly
,
grasping
hard
the
objects
deep
down
in
his
pockets
.
He
was
afraid
of
saying
something
irremediably
cruel
.
Rosamond
too
had
changed
color
as
she
read
.
The
letter
ran
in
this
way
:
—
"
DEAR
TERTIUS
—
Don
’
t
set
your
wife
to
write
to
me
when
you
have
anything
to
ask
.
