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"
People
will
talk
,
"
he
said
.
"
Even
if
a
man
has
been
acquitted
by
a
jury
,
they
’
ll
talk
,
and
nod
and
wink
—
and
as
far
as
the
world
goes
,
a
man
might
often
as
well
be
guilty
as
not
.
It
’
s
a
breakdown
blow
,
and
it
damages
Lydgate
as
much
as
Bulstrode
.
I
don
’
t
pretend
to
say
what
is
the
truth
.
I
only
wish
we
had
never
heard
the
name
of
either
Bulstrode
or
Lydgate
.
You
’
d
better
have
been
a
Vincy
all
your
life
,
and
so
had
Rosamond
.
"
Mrs
.
Bulstrode
made
no
reply
.
"
But
you
must
bear
up
as
well
as
you
can
,
Harriet
.
People
don
’
t
blame
YOU
.
And
I
’
ll
stand
by
you
whatever
you
make
up
your
mind
to
do
,
"
said
the
brother
,
with
rough
but
well
-
meaning
affectionateness
.
"
Give
me
your
arm
to
the
carriage
,
Walter
,
"
said
Mrs
.
Bulstrode
.
"
I
feel
very
weak
.
"
And
when
she
got
home
she
was
obliged
to
say
to
her
daughter
,
"
I
am
not
well
,
my
dear
;
I
must
go
and
lie
down
.
Attend
to
your
papa
.
Leave
me
in
quiet
.
I
shall
take
no
dinner
.
"
She
locked
herself
in
her
room
.
She
needed
time
to
get
used
to
her
maimed
consciousness
,
her
poor
lopped
life
,
before
she
could
walk
steadily
to
the
place
allotted
her
.
A
new
searching
light
had
fallen
on
her
husband
’
s
character
,
and
she
could
not
judge
him
leniently
:
the
twenty
years
in
which
she
had
believed
in
him
and
venerated
him
by
virtue
of
his
concealments
came
back
with
particulars
that
made
them
seem
an
odious
deceit
.
He
had
married
her
with
that
bad
past
life
hidden
behind
him
,
and
she
had
no
faith
left
to
protest
his
innocence
of
the
worst
that
was
imputed
to
him
.
Her
honest
ostentatious
nature
made
the
sharing
of
a
merited
dishonor
as
bitter
as
it
could
be
to
any
mortal
.
But
this
imperfectly
taught
woman
,
whose
phrases
and
habits
were
an
odd
patchwork
,
had
a
loyal
spirit
within
her
.
The
man
whose
prosperity
she
had
shared
through
nearly
half
a
life
,
and
who
had
unvaryingly
cherished
her
—
now
that
punishment
had
befallen
him
it
was
not
possible
to
her
in
any
sense
to
forsake
him
.
There
is
a
forsaking
which
still
sits
at
the
same
board
and
lies
on
the
same
couch
with
the
forsaken
soul
,
withering
it
the
more
by
unloving
proximity
.
She
knew
,
when
she
locked
her
door
,
that
she
should
unlock
it
ready
to
go
down
to
her
unhappy
husband
and
espouse
his
sorrow
,
and
say
of
his
guilt
,
I
will
mourn
and
not
reproach
.
But
she
needed
time
to
gather
up
her
strength
;
she
needed
to
sob
out
her
farewell
to
all
the
gladness
and
pride
of
her
life
.
When
she
had
resolved
to
go
down
,
she
prepared
herself
by
some
little
acts
which
might
seem
mere
folly
to
a
hard
onlooker
;
they
were
her
way
of
expressing
to
all
spectators
visible
or
invisible
that
she
had
begun
a
new
life
in
which
she
embraced
humiliation
.
She
took
off
all
her
ornaments
and
put
on
a
plain
black
gown
,
and
instead
of
wearing
her
much
-
adorned
cap
and
large
bows
of
hair
,
she
brushed
her
hair
down
and
put
on
a
plain
bonnet
-
cap
,
which
made
her
look
suddenly
like
an
early
Methodist
.
Bulstrode
,
who
knew
that
his
wife
had
been
out
and
had
come
in
saying
that
she
was
not
well
,
had
spent
the
time
in
an
agitation
equal
to
hers
.
He
had
looked
forward
to
her
learning
the
truth
from
others
,
and
had
acquiesced
in
that
probability
,
as
something
easier
to
him
than
any
confession
.
But
now
that
he
imagined
the
moment
of
her
knowledge
come
,
he
awaited
the
result
in
anguish
.
His
daughters
had
been
obliged
to
consent
to
leave
him
,
and
though
he
had
allowed
some
food
to
be
brought
to
him
,
he
had
not
touched
it
.
He
felt
himself
perishing
slowly
in
unpitied
misery
.
Perhaps
he
should
never
see
his
wife
’
s
face
with
affection
in
it
again
.
And
if
he
turned
to
God
there
seemed
to
be
no
answer
but
the
pressure
of
retribution
.
It
was
eight
o
’
clock
in
the
evening
before
the
door
opened
and
his
wife
entered
.
He
dared
not
look
up
at
her
.
He
sat
with
his
eyes
bent
down
,
and
as
she
went
towards
him
she
thought
he
looked
smaller
—
he
seemed
so
withered
and
shrunken
.
A
movement
of
new
compassion
and
old
tenderness
went
through
her
like
a
great
wave
,
and
putting
one
hand
on
his
which
rested
on
the
arm
of
the
chair
,
and
the
other
on
his
shoulder
,
she
said
,
solemnly
but
kindly
—
"
Look
up
,
Nicholas
.
"
