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He
raised
his
eyes
with
a
little
start
and
looked
at
her
half
amazed
for
a
moment
:
her
pale
face
,
her
changed
,
mourning
dress
,
the
trembling
about
her
mouth
,
all
said
,
"
I
know
;
"
and
her
hands
and
eyes
rested
gently
on
him
.
He
burst
out
crying
and
they
cried
together
,
she
sitting
at
his
side
They
could
not
yet
speak
to
each
other
of
the
shame
which
she
was
bearing
with
him
,
or
of
the
acts
which
had
brought
it
down
on
them
.
His
confession
was
silent
,
and
her
promise
of
faithfulness
was
silent
.
Open
-
minded
as
she
was
,
she
nevertheless
shrank
from
the
words
which
would
have
expressed
their
mutual
consciousness
,
as
she
would
have
shrunk
from
flakes
of
fire
.
She
could
not
say
,
"
How
much
is
only
slander
and
false
suspicion
?
"
and
he
did
not
say
,
"
I
am
innocent
.
"
"
Le
sentiment
de
la
faussete
’
des
plaisirs
presents
,
et
l
’
ignorance
de
la
vanite
des
plaisirs
absents
,
causent
l
’
inconstance
.
"
—
PASCAL
.
Rosamond
had
a
gleam
of
returning
cheerfulness
when
the
house
was
freed
from
the
threatening
figure
,
and
when
all
the
disagreeable
creditors
were
paid
.
But
she
was
not
joyous
:
her
married
life
had
fulfilled
none
of
her
hopes
,
and
had
been
quite
spoiled
for
her
imagination
.
In
this
brief
interval
of
calm
,
Lydgate
,
remembering
that
he
had
often
been
stormy
in
his
hours
of
perturbation
,
and
mindful
of
the
pain
Rosamond
had
had
to
bear
,
was
carefully
gentle
towards
her
;
but
he
,
too
,
had
lost
some
of
his
old
spirit
,
and
he
still
felt
it
necessary
to
refer
to
an
economical
change
in
their
way
of
living
as
a
matter
of
course
,
trying
to
reconcile
her
to
it
gradually
,
and
repressing
his
anger
when
she
answered
by
wishing
that
he
would
go
to
live
in
London
.
When
she
did
not
make
this
answer
,
she
listened
languidly
,
and
wondered
what
she
had
that
was
worth
living
for
.
The
hard
and
contemptuous
words
which
had
fallen
from
her
husband
in
his
anger
had
deeply
offended
that
vanity
which
he
had
at
first
called
into
active
enjoyment
;
and
what
she
regarded
as
his
perverse
way
of
looking
at
things
,
kept
up
a
secret
repulsion
,
which
made
her
receive
all
his
tenderness
as
a
poor
substitute
for
the
happiness
he
had
failed
to
give
her
.
They
were
at
a
disadvantage
with
their
neighbors
,
and
there
was
no
longer
any
outlook
towards
Quallingham
—
there
was
no
outlook
anywhere
except
in
an
occasional
letter
from
Will
Ladislaw
.
She
had
felt
stung
and
disappointed
by
Will
’
s
resolution
to
quit
Middlemarch
,
for
in
spite
of
what
she
knew
and
guessed
about
his
admiration
for
Dorothea
,
she
secretly
cherished
the
belief
that
he
had
,
or
would
necessarily
come
to
have
,
much
more
admiration
for
herself
;
Rosamond
being
one
of
those
women
who
live
much
in
the
idea
that
each
man
they
meet
would
have
preferred
them
if
the
preference
had
not
been
hopeless
.
Mrs
.
Casaubon
was
all
very
well
;
but
Will
’
s
interest
in
her
dated
before
he
knew
Mrs
.
Lydgate
.
Rosamond
took
his
way
of
talking
to
herself
,
which
was
a
mixture
of
playful
fault
-
finding
and
hyperbolical
gallantry
,
as
the
disguise
of
a
deeper
feeling
;
and
in
his
presence
she
felt
that
agreeable
titillation
of
vanity
and
sense
of
romantic
drama
which
Lydgate
’
s
presence
had
no
longer
the
magic
to
create
.
She
even
fancied
—
what
will
not
men
and
women
fancy
in
these
matters
?
—
that
Will
exaggerated
his
admiration
for
Mrs
.
Casaubon
in
order
to
pique
herself
.
In
this
way
poor
Rosamond
’
s
brain
had
been
busy
before
Will
’
s
departure
.
He
would
have
made
,
she
thought
,
a
much
more
suitable
husband
for
her
than
she
had
found
in
Lydgate
.
No
notion
could
have
been
falser
than
this
,
for
Rosamond
’
s
discontent
in
her
marriage
was
due
to
the
conditions
of
marriage
itself
,
to
its
demand
for
self
-
suppression
and
tolerance
,
and
not
to
the
nature
of
her
husband
;
but
the
easy
conception
of
an
unreal
Better
had
a
sentimental
charm
which
diverted
her
ennui
.
She
constructed
a
little
romance
which
was
to
vary
the
flatness
of
her
life
:
Will
Ladislaw
was
always
to
be
a
bachelor
and
live
near
her
,
always
to
be
at
her
command
,
and
have
an
understood
though
never
fully
expressed
passion
for
her
,
which
would
be
sending
out
lambent
flames
every
now
and
then
in
interesting
scenes
.
His
departure
had
been
a
proportionate
disappointment
,
and
had
sadly
increased
her
weariness
of
Middlemarch
;
but
at
first
she
had
the
alternative
dream
of
pleasures
in
store
from
her
intercourse
with
the
family
at
Quallingham
.
Since
then
the
troubles
of
her
married
life
had
deepened
,
and
the
absence
of
other
relief
encouraged
her
regretful
rumination
over
that
thin
romance
which
she
had
once
fed
on
.
Men
and
women
make
sad
mistakes
about
their
own
symptoms
,
taking
their
vague
uneasy
longings
,
sometimes
for
genius
,
sometimes
for
religion
,
and
oftener
still
for
a
mighty
love
.
Will
Ladislaw
had
written
chatty
letters
,
half
to
her
and
half
to
Lydgate
,
and
she
had
replied
:
their
separation
,
she
felt
,
was
not
likely
to
be
final
,
and
the
change
she
now
most
longed
for
was
that
Lydgate
should
go
to
live
in
London
;
everything
would
be
agreeable
in
London
;
and
she
had
set
to
work
with
quiet
determination
to
win
this
result
,
when
there
came
a
sudden
,
delightful
promise
which
inspirited
her
.
It
came
shortly
before
the
memorable
meeting
at
the
town
-
hall
,
and
was
nothing
less
than
a
letter
from
Will
Ladislaw
to
Lydgate
,
which
turned
indeed
chiefly
on
his
new
interest
in
plans
of
colonization
,
but
mentioned
incidentally
,
that
he
might
find
it
necessary
to
pay
a
visit
to
Middlemarch
within
the
next
few
weeks
—
a
very
pleasant
necessity
,
he
said
,
almost
as
good
as
holidays
to
a
schoolboy
.
He
hoped
there
was
his
old
place
on
the
rug
,
and
a
great
deal
of
music
in
store
for
him
.
But
he
was
quite
uncertain
as
to
the
time
.
While
Lydgate
was
reading
the
letter
to
Rosamond
,
her
face
looked
like
a
reviving
flower
—
it
grew
prettier
and
more
blooming
.
There
was
nothing
unendurable
now
:
the
debts
were
paid
,
Mr
.
Ladislaw
was
coming
,
and
Lydgate
would
be
persuaded
to
leave
Middlemarch
and
settle
in
London
,
which
was
"
so
different
from
a
provincial
town
.
"
That
was
a
bright
bit
of
morning
.
But
soon
the
sky
became
black
over
poor
Rosamond
.
The
presence
of
a
new
gloom
in
her
husband
,
about
which
he
was
entirely
reserved
towards
her
—
for
he
dreaded
to
expose
his
lacerated
feeling
to
her
neutrality
and
misconception
—
soon
received
a
painfully
strange
explanation
,
alien
to
all
her
previous
notions
of
what
could
affect
her
happiness
.
In
the
new
gayety
of
her
spirits
,
thinking
that
Lydgate
had
merely
a
worse
fit
of
moodiness
than
usual
,
causing
him
to
leave
her
remarks
unanswered
,
and
evidently
to
keep
out
of
her
way
as
much
as
possible
,
she
chose
,
a
few
days
after
the
meeting
,
and
without
speaking
to
him
on
the
subject
,
to
send
out
notes
of
invitation
for
a
small
evening
party
,
feeling
convinced
that
this
was
a
judicious
step
,
since
people
seemed
to
have
been
keeping
aloof
from
them
,
and
wanted
restoring
to
the
old
habit
of
intercourse
.
When
the
invitations
had
been
accepted
,
she
would
tell
Lydgate
,
and
give
him
a
wise
admonition
as
to
how
a
medical
man
should
behave
to
his
neighbors
;
for
Rosamond
had
the
gravest
little
airs
possible
about
other
people
’
s
duties
.
But
all
the
invitations
were
declined
,
and
the
last
answer
came
into
Lydgate
’
s
hands
.
