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"
This
is
Chichely
’
s
scratch
.
What
is
he
writing
to
you
about
?
"
said
Lydgate
,
wonderingly
,
as
he
handed
the
note
to
her
.
She
was
obliged
to
let
him
see
it
,
and
,
looking
at
her
severely
,
he
said
—
"
Why
on
earth
have
you
been
sending
out
invitations
without
telling
me
,
Rosamond
?
I
beg
,
I
insist
that
you
will
not
invite
any
one
to
this
house
.
I
suppose
you
have
been
inviting
others
,
and
they
have
refused
too
.
"
She
said
nothing
.
"
Do
you
hear
me
?
"
thundered
Lydgate
.
"
Yes
,
certainly
I
hear
you
,
"
said
Rosamond
,
turning
her
head
aside
with
the
movement
of
a
graceful
long
-
necked
bird
.
Lydgate
tossed
his
head
without
any
grace
and
walked
out
of
the
room
,
feeling
himself
dangerous
.
Rosamond
’
s
thought
was
,
that
he
was
getting
more
and
more
unbearable
—
not
that
there
was
any
new
special
reason
for
this
peremptoriness
His
indisposition
to
tell
her
anything
in
which
he
was
sure
beforehand
that
she
would
not
be
interested
was
growing
into
an
unreflecting
habit
,
and
she
was
in
ignorance
of
everything
connected
with
the
thousand
pounds
except
that
the
loan
had
come
from
her
uncle
Bulstrode
.
Lydgate
’
s
odious
humors
and
their
neighbors
’
apparent
avoidance
of
them
had
an
unaccountable
date
for
her
in
their
relief
from
money
difficulties
.
If
the
invitations
had
been
accepted
she
would
have
gone
to
invite
her
mamma
and
the
rest
,
whom
she
had
seen
nothing
of
for
several
days
;
and
she
now
put
on
her
bonnet
to
go
and
inquire
what
had
become
of
them
all
,
suddenly
feeling
as
if
there
were
a
conspiracy
to
leave
her
in
isolation
with
a
husband
disposed
to
offend
everybody
.
It
was
after
the
dinner
hour
,
and
she
found
her
father
and
mother
seated
together
alone
in
the
drawing
-
room
.
They
greeted
her
with
sad
looks
,
saying
"
Well
,
my
dear
!
"
and
no
more
.
She
had
never
seen
her
father
look
so
downcast
;
and
seating
herself
near
him
she
said
—
"
Is
there
anything
the
matter
,
papa
?
"
He
did
not
answer
,
but
Mrs
.
Vincy
said
,
"
Oh
,
my
dear
,
have
you
heard
nothing
?
It
won
’
t
be
long
before
it
reaches
you
.
"
"
Is
it
anything
about
Tertius
?
"
said
Rosamond
,
turning
pale
.
The
idea
of
trouble
immediately
connected
itself
with
what
had
been
unaccountable
to
her
in
him
.
