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"
Oh
,
my
dear
,
yes
.
To
think
of
your
marrying
into
this
trouble
.
Debt
was
bad
enough
,
but
this
will
be
worse
.
"
"
Stay
,
stay
,
Lucy
,
"
said
Mr
.
Vincy
.
"
Have
you
heard
nothing
about
your
uncle
Bulstrode
,
Rosamond
?
"
"
No
,
papa
,
"
said
the
poor
thing
,
feeling
as
if
trouble
were
not
anything
she
had
before
experienced
,
but
some
invisible
power
with
an
iron
grasp
that
made
her
soul
faint
within
her
.
Her
father
told
her
everything
,
saying
at
the
end
,
"
It
’
s
better
for
you
to
know
,
my
dear
.
I
think
Lydgate
must
leave
the
town
.
Things
have
gone
against
him
.
I
dare
say
he
couldn
’
t
help
it
.
I
don
’
t
accuse
him
of
any
harm
,
"
said
Mr
.
Vincy
.
He
had
always
before
been
disposed
to
find
the
utmost
fault
with
Lydgate
.
The
shock
to
Rosamond
was
terrible
.
It
seemed
to
her
that
no
lot
could
be
so
cruelly
hard
as
hers
to
have
married
a
man
who
had
become
the
centre
of
infamous
suspicions
.
In
many
cases
it
is
inevitable
that
the
shame
is
felt
to
be
the
worst
part
of
crime
;
and
it
would
have
required
a
great
deal
of
disentangling
reflection
,
such
as
had
never
entered
into
Rosamond
’
s
life
,
for
her
in
these
moments
to
feel
that
her
trouble
was
less
than
if
her
husband
had
been
certainly
known
to
have
done
something
criminal
.
All
the
shame
seemed
to
be
there
.
And
she
had
innocently
married
this
man
with
the
belief
that
he
and
his
family
were
a
glory
to
her
!
She
showed
her
usual
reticence
to
her
parents
,
and
only
said
,
that
if
Lydgate
had
done
as
she
wished
he
would
have
left
Middlemarch
long
ago
.
"
She
bears
it
beyond
anything
,
"
said
her
mother
when
she
was
gone
.
"
Ah
,
thank
God
!
"
said
Mr
.
Vincy
,
who
was
much
broken
down
.
But
Rosamond
went
home
with
a
sense
of
justified
repugnance
towards
her
husband
.
What
had
he
really
done
—
how
had
he
really
acted
?
She
did
not
know
.
Why
had
he
not
told
her
everything
?
He
did
not
speak
to
her
on
the
subject
,
and
of
course
she
could
not
speak
to
him
.
It
came
into
her
mind
once
that
she
would
ask
her
father
to
let
her
go
home
again
;
but
dwelling
on
that
prospect
made
it
seem
utter
dreariness
to
her
:
a
married
woman
gone
back
to
live
with
her
parents
—
life
seemed
to
have
no
meaning
for
her
in
such
a
position
:
she
could
not
contemplate
herself
in
it
.
The
next
two
days
Lydgate
observed
a
change
in
her
,
and
believed
that
she
had
heard
the
bad
news
.
