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Would
she
speak
to
him
about
it
,
or
would
she
go
on
forever
in
the
silence
which
seemed
to
imply
that
she
believed
him
guilty
?
We
must
remember
that
he
was
in
a
morbid
state
of
mind
,
in
which
almost
all
contact
was
pain
.
Certainly
Rosamond
in
this
case
had
equal
reason
to
complain
of
reserve
and
want
of
confidence
on
his
part
;
but
in
the
bitterness
of
his
soul
he
excused
himself
;
—
was
he
not
justified
in
shrinking
from
the
task
of
telling
her
,
since
now
she
knew
the
truth
she
had
no
impulse
to
speak
to
him
?
But
a
deeper
-
lying
consciousness
that
he
was
in
fault
made
him
restless
,
and
the
silence
between
them
became
intolerable
to
him
;
it
was
as
if
they
were
both
adrift
on
one
piece
of
wreck
and
looked
away
from
each
other
.
He
thought
,
"
I
am
a
fool
.
Haven
’
t
I
given
up
expecting
anything
?
I
have
married
care
,
not
help
.
"
And
that
evening
he
said
—
"
Rosamond
,
have
you
heard
anything
that
distresses
you
?
"
"
Yes
,
"
she
answered
,
laying
down
her
work
,
which
she
had
been
carrying
on
with
a
languid
semi
-
consciousness
,
most
unlike
her
usual
self
.
"
What
have
you
heard
?
"
"
Everything
,
I
suppose
.
Papa
told
me
.
"
"
That
people
think
me
disgraced
?
"
"
Yes
,
"
said
Rosamond
,
faintly
,
beginning
to
sew
again
automatically
.
There
was
silence
.
Lydgate
thought
,
"
If
she
has
any
trust
in
me
—
any
notion
of
what
I
am
,
she
ought
to
speak
now
and
say
that
she
does
not
believe
I
have
deserved
disgrace
.
"
