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But
Rosamond
on
her
side
went
on
moving
her
fingers
languidly
.
Whatever
was
to
be
said
on
the
subject
she
expected
to
come
from
Tertius
.
What
did
she
know
?
And
if
he
were
innocent
of
any
wrong
,
why
did
he
not
do
something
to
clear
himself
?
This
silence
of
hers
brought
a
new
rush
of
gall
to
that
bitter
mood
in
which
Lydgate
had
been
saying
to
himself
that
nobody
believed
in
him
—
even
Farebrother
had
not
come
forward
.
He
had
begun
to
question
her
with
the
intent
that
their
conversation
should
disperse
the
chill
fog
which
had
gathered
between
them
,
but
he
felt
his
resolution
checked
by
despairing
resentment
.
Even
this
trouble
,
like
the
rest
,
she
seemed
to
regard
as
if
it
were
hers
alone
.
He
was
always
to
her
a
being
apart
,
doing
what
she
objected
to
.
He
started
from
his
chair
with
an
angry
impulse
,
and
thrusting
his
hands
in
his
pockets
,
walked
up
and
down
the
room
.
There
was
an
underlying
consciousness
all
the
while
that
he
should
have
to
master
this
anger
,
and
tell
her
everything
,
and
convince
her
of
the
facts
.
For
he
had
almost
learned
the
lesson
that
he
must
bend
himself
to
her
nature
,
and
that
because
she
came
short
in
her
sympathy
,
he
must
give
the
more
.
Soon
he
recurred
to
his
intention
of
opening
himself
:
the
occasion
must
not
be
lost
.
If
he
could
bring
her
to
feel
with
some
solemnity
that
here
was
a
slander
which
must
be
met
and
not
run
away
from
,
and
that
the
whole
trouble
had
come
out
of
his
desperate
want
of
money
,
it
would
be
a
moment
for
urging
powerfully
on
her
that
they
should
be
one
in
the
resolve
to
do
with
as
little
money
as
possible
,
so
that
they
might
weather
the
bad
time
and
keep
themselves
independent
.
He
would
mention
the
definite
measures
which
he
desired
to
take
,
and
win
her
to
a
willing
spirit
.
He
was
bound
to
try
this
—
and
what
else
was
there
for
him
to
do
?
He
did
not
know
how
long
he
had
been
walking
uneasily
backwards
and
forwards
,
but
Rosamond
felt
that
it
was
long
,
and
wished
that
he
would
sit
down
.
She
too
had
begun
to
think
this
an
opportunity
for
urging
on
Tertius
what
he
ought
to
do
.
Whatever
might
be
the
truth
about
all
this
misery
,
there
was
one
dread
which
asserted
itself
.
Lydgate
at
last
seated
himself
,
not
in
his
usual
chair
,
but
in
one
nearer
to
Rosamond
,
leaning
aside
in
it
towards
her
,
and
looking
at
her
gravely
before
he
reopened
the
sad
subject
.
He
had
conquered
himself
so
far
,
and
was
about
to
speak
with
a
sense
of
solemnity
,
as
on
an
occasion
which
was
not
to
be
repeated
.
He
had
even
opened
his
lips
,
when
Rosamond
,
letting
her
hands
fall
,
looked
at
him
and
said
—
"
Surely
,
Tertius
—
"
"
Well
?
"
"
Surely
now
at
last
you
have
given
up
the
idea
of
staying
in
Middlemarch
.
I
cannot
go
on
living
here
.
Let
us
go
to
London
.
Papa
,
and
every
one
else
,
says
you
had
better
go
.
Whatever
misery
I
have
to
put
up
with
,
it
will
be
easier
away
from
here
.
"
Lydgate
felt
miserably
jarred
.
Instead
of
that
critical
outpouring
for
which
he
had
prepared
himself
with
effort
,
here
was
the
old
round
to
be
gone
through
again
.
He
could
not
bear
it
.
With
a
quick
change
of
countenance
he
rose
and
went
out
of
the
room
.
