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Perhaps
if
he
had
been
strong
enough
to
persist
in
his
determination
to
be
the
more
because
she
was
less
,
that
evening
might
have
had
a
better
issue
.
If
his
energy
could
have
borne
down
that
check
,
he
might
still
have
wrought
on
Rosamond
’
s
vision
and
will
.
We
cannot
be
sure
that
any
natures
,
however
inflexible
or
peculiar
,
will
resist
this
effect
from
a
more
massive
being
than
their
own
.
They
may
be
taken
by
storm
and
for
the
moment
converted
,
becoming
part
of
the
soul
which
enwraps
them
in
the
ardor
of
its
movement
.
But
poor
Lydgate
had
a
throbbing
pain
within
him
,
and
his
energy
had
fallen
short
of
its
task
.
The
beginning
of
mutual
understanding
and
resolve
seemed
as
far
off
as
ever
;
nay
,
it
seemed
blocked
out
by
the
sense
of
unsuccessful
effort
.
They
lived
on
from
day
to
day
with
their
thoughts
still
apart
,
Lydgate
going
about
what
work
he
had
in
a
mood
of
despair
,
and
Rosamond
feeling
,
with
some
justification
,
that
he
was
behaving
cruelly
.
It
was
of
no
use
to
say
anything
to
Tertius
;
but
when
Will
Ladislaw
came
,
she
was
determined
to
tell
him
everything
In
spite
of
her
general
reticence
,
she
needed
some
one
who
would
recognize
her
wrongs
.
"
To
mercy
,
pity
,
peace
,
and
loveAll
pray
in
their
distress
,
And
to
these
virtues
of
delight
,
Return
their
thankfulness
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
For
Mercy
has
a
human
heart
,
Pity
a
human
face
;
And
Love
,
the
human
form
divine
;
And
Peace
,
the
human
dress
.
—
WILLIAM
BLAKE
:
Songs
of
Innocence
.
Some
days
later
,
Lydgate
was
riding
to
Lowick
Manor
,
in
consequence
of
a
summons
from
Dorothea
.
The
summons
had
not
been
unexpected
,
since
it
had
followed
a
letter
from
Mr
.
Bulstrode
,
in
which
he
stated
that
he
had
resumed
his
arrangements
for
quitting
Middlemarch
,
and
must
remind
Lydgate
of
his
previous
communications
about
the
Hospital
,
to
the
purport
of
which
he
still
adhered
.
It
had
been
his
duty
,
before
taking
further
steps
,
to
reopen
the
subject
with
Mrs
.
Casaubon
,
who
now
wished
,
as
before
,
to
discuss
the
question
with
Lydgate
.
"
Your
views
may
possibly
have
undergone
some
change
,
"
wrote
Mr
.
Bulstrode
;
"
but
,
in
that
case
also
,
it
is
desirable
that
you
should
lay
them
before
her
.
"
Dorothea
awaited
his
arrival
with
eager
interest
.
Though
,
in
deference
to
her
masculine
advisers
,
she
had
refrained
from
what
Sir
James
had
called
"
interfering
in
this
Bulstrode
business
,
"
the
hardship
of
Lydgate
’
s
position
was
continually
in
her
mind
,
and
when
Bulstrode
applied
to
her
again
about
the
hospital
,
she
felt
that
the
opportunity
was
come
to
her
which
she
had
been
hindered
from
hastening
.
In
her
luxurious
home
,
wandering
under
the
boughs
of
her
own
great
trees
,
her
thought
was
going
out
over
the
lot
of
others
,
and
her
emotions
were
imprisoned
.
The
idea
of
some
active
good
within
her
reach
,
"
haunted
her
like
a
passion
,
"
and
another
’
s
need
having
once
come
to
her
as
a
distinct
image
,
preoccupied
her
desire
with
the
yearning
to
give
relief
,
and
made
her
own
ease
tasteless
.
She
was
full
of
confident
hope
about
this
interview
with
Lydgate
,
never
heeding
what
was
said
of
his
personal
reserve
;
never
heeding
that
she
was
a
very
young
woman
.
Nothing
could
have
seemed
more
irrelevant
to
Dorothea
than
insistence
on
her
youth
and
sex
when
she
was
moved
to
show
her
human
fellowship
.
As
she
sat
waiting
in
the
library
,
she
could
do
nothing
but
live
through
again
all
the
past
scenes
which
had
brought
Lydgate
into
her
memories
.
They
all
owed
their
significance
to
her
marriage
and
its
troubles
—
but
no
;
there
were
two
occasions
in
which
the
image
of
Lydgate
had
come
painfully
in
connection
with
his
wife
and
some
one
else
.
The
pain
had
been
allayed
for
Dorothea
,
but
it
had
left
in
her
an
awakened
conjecture
as
to
what
Lydgate
’
s
marriage
might
be
to
him
,
a
susceptibility
to
the
slightest
hint
about
Mrs
.
Lydgate
.
These
thoughts
were
like
a
drama
to
her
,
and
made
her
eyes
bright
,
and
gave
an
attitude
of
suspense
to
her
whole
frame
,
though
she
was
only
looking
out
from
the
brown
library
on
to
the
turf
and
the
bright
green
buds
which
stood
in
relief
against
the
dark
evergreens
.
When
Lydgate
came
in
,
she
was
almost
shocked
at
the
change
in
his
face
,
which
was
strikingly
perceptible
to
her
who
had
not
seen
him
for
two
months
.
It
was
not
the
change
of
emaciation
,
but
that
effect
which
even
young
faces
will
very
soon
show
from
the
persistent
presence
of
resentment
and
despondency
.
Her
cordial
look
,
when
she
put
out
her
hand
to
him
,
softened
his
expression
,
but
only
with
melancholy
.
"
I
have
wished
very
much
to
see
you
for
a
long
while
,
Mr
.
Lydgate
,
"
said
Dorothea
when
they
were
seated
opposite
each
other
;
"
but
I
put
off
asking
you
to
come
until
Mr
.
Bulstrode
applied
to
me
again
about
the
Hospital
.
I
know
that
the
advantage
of
keeping
the
management
of
it
separate
from
that
of
the
Infirmary
depends
on
you
,
or
,
at
least
,
on
the
good
which
you
are
encouraged
to
hope
for
from
having
it
under
your
control
.
And
I
am
sure
you
will
not
refuse
to
tell
me
exactly
what
you
think
.
"
