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No
—
she
adhered
to
her
declaration
that
she
would
never
be
married
again
,
and
in
the
long
valley
of
her
life
which
looked
so
flat
and
empty
of
waymarks
,
guidance
would
come
as
she
walked
along
the
road
,
and
saw
her
fellow
-
passengers
by
the
way
.
This
habitual
state
of
feeling
about
Will
Ladislaw
had
been
strong
.
in
all
her
waking
hours
since
she
had
proposed
to
pay
a
visit
to
Mrs
.
Lydgate
,
making
a
sort
of
background
against
which
she
saw
Rosamond
’
s
figure
presented
to
her
without
hindrances
to
her
interest
and
compassion
.
There
was
evidently
some
mental
separation
,
some
barrier
to
complete
confidence
which
had
arisen
between
this
wife
and
the
husband
who
had
yet
made
her
happiness
a
law
to
him
.
That
was
a
trouble
which
no
third
person
must
directly
touch
.
But
Dorothea
thought
with
deep
pity
of
the
loneliness
which
must
have
come
upon
Rosamond
from
the
suspicions
cast
on
her
husband
;
and
there
would
surely
be
help
in
the
manifestation
of
respect
for
Lydgate
and
sympathy
with
her
.
"
I
shall
talk
to
her
about
her
husband
,
"
thought
Dorothea
,
as
she
was
being
driven
towards
the
town
.
The
clear
spring
morning
,
the
scent
of
the
moist
earth
,
the
fresh
leaves
just
showing
their
creased
-
up
wealth
of
greenery
from
out
their
half
-
opened
sheaths
,
seemed
part
of
the
cheerfulness
she
was
feeling
from
a
long
conversation
with
Mr
.
Farebrother
,
who
had
joyfully
accepted
the
justifying
explanation
of
Lydgate
’
s
conduct
.
"
I
shall
take
Mrs
.
Lydgate
good
news
,
and
perhaps
she
will
like
to
talk
to
me
and
make
a
friend
of
me
.
"
Dorothea
had
another
errand
in
Lowick
Gate
:
it
was
about
a
new
fine
-
toned
bell
for
the
school
-
house
,
and
as
she
had
to
get
out
of
her
carriage
very
near
to
Lydgate
’
s
,
she
walked
thither
across
the
street
,
having
told
the
coachman
to
wait
for
some
packages
.
The
street
door
was
open
,
and
the
servant
was
taking
the
opportunity
of
looking
out
at
the
carriage
which
was
pausing
within
sight
when
it
became
apparent
to
her
that
the
lady
who
"
belonged
to
it
"
was
coming
towards
her
.
"
Is
Mrs
.
Lydgate
at
home
?
"
said
Dorothea
.
"
I
’
m
not
sure
,
my
lady
;
I
’
ll
see
,
if
you
’
ll
please
to
walk
in
,
"
said
Martha
,
a
little
confused
on
the
score
of
her
kitchen
apron
,
but
collected
enough
to
be
sure
that
"
mum
"
was
not
the
right
title
for
this
queenly
young
widow
with
a
carriage
and
pair
.
"
Will
you
please
to
walk
in
,
and
I
’
ll
go
and
see
.
"
"
Say
that
I
am
Mrs
.
Casaubon
,
"
said
Dorothea
,
as
Martha
moved
forward
intending
to
show
her
into
the
drawing
-
room
and
then
to
go
up
-
stairs
to
see
if
Rosamond
had
returned
from
her
walk
.
They
crossed
the
broader
part
of
the
entrance
-
hall
,
and
turned
up
the
passage
which
led
to
the
garden
.
The
drawing
-
room
door
was
unlatched
,
and
Martha
,
pushing
it
without
looking
into
the
room
,
waited
for
Mrs
.
Casaubon
to
enter
and
then
turned
away
,
the
door
having
swung
open
and
swung
back
again
without
noise
.
Dorothea
had
less
of
outward
vision
than
usual
this
morning
,
being
filled
with
images
of
things
as
they
had
been
and
were
going
to
be
.
She
found
herself
on
the
other
side
of
the
door
without
seeing
anything
remarkable
,
but
immediately
she
heard
a
voice
speaking
in
low
tones
which
startled
her
as
with
a
sense
of
dreaming
in
daylight
,
and
advancing
unconsciously
a
step
or
two
beyond
the
projecting
slab
of
a
bookcase
,
she
saw
,
in
the
terrible
illumination
of
a
certainty
which
filled
up
all
outlines
,
something
which
made
her
pause
,
motionless
,
without
self
-
possession
enough
to
speak
.
