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The
cordial
,
pleading
tones
which
seemed
to
flow
with
generous
heedlessness
above
all
the
facts
which
had
filled
Rosamond
’
s
mind
as
grounds
of
obstruction
and
hatred
between
her
and
this
woman
,
came
as
soothingly
as
a
warm
stream
over
her
shrinking
fears
.
Of
course
Mrs
.
Casaubon
had
the
facts
in
her
mind
,
but
she
was
not
going
to
speak
of
anything
connected
with
them
.
That
relief
was
too
great
for
Rosamond
to
feel
much
else
at
the
moment
.
She
answered
prettily
,
in
the
new
ease
of
her
soul
—
"
I
know
you
have
been
very
good
.
I
shall
like
to
hear
anything
you
will
say
to
me
about
Tertius
.
"
"
The
day
before
yesterday
,
"
said
Dorothea
,
"
when
I
had
asked
him
to
come
to
Lowick
to
give
me
his
opinion
on
the
affairs
of
the
Hospital
,
he
told
me
everything
about
his
conduct
and
feelings
in
this
sad
event
which
has
made
ignorant
people
cast
suspicions
on
him
.
The
reason
he
told
me
was
because
I
was
very
bold
and
asked
him
.
I
believed
that
he
had
never
acted
dishonorably
,
and
I
begged
him
to
tell
me
the
history
.
He
confessed
to
me
that
he
had
never
told
it
before
,
not
even
to
you
,
because
he
had
a
great
dislike
to
say
,
‘
I
was
not
wrong
,
’
as
if
that
were
proof
,
when
there
are
guilty
people
who
will
say
so
.
The
truth
is
,
he
knew
nothing
of
this
man
Raffles
,
or
that
there
were
any
bad
secrets
about
him
;
and
he
thought
that
Mr
.
Bulstrode
offered
him
the
money
because
he
repented
,
out
of
kindness
,
of
having
refused
it
before
.
All
his
anxiety
about
his
patient
was
to
treat
him
rightly
,
and
he
was
a
little
uncomfortable
that
the
case
did
not
end
as
he
had
expected
;
but
he
thought
then
and
still
thinks
that
there
may
have
been
no
wrong
in
it
on
any
one
’
s
part
.
And
I
have
told
Mr
.
Farebrother
,
and
Mr
.
Brooke
,
and
Sir
James
Chettam
:
they
all
believe
in
your
husband
.
That
will
cheer
you
,
will
it
not
?
That
will
give
you
courage
?
"
Dorothea
’
s
face
had
become
animated
,
and
as
it
beamed
on
Rosamond
very
close
to
her
,
she
felt
something
like
bashful
timidity
before
a
superior
,
in
the
presence
of
this
self
-
forgetful
ardor
.
She
said
,
with
blushing
embarrassment
,
"
Thank
you
:
you
are
very
kind
.
"
"
And
he
felt
that
he
had
been
so
wrong
not
to
pour
out
everything
about
this
to
you
.
But
you
will
forgive
him
.
It
was
because
he
feels
so
much
more
about
your
happiness
than
anything
else
—
he
feels
his
life
bound
into
one
with
yours
,
and
it
hurts
him
more
than
anything
,
that
his
misfortunes
must
hurt
you
.
He
could
speak
to
me
because
I
am
an
indifferent
person
.
And
then
I
asked
him
if
I
might
come
to
see
you
;
because
I
felt
so
much
for
his
trouble
and
yours
.
That
is
why
I
came
yesterday
,
and
why
I
am
come
to
-
day
.
Trouble
is
so
hard
to
bear
,
is
it
not
?
—
How
can
we
live
and
think
that
any
one
has
trouble
—
piercing
trouble
—
and
we
could
help
them
,
and
never
try
?
"
Dorothea
,
completely
swayed
by
the
feeling
that
she
was
uttering
,
forgot
everything
but
that
she
was
speaking
from
out
the
heart
of
her
own
trial
to
Rosamond
’
s
.
The
emotion
had
wrought
itself
more
and
more
into
her
utterance
,
till
the
tones
might
have
gone
to
one
’
s
very
marrow
,
like
a
low
cry
from
some
suffering
creature
in
the
darkness
.
And
she
had
unconsciously
laid
her
hand
again
on
the
little
hand
that
she
had
pressed
before
.
Rosamond
,
with
an
overmastering
pang
,
as
if
a
wound
within
her
had
been
probed
,
burst
into
hysterical
crying
as
she
had
done
the
day
before
when
she
clung
to
her
husband
.
Poor
Dorothea
was
feeling
a
great
wave
of
her
own
sorrow
returning
over
her
—
her
thought
being
drawn
to
the
possible
share
that
Will
Ladislaw
might
have
in
Rosamond
’
s
mental
tumult
.
She
was
beginning
to
fear
that
she
should
not
be
able
to
suppress
herself
enough
to
the
end
of
this
meeting
,
and
while
her
hand
was
still
resting
on
Rosamond
’
s
lap
,
though
the
hand
underneath
it
was
withdrawn
,
she
was
struggling
against
her
own
rising
sobs
.
She
tried
to
master
herself
with
the
thought
that
this
might
be
a
turning
-
point
in
three
lives
—
not
in
her
own
;
no
,
there
the
irrevocable
had
happened
,
but
—
in
those
three
lives
which
were
touching
hers
with
the
solemn
neighborhood
of
danger
and
distress
.
The
fragile
creature
who
was
crying
close
to
her
—
there
might
still
be
time
to
rescue
her
from
the
misery
of
false
incompatible
bonds
;
and
this
moment
was
unlike
any
other
:
she
and
Rosamond
could
never
be
together
again
with
the
same
thrilling
consciousness
of
yesterday
within
them
both
.
She
felt
the
relation
between
them
to
be
peculiar
enough
to
give
her
a
peculiar
influence
,
though
she
had
no
conception
that
the
way
in
which
her
own
feelings
were
involved
was
fully
known
to
Mrs
.
Lydgate
.
