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It
happened
that
nothing
called
Lydgate
out
of
the
room
;
but
when
Rosamond
poured
out
the
tea
,
and
Will
came
near
to
fetch
it
,
she
placed
a
tiny
bit
of
folded
paper
in
his
saucer
.
He
saw
it
and
secured
it
quickly
,
but
as
he
went
back
to
his
inn
he
had
no
eagerness
to
unfold
the
paper
.
What
Rosamond
had
written
to
him
would
probably
deepen
the
painful
impressions
of
the
evening
.
Still
,
he
opened
and
read
it
by
his
bed
-
candle
.
There
were
only
these
few
words
in
her
neatly
flowing
hand
:
—
"
I
have
told
Mrs
.
Casaubon
.
She
is
not
under
any
mistake
about
you
.
I
told
her
because
she
came
to
see
me
and
was
very
kind
.
You
will
have
nothing
to
reproach
me
with
now
.
I
shall
not
have
made
any
difference
to
you
.
"
The
effect
of
these
words
was
not
quite
all
gladness
.
As
Will
dwelt
on
them
with
excited
imagination
,
he
felt
his
cheeks
and
ears
burning
at
the
thought
of
what
had
occurred
between
Dorothea
and
Rosamond
—
at
the
uncertainty
how
far
Dorothea
might
still
feel
her
dignity
wounded
in
having
an
explanation
of
his
conduct
offered
to
her
.
There
might
still
remain
in
her
mind
a
changed
association
with
him
which
made
an
irremediable
difference
—
a
lasting
flaw
.
With
active
fancy
he
wrought
himself
into
a
state
of
doubt
little
more
easy
than
that
of
the
man
who
has
escaped
from
wreck
by
night
and
stands
on
unknown
ground
in
the
darkness
Until
that
wretched
yesterday
—
except
the
moment
of
vexation
long
ago
in
the
very
same
room
and
in
the
very
same
presence
—
all
their
vision
,
all
their
thought
of
each
other
,
had
been
as
in
a
world
apart
,
where
the
sunshine
fell
on
tall
white
lilies
,
where
no
evil
lurked
,
and
no
other
soul
entered
.
But
now
—
would
Dorothea
meet
him
in
that
world
again
?
"
And
now
good
-
morrow
to
our
waking
soulsWhich
watch
not
one
another
out
of
fear
;
For
love
all
love
of
other
sights
controls
,
And
makes
one
little
room
,
an
everywhere
.
"
—
DR
.
DONNE
.
On
the
second
morning
after
Dorothea
’
s
visit
to
Rosamond
,
she
had
had
two
nights
of
sound
sleep
,
and
had
not
only
lost
all
traces
of
fatigue
,
but
felt
as
if
she
had
a
great
deal
of
superfluous
strength
—
that
is
to
say
,
more
strength
than
she
could
manage
to
concentrate
on
any
occupation
.
The
day
before
,
she
had
taken
long
walks
outside
the
grounds
,
and
had
paid
two
visits
to
the
Parsonage
;
but
she
never
in
her
life
told
any
one
the
reason
why
she
spent
her
time
in
that
fruitless
manner
,
and
this
morning
she
was
rather
angry
with
herself
for
her
childish
restlessness
.
To
-
day
was
to
be
spent
quite
differently
.
What
was
there
to
be
done
in
the
village
?
Oh
dear
!
nothing
.
Everybody
was
well
and
had
flannel
;
nobody
’
s
pig
had
died
;
and
it
was
Saturday
morning
,
when
there
was
a
general
scrubbing
of
doors
and
door
-
stones
,
and
when
it
was
useless
to
go
into
the
school
.
But
there
were
various
subjects
that
Dorothea
was
trying
to
get
clear
upon
,
and
she
resolved
to
throw
herself
energetically
into
the
gravest
of
all
.
She
sat
down
in
the
library
before
her
particular
little
heap
of
books
on
political
economy
and
kindred
matters
,
out
of
which
she
was
trying
to
get
light
as
to
the
best
way
of
spending
money
so
as
not
to
injure
one
’
s
neighbors
,
or
—
what
comes
to
the
same
thing
—
so
as
to
do
them
the
most
good
.
Here
was
a
weighty
subject
which
,
if
she
could
but
lay
hold
of
it
,
would
certainly
keep
her
mind
steady
.
Unhappily
her
mind
slipped
off
it
for
a
whole
hour
;
and
at
the
end
she
found
herself
reading
sentences
twice
over
with
an
intense
consciousness
of
many
things
,
but
not
of
any
one
thing
contained
in
the
text
.
This
was
hopeless
.
Should
she
order
the
carriage
and
drive
to
Tipton
?
No
;
for
some
reason
or
other
she
preferred
staying
at
Lowick
.
But
her
vagrant
mind
must
be
reduced
to
order
:
there
was
an
art
in
self
-
discipline
;
and
she
walked
round
and
round
the
brown
library
considering
by
what
sort
of
manoeuvre
she
could
arrest
her
wandering
thoughts
.
Perhaps
a
mere
task
was
the
best
means
—
something
to
which
she
must
go
doggedly
.
Was
there
not
the
geography
of
Asia
Minor
,
in
which
her
slackness
had
often
been
rebuked
by
Mr
.
Casaubon
?
She
went
to
the
cabinet
of
maps
and
unrolled
one
:
this
morning
she
might
make
herself
finally
sure
that
Paphlagonia
was
not
on
the
Levantine
coast
,
and
fix
her
total
darkness
about
the
Chalybes
firmly
on
the
shores
of
the
Euxine
.
A
map
was
a
fine
thing
to
study
when
you
were
disposed
to
think
of
something
else
,
being
made
up
of
names
that
would
turn
into
a
chime
if
you
went
back
upon
them
.
Dorothea
set
earnestly
to
work
,
bending
close
to
her
map
,
and
uttering
the
names
in
an
audible
,
subdued
tone
,
which
often
got
into
a
chime
.
She
looked
amusingly
girlish
after
all
her
deep
experience
—
nodding
her
head
and
marking
the
names
off
on
her
fingers
,
with
a
little
pursing
of
her
lip
,
and
now
and
then
breaking
off
to
put
her
hands
on
each
side
of
her
face
and
say
,
"
Oh
dear
!
oh
dear
!
"
There
was
no
reason
why
this
should
end
any
more
than
a
merry
-
go
-
round
;
but
it
was
at
last
interrupted
by
the
opening
of
the
door
and
the
announcement
of
Miss
Noble
.
The
little
old
lady
,
whose
bonnet
hardly
reached
Dorothea
’
s
shoulder
,
was
warmly
welcomed
,
but
while
her
hand
was
being
pressed
she
made
many
of
her
beaver
-
like
noises
,
as
if
she
had
something
difficult
to
say
.
