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"
To
be
sure
he
was
,
"
Mary
answered
;
"
and
for
that
reason
he
could
do
better
without
me
.
But
you
—
I
shudder
to
think
what
you
would
have
been
—
a
curate
in
debt
for
horse
-
hire
and
cambric
pocket
-
handkerchiefs
!
"
On
inquiry
it
might
possibly
be
found
that
Fred
and
Mary
still
inhabit
Stone
Court
—
that
the
creeping
plants
still
cast
the
foam
of
their
blossoms
over
the
fine
stone
-
wall
into
the
field
where
the
walnut
-
trees
stand
in
stately
row
—
and
that
on
sunny
days
the
two
lovers
who
were
first
engaged
with
the
umbrella
-
ring
may
be
seen
in
white
-
haired
placidity
at
the
open
window
from
which
Mary
Garth
,
in
the
days
of
old
Peter
Featherstone
,
had
often
been
ordered
to
look
out
for
Mr
.
Lydgate
.
Lydgate
’
s
hair
never
became
white
.
He
died
when
he
was
only
fifty
,
leaving
his
wife
and
children
provided
for
by
a
heavy
insurance
on
his
life
.
He
had
gained
an
excellent
practice
,
alternating
,
according
to
the
season
,
between
London
and
a
Continental
bathing
-
place
;
having
written
a
treatise
on
Gout
,
a
disease
which
has
a
good
deal
of
wealth
on
its
side
.
His
skill
was
relied
on
by
many
paying
patients
,
but
he
always
regarded
himself
as
a
failure
:
he
had
not
done
what
he
once
meant
to
do
.
His
acquaintances
thought
him
enviable
to
have
so
charming
a
wife
,
and
nothing
happened
to
shake
their
opinion
.
Rosamond
never
committed
a
second
compromising
indiscretion
.
She
simply
continued
to
be
mild
in
her
temper
,
inflexible
in
her
judgment
,
disposed
to
admonish
her
husband
,
and
able
to
frustrate
him
by
stratagem
.
As
the
years
went
on
he
opposed
her
less
and
less
,
whence
Rosamond
concluded
that
he
had
learned
the
value
of
her
opinion
;
on
the
other
hand
,
she
had
a
more
thorough
conviction
of
his
talents
now
that
he
gained
a
good
income
,
and
instead
of
the
threatened
cage
in
Bride
Street
provided
one
all
flowers
and
gilding
,
fit
for
the
bird
of
paradise
that
she
resembled
.
In
brief
,
Lydgate
was
what
is
called
a
successful
man
.
But
he
died
prematurely
of
diphtheria
,
and
Rosamond
afterwards
married
an
elderly
and
wealthy
physician
,
who
took
kindly
to
her
four
children
.
She
made
a
very
pretty
show
with
her
daughters
,
driving
out
in
her
carriage
,
and
often
spoke
of
her
happiness
as
"
a
reward
"
—
she
did
not
say
for
what
,
but
probably
she
meant
that
it
was
a
reward
for
her
patience
with
Tertius
,
whose
temper
never
became
faultless
,
and
to
the
last
occasionally
let
slip
a
bitter
speech
which
was
more
memorable
than
the
signs
he
made
of
his
repentance
.
He
once
called
her
his
basil
plant
;
and
when
she
asked
for
an
explanation
,
said
that
basil
was
a
plant
which
had
flourished
wonderfully
on
a
murdered
man
’
s
brains
.
Rosamond
had
a
placid
but
strong
answer
to
such
speeches
.
Why
then
had
he
chosen
her
?
It
was
a
pity
he
had
not
had
Mrs
.
Ladislaw
,
whom
he
was
always
praising
and
placing
above
her
.
And
thus
the
conversation
ended
with
the
advantage
on
Rosamond
’
s
side
.
But
it
would
be
unjust
not
to
tell
,
that
she
never
uttered
a
word
in
depreciation
of
Dorothea
,
keeping
in
religious
remembrance
the
generosity
which
had
come
to
her
aid
in
the
sharpest
crisis
of
her
life
.
Dorothea
herself
had
no
dreams
of
being
praised
above
other
women
,
feeling
that
there
was
always
something
better
which
she
might
have
done
,
if
she
had
only
been
better
and
known
better
.
Still
,
she
never
repented
that
she
had
given
up
position
and
fortune
to
marry
Will
Ladislaw
,
and
he
would
have
held
it
the
greatest
shame
as
well
as
sorrow
to
him
if
she
had
repented
.
They
were
bound
to
each
other
by
a
love
stronger
than
any
impulses
which
could
have
marred
it
.
No
life
would
have
been
possible
to
Dorothea
which
was
not
filled
with
emotion
,
and
she
had
now
a
life
filled
also
with
a
beneficent
activity
which
she
had
not
the
doubtful
pains
of
discovering
and
marking
out
for
herself
.
Will
became
an
ardent
public
man
,
working
well
in
those
times
when
reforms
were
begun
with
a
young
hopefulness
of
immediate
good
which
has
been
much
checked
in
our
days
,
and
getting
at
last
returned
to
Parliament
by
a
constituency
who
paid
his
expenses
.
Dorothea
could
have
liked
nothing
better
,
since
wrongs
existed
,
than
that
her
husband
should
be
in
the
thick
of
a
struggle
against
them
,
and
that
she
should
give
him
wifely
help
.
Many
who
knew
her
,
thought
it
a
pity
that
so
substantive
and
rare
a
creature
should
have
been
absorbed
into
the
life
of
another
,
and
be
only
known
in
a
certain
circle
as
a
wife
and
mother
.
But
no
one
stated
exactly
what
else
that
was
in
her
power
she
ought
rather
to
have
done
—
not
even
Sir
James
Chettam
,
who
went
no
further
than
the
negative
prescription
that
she
ought
not
to
have
married
Will
Ladislaw
.
But
this
opinion
of
his
did
not
cause
a
lasting
alienation
;
and
the
way
in
which
the
family
was
made
whole
again
was
characteristic
of
all
concerned
.
Mr
.
Brooke
could
not
resist
the
pleasure
of
corresponding
with
Will
and
Dorothea
;
and
one
morning
when
his
pen
had
been
remarkably
fluent
on
the
prospects
of
Municipal
Reform
,
it
ran
off
into
an
invitation
to
the
Grange
,
which
,
once
written
,
could
not
be
done
away
with
at
less
cost
than
the
sacrifice
(
hardly
to
be
conceived
)
of
the
whole
valuable
letter
.
During
the
months
of
this
correspondence
Mr
.
Brooke
had
continually
,
in
his
talk
with
Sir
James
Chettam
,
been
presupposing
or
hinting
that
the
intention
of
cutting
off
the
entail
was
still
maintained
;
and
the
day
on
which
his
pen
gave
the
daring
invitation
,
he
went
to
Freshitt
expressly
to
intimate
that
he
had
a
stronger
sense
than
ever
of
the
reasons
for
taking
that
energetic
step
as
a
precaution
against
any
mixture
of
low
blood
in
the
heir
of
the
Brookes
.
But
that
morning
something
exciting
had
happened
at
the
Hall
.
A
letter
had
come
to
Celia
which
made
her
cry
silently
as
she
read
it
;
and
when
Sir
James
,
unused
to
see
her
in
tears
,
asked
anxiously
what
was
the
matter
,
she
burst
out
in
a
wail
such
as
he
had
never
heard
from
her
before
.
"
Dorothea
has
a
little
boy
.
And
you
will
not
let
me
go
and
see
her
.
And
I
am
sure
she
wants
to
see
me
.
And
she
will
not
know
what
to
do
with
the
baby
—
she
will
do
wrong
things
with
it
.
And
they
thought
she
would
die
.
It
is
very
dreadful
!
Suppose
it
had
been
me
and
little
Arthur
,
and
Dodo
had
been
hindered
from
coming
to
see
me
!
I
wish
you
would
be
less
unkind
,
James
!
"
"
Good
heavens
,
Celia
!
"
said
Sir
James
,
much
wrought
upon
,
"
what
do
you
wish
?
I
will
do
anything
you
like
.
I
will
take
you
to
town
to
-
morrow
if
you
wish
it
.
"
And
Celia
did
wish
it
.
