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His
dull
expectation
of
the
usual
disagreeable
routine
with
an
aged
patient
—
who
can
hardly
believe
that
medicine
would
not
"
set
him
up
"
if
the
doctor
were
only
clever
enough
—
added
to
his
general
disbelief
in
Middlemarch
charms
,
made
a
doubly
effective
background
to
this
vision
of
Rosamond
,
whom
old
Featherstone
made
haste
ostentatiously
to
introduce
as
his
niece
,
though
he
had
never
thought
it
worth
while
to
speak
of
Mary
Garth
in
that
light
.
Nothing
escaped
Lydgate
in
Rosamond
’
s
graceful
behavior
:
how
delicately
she
waived
the
notice
which
the
old
man
’
s
want
of
taste
had
thrust
upon
her
by
a
quiet
gravity
,
not
showing
her
dimples
on
the
wrong
occasion
,
but
showing
them
afterwards
in
speaking
to
Mary
,
to
whom
she
addressed
herself
with
so
much
good
-
natured
interest
,
that
Lydgate
,
after
quickly
examining
Mary
more
fully
than
he
had
done
before
,
saw
an
adorable
kindness
in
Rosamond
’
s
eyes
.
But
Mary
from
some
cause
looked
rather
out
of
temper
.
"
Miss
Rosy
has
been
singing
me
a
song
—
you
’
ve
nothing
to
say
against
that
,
eh
,
doctor
?
"
said
Mr
.
Featherstone
.
"
I
like
it
better
than
your
physic
.
"
"
That
has
made
me
forget
how
the
time
was
going
,
"
said
Rosamond
,
rising
to
reach
her
hat
,
which
she
had
laid
aside
before
singing
,
so
that
her
flower
-
like
head
on
its
white
stem
was
seen
in
perfection
above
-
her
riding
-
habit
.
"
Fred
,
we
must
really
go
.
"
"
Very
good
,
"
said
Fred
,
who
had
his
own
reasons
for
not
being
in
the
best
spirits
,
and
wanted
to
get
away
.
"
Miss
Vincy
is
a
musician
?
"
said
Lydgate
,
following
her
with
his
eyes
.
(
Every
nerve
and
muscle
in
Rosamond
was
adjusted
to
the
consciousness
that
she
was
being
looked
at
.
She
was
by
nature
an
actress
of
parts
that
entered
into
her
physique
:
she
even
acted
her
own
character
,
and
so
well
,
that
she
did
not
know
it
to
be
precisely
her
own
.
)
"
The
best
in
Middlemarch
,
I
’
ll
be
bound
,
"
said
Mr
.
Featherstone
,
"
let
the
next
be
who
she
will
.
Eh
,
Fred
?
Speak
up
for
your
sister
.
"
"
I
’
m
afraid
I
’
m
out
of
court
,
sir
.
My
evidence
would
be
good
for
nothing
.
"
"
Middlemarch
has
not
a
very
high
standard
,
uncle
,
"
said
Rosamond
,
with
a
pretty
lightness
,
going
towards
her
whip
,
which
lay
at
a
distance
.
