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Lydgate
was
quick
in
anticipating
her
.
He
reached
the
whip
before
she
did
,
and
turned
to
present
it
to
her
.
She
bowed
and
looked
at
him
:
he
of
course
was
looking
at
her
,
and
their
eyes
met
with
that
peculiar
meeting
which
is
never
arrived
at
by
effort
,
but
seems
like
a
sudden
divine
clearance
of
haze
.
I
think
Lydgate
turned
a
little
paler
than
usual
,
but
Rosamond
blushed
deeply
and
felt
a
certain
astonishment
.
After
that
,
she
was
really
anxious
to
go
,
and
did
not
know
what
sort
of
stupidity
her
uncle
was
talking
of
when
she
went
to
shake
hands
with
him
.
Yet
this
result
,
which
she
took
to
be
a
mutual
impression
,
called
falling
in
love
,
was
just
what
Rosamond
had
contemplated
beforehand
.
Ever
since
that
important
new
arrival
in
Middlemarch
she
had
woven
a
little
future
,
of
which
something
like
this
scene
was
the
necessary
beginning
.
Strangers
,
whether
wrecked
and
clinging
to
a
raft
,
or
duly
escorted
and
accompanied
by
portmanteaus
,
have
always
had
a
circumstantial
fascination
for
the
virgin
mind
,
against
which
native
merit
has
urged
itself
in
vain
.
And
a
stranger
was
absolutely
necessary
to
Rosamond
’
s
social
romance
,
which
had
always
turned
on
a
lover
and
bridegroom
who
was
not
a
Middlemarcher
,
and
who
had
no
connections
at
all
like
her
own
:
of
late
,
indeed
,
the
construction
seemed
to
demand
that
he
should
somehow
be
related
to
a
baronet
.
Now
that
she
and
the
stranger
had
met
,
reality
proved
much
more
moving
than
anticipation
,
and
Rosamond
could
not
doubt
that
this
was
the
great
epoch
of
her
life
.
She
judged
of
her
own
symptoms
as
those
of
awakening
love
,
and
she
held
it
still
more
natural
that
Mr
.
Lydgate
should
have
fallen
in
love
at
first
sight
of
her
.
These
things
happened
so
often
at
balls
,
and
why
not
by
the
morning
light
,
when
the
complexion
showed
all
the
better
for
it
?
Rosamond
,
though
no
older
than
Mary
,
was
rather
used
to
being
fallen
in
love
with
;
but
she
,
for
her
part
,
had
remained
indifferent
and
fastidiously
critical
towards
both
fresh
sprig
and
faded
bachelor
.
And
here
was
Mr
.
Lydgate
suddenly
corresponding
to
her
ideal
,
being
altogether
foreign
to
Middlemarch
,
carrying
a
certain
air
of
distinction
congruous
with
good
family
,
and
possessing
connections
which
offered
vistas
of
that
middle
-
class
heaven
,
rank
:
a
man
of
talent
,
also
,
whom
it
would
be
especially
delightful
to
enslave
:
in
fact
,
a
man
who
had
touched
her
nature
quite
newly
,
and
brought
a
vivid
interest
into
her
life
which
was
better
than
any
fancied
"
might
-
be
"
such
as
she
was
in
the
habit
of
opposing
to
the
actual
.
Thus
,
in
riding
home
,
both
the
brother
and
the
sister
were
preoccupied
and
inclined
to
be
silent
.
Rosamond
,
whose
basis
for
her
structure
had
the
usual
airy
slightness
,
was
of
remarkably
detailed
and
realistic
imagination
when
the
foundation
had
been
once
presupposed
;
and
before
they
had
ridden
a
mile
she
was
far
on
in
the
costume
and
introductions
of
her
wedded
life
,
having
determined
on
her
house
in
Middle
-
march
,
and
foreseen
the
visits
she
would
pay
to
her
husband
’
s
high
-
bred
relatives
at
a
distance
,
whose
finished
manners
she
could
appropriate
as
thoroughly
as
she
had
done
her
school
accomplishments
,
preparing
herself
thus
for
vaguer
elevations
which
might
ultimately
come
.
There
was
nothing
financial
,
still
less
sordid
,
in
her
previsions
:
she
cared
about
what
were
considered
refinements
,
and
not
about
the
money
that
was
to
pay
for
them
.
Fred
’
s
mind
,
on
the
other
hand
,
was
busy
with
an
anxiety
which
even
his
ready
hopefulness
could
not
immediately
quell
.
He
saw
no
way
of
eluding
Featherstone
’
s
stupid
demand
without
incurring
consequences
which
he
liked
less
even
than
the
task
of
fulfilling
it
.
His
father
was
already
out
of
humor
with
him
,
and
would
be
still
more
so
if
he
were
the
occasion
of
any
additional
coolness
between
his
own
family
and
the
Bulstrodes
.
Then
,
he
himself
hated
having
to
go
and
speak
to
his
uncle
Bulstrode
,
and
perhaps
after
drinking
wine
he
had
said
many
foolish
things
about
Featherstone
’
s
property
,
and
these
had
been
magnified
by
report
.
Fred
felt
that
he
made
a
wretched
figure
as
a
fellow
who
bragged
about
expectations
from
a
queer
old
miser
like
Featherstone
,
and
went
to
beg
for
certificates
at
his
bidding
.
But
—
those
expectations
!
He
really
had
them
,
and
he
saw
no
agreeable
alternative
if
he
gave
them
up
;
besides
,
he
had
lately
made
a
debt
which
galled
him
extremely
,
and
old
Featherstone
had
almost
bargained
to
pay
it
off
.
The
whole
affair
was
miserably
small
:
his
debts
were
small
,
even
his
expectations
were
not
anything
so
very
magnificent
.
Fred
had
known
men
to
whom
he
would
have
been
ashamed
of
confessing
the
smallness
of
his
scrapes
.
Such
ruminations
naturally
produced
a
streak
of
misanthropic
bitterness
.
To
be
born
the
son
of
a
Middlemarch
manufacturer
,
and
inevitable
heir
to
nothing
in
particular
,
while
such
men
as
Mainwaring
and
Vyan
—
certainly
life
was
a
poor
business
,
when
a
spirited
young
fellow
,
with
a
good
appetite
for
the
best
of
everything
,
had
so
poor
an
outlook
.
It
had
not
occurred
to
Fred
that
the
introduction
of
Bulstrode
’
s
name
in
the
matter
was
a
fiction
of
old
Featherstone
’
s
;
nor
could
this
have
made
any
difference
to
his
position
.
He
saw
plainly
enough
that
the
old
man
wanted
to
exercise
his
power
by
tormenting
him
a
little
,
and
also
probably
to
get
some
satisfaction
out
of
seeing
him
on
unpleasant
terms
with
Bulstrode
.
Fred
fancied
that
he
saw
to
the
bottom
of
his
uncle
Featherstone
’
s
soul
,
though
in
reality
half
what
he
saw
there
was
no
more
than
the
reflex
of
his
own
inclinations
.
The
difficult
task
of
knowing
another
soul
is
not
for
young
gentlemen
whose
consciousness
is
chiefly
made
up
of
their
own
wishes
.
Fred
’
s
main
point
of
debate
with
himself
was
,
whether
he
should
tell
his
father
,
or
try
to
get
through
the
affair
without
his
father
’
s
knowledge
.
It
was
probably
Mrs
.
Waule
who
had
been
talking
about
him
;
and
if
Mary
Garth
had
repeated
Mrs
.
Waule
’
s
report
to
Rosamond
,
it
would
be
sure
to
reach
his
father
,
who
would
as
surely
question
him
about
it
.
He
said
to
Rosamond
,
as
they
slackened
their
pace
—
"
Rosy
,
did
Mary
tell
you
that
Mrs
.
Waule
had
said
anything
about
me
?
"
