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In
his
interviews
with
Georgiana
,
Aylmer
generally
made
minute
inquiries
as
to
her
sensations
and
whether
the
confinement
of
the
rooms
and
the
temperature
of
the
atmosphere
agreed
with
her
.
These
questions
had
such
a
particular
drift
that
Georgiana
began
to
conjecture
that
she
was
already
subjected
to
certain
physical
influences
,
either
breathed
in
with
the
fragrant
air
or
taken
with
her
food
.
She
fancied
likewise
,
but
it
might
be
altogether
fancy
,
that
there
was
a
stirring
up
of
her
system
—
a
strange
,
indefinite
sensation
creeping
through
her
veins
,
and
tingling
,
half
painfully
,
half
pleasurably
,
at
her
heart
.
Still
,
whenever
she
dared
to
look
into
the
mirror
,
there
she
beheld
herself
pale
as
a
white
rose
and
with
the
crimson
birthmark
stamped
upon
her
cheek
.
Not
even
Aylmer
now
hated
it
so
much
as
she
.
To
dispel
the
tedium
of
the
hours
which
her
husband
found
it
necessary
to
devote
to
the
processes
of
combination
and
analysis
,
Georgiana
turned
over
the
volumes
of
his
scientific
library
.
In
many
dark
old
tomes
she
met
with
chapters
full
of
romance
and
poetry
.
They
were
the
works
of
philosophers
of
the
middle
ages
,
such
as
Albertus
Magnus
,
Cornelius
Agrippa
,
Paracelsus
,
and
the
famous
friar
who
created
the
prophetic
Brazen
Head
.
All
these
antique
naturalists
stood
in
advance
of
their
centuries
,
yet
were
imbued
with
some
of
their
credulity
,
and
therefore
were
believed
,
and
perhaps
imagined
themselves
to
have
acquired
from
the
investigation
of
Nature
a
power
above
Nature
,
and
from
physics
a
sway
over
the
spiritual
world
.
Hardly
less
curious
and
imaginative
were
the
early
volumes
of
the
Transactions
of
the
Royal
Society
,
in
which
the
members
,
knowing
little
of
the
limits
of
natural
possibility
,
were
continually
recording
wonders
or
proposing
methods
whereby
wonders
might
be
wrought
.
But
to
Georgiana
the
most
engrossing
volume
was
a
large
folio
from
her
husband
’
s
own
hand
,
in
which
he
had
recorded
every
experiment
of
his
scientific
career
,
its
original
aim
,
the
methods
adopted
for
its
development
,
and
its
final
success
or
failure
,
with
the
circumstances
to
which
either
event
was
attributable
.
The
book
,
in
truth
,
was
both
the
history
and
emblem
of
his
ardent
,
ambitious
,
imaginative
,
yet
practical
and
laborious
life
.
He
handled
physical
details
as
if
there
were
nothing
beyond
them
;
yet
spiritualized
them
all
,
and
redeemed
himself
from
materialism
by
his
strong
and
eager
aspiration
towards
the
infinite
.
In
his
grasp
the
veriest
clod
of
earth
assumed
a
soul
.
Georgiana
,
as
she
read
,
reverenced
Aylmer
and
loved
him
more
profoundly
than
ever
,
but
with
a
less
entire
dependence
on
his
judgment
than
heretofore
.
Much
as
he
had
accomplished
,
she
could
not
but
observe
that
his
most
splendid
successes
were
almost
invariably
failures
,
if
compared
with
the
ideal
at
which
he
aimed
.
His
brightest
diamonds
were
the
merest
pebbles
,
and
felt
to
be
so
by
himself
,
in
comparison
with
the
inestimable
gems
which
lay
hidden
beyond
his
reach
.
The
volume
,
rich
with
achievements
that
had
won
renown
for
its
author
,
was
yet
as
melancholy
a
record
as
ever
mortal
hand
had
penned
.
It
was
the
sad
confession
and
continual
exemplification
of
the
shortcomings
of
the
composite
man
,
the
spirit
burdened
with
clay
and
working
in
matter
,
and
of
the
despair
that
assails
the
higher
nature
at
finding
itself
so
miserably
thwarted
by
the
earthly
part
.
Perhaps
every
man
of
genius
in
whatever
sphere
might
recognize
the
image
of
his
own
experience
in
Aylmer
’
s
journal
.
So
deeply
did
these
reflections
affect
Georgiana
that
she
laid
her
face
upon
the
open
volume
and
burst
into
tears
.
In
this
situation
she
was
found
by
her
husband
.
"
It
is
dangerous
to
read
in
a
sorcerer
’
s
books
,
"
said
he
with
a
smile
,
though
his
countenance
was
uneasy
and
displeased
.
"
Georgiana
,
there
are
pages
in
that
volume
which
I
can
scarcely
glance
over
and
keep
my
senses
.
Take
heed
lest
it
prove
as
detrimental
to
you
.
"
"
It
has
made
me
worship
you
more
than
ever
,
"
said
she
.
"
Ah
,
wait
for
this
one
success
,
"
rejoined
he
,
"
then
worship
me
if
you
will
.
I
shall
deem
myself
hardly
unworthy
of
it
.
But
come
,
I
have
sought
you
for
the
luxury
of
your
voice
.
Sing
to
me
,
dearest
.
"
So
she
poured
out
the
liquid
music
of
her
voice
to
quench
the
thirst
of
his
spirit
.
He
then
took
his
leave
with
a
boyish
exuberance
of
gayety
,
assuring
her
that
her
seclusion
would
endure
but
a
little
longer
,
and
that
the
result
was
already
certain
.
