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"
Now
then
,
Rosy
!
"
said
Fred
,
springing
from
the
stool
and
twisting
it
upward
for
her
,
with
a
hearty
expectation
of
enjoyment
.
"
Some
good
rousing
tunes
first
.
"
Rosamond
played
admirably
.
Her
master
at
Mrs
.
Lemon
’
s
school
(
close
to
a
county
town
with
a
memorable
history
that
had
its
relics
in
church
and
castle
)
was
one
of
those
excellent
musicians
here
and
there
to
be
found
in
our
provinces
,
worthy
to
compare
with
many
a
noted
Kapellmeister
in
a
country
which
offers
more
plentiful
conditions
of
musical
celebrity
.
Rosamond
,
with
the
executant
’
s
instinct
,
had
seized
his
manner
of
playing
,
and
gave
forth
his
large
rendering
of
noble
music
with
the
precision
of
an
echo
.
It
was
almost
startling
,
heard
for
the
first
time
.
A
hidden
soul
seemed
to
be
flowing
forth
from
Rosamond
’
s
fingers
;
and
so
indeed
it
was
,
since
souls
live
on
in
perpetual
echoes
,
and
to
all
fine
expression
there
goes
somewhere
an
originating
activity
,
if
it
be
only
that
of
an
interpreter
.
Lydgate
was
taken
possession
of
,
and
began
to
believe
in
her
as
something
exceptional
.
After
all
,
he
thought
,
one
need
not
be
surprised
to
find
the
rare
conjunctions
of
nature
under
circumstances
apparently
unfavorable
:
come
where
they
may
,
they
always
depend
on
conditions
that
are
not
obvious
.
He
sat
looking
at
her
,
and
did
not
rise
to
pay
her
any
compliments
,
leaving
that
to
others
,
now
that
his
admiration
was
deepened
.
Her
singing
was
less
remarkable
?
but
also
well
trained
,
and
sweet
to
hear
as
a
chime
perfectly
in
tune
.
It
is
true
she
sang
"
Meet
me
by
moonlight
,
"
and
"
I
’
ve
been
roaming
;
"
for
mortals
must
share
the
fashions
of
their
time
,
and
none
but
the
ancients
can
be
always
classical
.
But
Rosamond
could
also
sing
"
Black
-
eyed
Susan
"
with
effect
,
or
Haydn
’
s
canzonets
,
or
"
Voi
,
che
sapete
,
"
or
"
Batti
,
batti
"
—
she
only
wanted
to
know
what
her
audience
liked
.
Her
father
looked
round
at
the
company
,
delighting
in
their
admiration
.
Her
mother
sat
,
like
a
Niobe
before
her
troubles
,
with
her
youngest
little
girl
on
her
lap
,
softly
beating
the
child
’
s
hand
up
and
down
in
time
to
the
music
.
And
Fred
,
notwithstanding
his
general
scepticism
about
Rosy
,
listened
to
her
music
with
perfect
allegiance
,
wishing
he
could
do
the
same
thing
on
his
flute
.
It
was
the
pleasantest
family
party
that
Lydgate
had
seen
since
he
came
to
Middlemarch
.
The
Vincys
had
the
readiness
to
enjoy
,
the
rejection
of
all
anxiety
,
and
the
belief
in
life
as
a
merry
lot
,
which
made
a
house
exceptional
in
most
county
towns
at
that
time
,
when
Evangelicalism
had
east
a
certain
suspicion
as
of
plague
-
infection
over
the
few
amusements
which
survived
in
the
provinces
.
At
the
Vincys
’
there
was
always
whist
,
and
the
card
-
tables
stood
ready
now
,
making
some
of
the
company
secretly
impatient
of
the
music
.
Before
it
ceased
Mr
.
Farebrother
came
in
—
a
handsome
,
broad
-
chested
but
otherwise
small
man
,
about
forty
,
whose
black
was
very
threadbare
:
the
brilliancy
was
all
in
his
quick
gray
eyes
.
He
came
like
a
pleasant
change
in
the
light
,
arresting
little
Louisa
with
fatherly
nonsense
as
she
was
being
led
out
of
the
room
by
Miss
Morgan
,
greeting
everybody
with
some
special
word
,
and
seeming
to
condense
more
talk
into
ten
minutes
than
had
been
held
all
through
the
evening
.
He
claimed
from
Lydgate
the
fulfilment
of
a
promise
to
come
and
see
him
.
"
I
can
’
t
let
you
off
,
you
know
,
because
I
have
some
beetles
to
show
you
.
We
collectors
feel
an
interest
in
every
new
man
till
he
has
seen
all
we
have
to
show
him
.
"
But
soon
he
swerved
to
the
whist
-
table
,
rubbing
his
hands
and
saying
,
"
Come
now
,
let
us
be
serious
!
Mr
.
Lydgate
?
not
play
?
Ah
!
you
are
too
young
and
light
for
this
kind
of
thing
.
"
Lydgate
said
to
himself
that
the
clergyman
whose
abilities
were
so
painful
to
Mr
.
Bulstrode
,
appeared
to
have
found
an
agreeable
resort
in
this
certainly
not
erudite
household
.
He
could
half
understand
it
:
the
good
-
humor
,
the
good
looks
of
elder
and
younger
,
and
the
provision
for
passing
the
time
without
any
labor
of
intelligence
,
might
make
the
house
beguiling
to
people
who
had
no
particular
use
for
their
odd
hours
.
Everything
looked
blooming
and
joyous
except
Miss
Morgan
,
who
was
brown
,
dull
,
and
resigned
,
and
altogether
,
as
Mrs
.
Vincy
often
said
,
just
the
sort
of
person
for
a
governess
.
Lydgate
did
not
mean
to
pay
many
such
visits
himself
.
They
were
a
wretched
waste
of
the
evenings
;
and
now
,
when
he
had
talked
a
little
more
to
Rosamond
,
he
meant
to
excuse
himself
and
go
.
