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Forms
both
pale
and
glowing
took
possession
of
her
young
sense
,
and
fixed
themselves
in
her
memory
even
when
she
was
not
thinking
of
them
,
preparing
strange
associations
which
remained
through
her
after
-
years
.
Our
moods
are
apt
to
bring
with
them
images
which
succeed
each
other
like
the
magic
-
lantern
pictures
of
a
doze
;
and
in
certain
states
of
dull
forlornness
Dorothea
all
her
life
continued
to
see
the
vastness
of
St
.
Peter
’
s
,
the
huge
bronze
canopy
,
the
excited
intention
in
the
attitudes
and
garments
of
the
prophets
and
evangelists
in
the
mosaics
above
,
and
the
red
drapery
which
was
being
hung
for
Christmas
spreading
itself
everywhere
like
a
disease
of
the
retina
.
Not
that
this
inward
amazement
of
Dorothea
’
s
was
anything
very
exceptional
:
many
souls
in
their
young
nudity
are
tumbled
out
among
incongruities
and
left
to
"
find
their
feet
"
among
them
,
while
their
elders
go
about
their
business
.
Nor
can
I
suppose
that
when
Mrs
.
Casaubon
is
discovered
in
a
fit
of
weeping
six
weeks
after
her
wedding
,
the
situation
will
be
regarded
as
tragic
.
Some
discouragement
,
some
faintness
of
heart
at
the
new
real
future
which
replaces
the
imaginary
,
is
not
unusual
,
and
we
do
not
expect
people
to
be
deeply
moved
by
what
is
not
unusual
.
That
element
of
tragedy
which
lies
in
the
very
fact
of
frequency
,
has
not
yet
wrought
itself
into
the
coarse
emotion
of
mankind
;
and
perhaps
our
frames
could
hardly
bear
much
of
it
.
If
we
had
a
keen
vision
and
feeling
of
all
ordinary
human
life
,
it
would
be
like
hearing
the
grass
grow
and
the
squirrel
’
s
heart
beat
,
and
we
should
die
of
that
roar
which
lies
on
the
other
side
of
silence
.
As
it
is
,
the
quickest
of
us
walk
about
well
wadded
with
stupidity
.
However
,
Dorothea
was
crying
,
and
if
she
had
been
required
to
state
the
cause
,
she
could
only
have
done
so
in
some
such
general
words
as
I
have
already
used
:
to
have
been
driven
to
be
more
particular
would
have
been
like
trying
to
give
a
history
of
the
lights
and
shadows
,
for
that
new
real
future
which
was
replacing
the
imaginary
drew
its
material
from
the
endless
minutiae
by
which
her
view
of
Mr
.
Casaubon
and
her
wifely
relation
,
now
that
she
was
married
to
him
,
was
gradually
changing
with
the
secret
motion
of
a
watch
-
hand
from
what
it
had
been
in
her
maiden
dream
.
It
was
too
early
yet
for
her
fully
to
recognize
or
at
least
admit
the
change
,
still
more
for
her
to
have
readjusted
that
devotedness
which
was
so
necessary
a
part
of
her
mental
life
that
she
was
almost
sure
sooner
or
later
to
recover
it
.
Permanent
rebellion
,
the
disorder
of
a
life
without
some
loving
reverent
resolve
,
was
not
possible
to
her
;
but
she
was
now
in
an
interval
when
the
very
force
of
her
nature
heightened
its
confusion
.
In
this
way
,
the
early
months
of
marriage
often
are
times
of
critical
tumult
—
whether
that
of
a
shrimp
-
pool
or
of
deeper
waters
—
which
afterwards
subsides
into
cheerful
peace
.
But
was
not
Mr
.
Casaubon
just
as
learned
as
before
?
Had
his
forms
of
expression
changed
,
or
his
sentiments
become
less
laudable
?
Oh
waywardness
of
womanhood
!
did
his
chronology
fail
him
,
or
his
ability
to
state
not
only
a
theory
but
the
names
of
those
who
held
it
;
or
his
provision
for
giving
the
heads
of
any
subject
on
demand
?
And
was
not
Rome
the
place
in
all
the
world
to
give
free
play
to
such
accomplishments
?
Besides
,
had
not
Dorothea
’
s
enthusiasm
especially
dwelt
on
the
prospect
of
relieving
the
weight
and
perhaps
the
sadness
with
which
great
tasks
lie
on
him
who
has
to
achieve
them
?
—
And
that
such
weight
pressed
on
Mr
.
Casaubon
was
only
plainer
than
before
.
All
these
are
crushing
questions
;
but
whatever
else
remained
the
same
,
the
light
had
changed
,
and
you
cannot
find
the
pearly
dawn
at
noonday
.
The
fact
is
unalterable
,
that
a
fellow
-
mortal
with
whose
nature
you
are
acquainted
solely
through
the
brief
entrances
and
exits
of
a
few
imaginative
weeks
called
courtship
,
may
,
when
seen
in
the
continuity
of
married
companionship
,
be
disclosed
as
something
better
or
worse
than
what
you
have
preconceived
,
but
will
certainly
not
appear
altogether
the
same
.
And
it
would
be
astonishing
to
find
how
soon
the
change
is
felt
if
we
had
no
kindred
changes
to
compare
with
it
.
To
share
lodgings
with
a
brilliant
dinner
-
companion
,
or
to
see
your
favorite
politician
in
the
Ministry
,
may
bring
about
changes
quite
as
rapid
:
in
these
cases
too
we
begin
by
knowing
little
and
believing
much
,
and
we
sometimes
end
by
inverting
the
quantities
.
Still
,
such
comparisons
might
mislead
,
for
no
man
was
more
incapable
of
flashy
make
-
believe
than
Mr
.
Casaubon
:
he
was
as
genuine
a
character
as
any
ruminant
animal
,
and
he
had
not
actively
assisted
in
creating
any
illusions
about
himself
.
How
was
it
that
in
the
weeks
since
her
marriage
,
Dorothea
had
not
distinctly
observed
but
felt
with
a
stifling
depression
,
that
the
large
vistas
and
wide
fresh
air
which
she
had
dreamed
of
finding
in
her
husband
’
s
mind
were
replaced
by
anterooms
and
winding
passages
which
seemed
to
lead
nowhither
?
I
suppose
it
was
that
in
courtship
everything
is
regarded
as
provisional
and
preliminary
,
and
the
smallest
sample
of
virtue
or
accomplishment
is
taken
to
guarantee
delightful
stores
which
the
broad
leisure
of
marriage
will
reveal
.
But
the
door
-
sill
of
marriage
once
crossed
,
expectation
is
concentrated
on
the
present
.
Having
once
embarked
on
your
marital
voyage
,
it
is
impossible
not
to
be
aware
that
you
make
no
way
and
that
the
sea
is
not
within
sight
—
that
,
in
fact
,
you
are
exploring
an
enclosed
basin
.
In
their
conversation
before
marriage
,
Mr
.
Casaubon
had
often
dwelt
on
some
explanation
or
questionable
detail
of
which
Dorothea
did
not
see
the
bearing
;
but
such
imperfect
coherence
seemed
due
to
the
brokenness
of
their
intercourse
,
and
,
supported
by
her
faith
in
their
future
,
she
had
listened
with
fervid
patience
to
a
recitation
of
possible
arguments
to
be
brought
against
Mr
.
Casaubon
’
s
entirely
new
view
of
the
Philistine
god
Dagon
and
other
fish
-
deities
,
thinking
that
hereafter
she
should
see
this
subject
which
touched
him
so
nearly
from
the
same
high
ground
whence
doubtless
it
had
become
so
important
to
him
.
Again
,
the
matter
-
of
-
course
statement
and
tone
of
dismissal
with
which
he
treated
what
to
her
were
the
most
stirring
thoughts
,
was
easily
accounted
for
as
belonging
to
the
sense
of
haste
and
preoccupation
in
which
she
herself
shared
during
their
engagement
.
But
now
,
since
they
had
been
in
Rome
,
with
all
the
depths
of
her
emotion
roused
to
tumultuous
activity
,
and
with
life
made
a
new
problem
by
new
elements
,
she
had
been
becoming
more
and
more
aware
,
with
a
certain
terror
,
that
her
mind
was
continually
sliding
into
inward
fits
of
anger
and
repulsion
,
or
else
into
forlorn
weariness
.
How
far
the
judicious
Hooker
or
any
other
hero
of
erudition
would
have
been
the
same
at
Mr
.
Casaubon
’
s
time
of
life
,
she
had
no
means
of
knowing
,
so
that
he
could
not
have
the
advantage
of
comparison
;
but
her
husband
’
s
way
of
commenting
on
the
strangely
impressive
objects
around
them
had
begun
to
affect
her
with
a
sort
of
mental
shiver
:
he
had
perhaps
the
best
intention
of
acquitting
himself
worthily
,
but
only
of
acquitting
himself
.
What
was
fresh
to
her
mind
was
worn
out
to
his
;
and
such
capacity
of
thought
and
feeling
as
had
ever
been
stimulated
in
him
by
the
general
life
of
mankind
had
long
shrunk
to
a
sort
of
dried
preparation
,
a
lifeless
embalmment
of
knowledge
.
