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For
the
first
time
since
Dorothea
had
known
him
,
Mr
.
Casaubon
’
s
face
had
a
quick
angry
flush
upon
it
.
"
My
love
,
"
he
said
,
with
irritation
reined
in
by
propriety
,
"
you
may
rely
upon
me
for
knowing
the
times
and
the
seasons
,
adapted
to
the
different
stages
of
a
work
which
is
not
to
be
measured
by
the
facile
conjectures
of
ignorant
onlookers
.
It
had
been
easy
for
me
to
gain
a
temporary
effect
by
a
mirage
of
baseless
opinion
;
but
it
is
ever
the
trial
of
the
scrupulous
explorer
to
be
saluted
with
the
impatient
scorn
of
chatterers
who
attempt
only
the
smallest
achievements
,
being
indeed
equipped
for
no
other
.
And
it
were
well
if
all
such
could
be
admonished
to
discriminate
judgments
of
which
the
true
subject
-
matter
lies
entirely
beyond
their
reach
,
from
those
of
which
the
elements
may
be
compassed
by
a
narrow
and
superficial
survey
.
"
This
speech
was
delivered
with
an
energy
and
readiness
quite
unusual
with
Mr
.
Casaubon
.
It
was
not
indeed
entirely
an
improvisation
,
but
had
taken
shape
in
inward
colloquy
,
and
rushed
out
like
the
round
grains
from
a
fruit
when
sudden
heat
cracks
it
.
Dorothea
was
not
only
his
wife
:
she
was
a
personification
of
that
shallow
world
which
surrounds
the
appreciated
or
desponding
author
.
Dorothea
was
indignant
in
her
turn
.
Had
she
not
been
repressing
everything
in
herself
except
the
desire
to
enter
into
some
fellowship
with
her
husband
’
s
chief
interests
?
"
My
judgment
WAS
a
very
superficial
one
—
such
as
I
am
capable
of
forming
,
"
she
answered
,
with
a
prompt
resentment
,
that
needed
no
rehearsal
.
"
You
showed
me
the
rows
of
notebooks
—
you
have
often
spoken
of
them
—
you
have
often
said
that
they
wanted
digesting
.
But
I
never
heard
you
speak
of
the
writing
that
is
to
be
published
.
Those
were
very
simple
facts
,
and
my
judgment
went
no
farther
.
I
only
begged
you
to
let
me
be
of
some
good
to
you
.
"
Dorothea
rose
to
leave
the
table
and
Mr
.
Casaubon
made
no
reply
,
taking
up
a
letter
which
lay
beside
him
as
if
to
reperuse
it
.
Both
were
shocked
at
their
mutual
situation
—
that
each
should
have
betrayed
anger
towards
the
other
.
If
they
had
been
at
home
,
settled
at
Lowick
in
ordinary
life
among
their
neighbors
,
the
clash
would
have
been
less
embarrassing
:
but
on
a
wedding
journey
,
the
express
object
of
which
is
to
isolate
two
people
on
the
ground
that
they
are
all
the
world
to
each
other
,
the
sense
of
disagreement
is
,
to
say
the
least
,
confounding
and
stultifying
.
To
have
changed
your
longitude
extensively
and
placed
yourselves
in
a
moral
solitude
in
order
to
have
small
explosions
,
to
find
conversation
difficult
and
to
hand
a
glass
of
water
without
looking
,
can
hardly
be
regarded
as
satisfactory
fulfilment
even
to
the
toughest
minds
.
To
Dorothea
’
s
inexperienced
sensitiveness
,
it
seemed
like
a
catastrophe
,
changing
all
prospects
;
and
to
Mr
.
Casaubon
it
was
a
new
pain
,
he
never
having
been
on
a
wedding
journey
before
,
or
found
himself
in
that
close
union
which
was
more
of
a
subjection
than
he
had
been
able
to
imagine
,
since
this
charming
young
bride
not
only
obliged
him
to
much
consideration
on
her
behalf
(
which
he
had
sedulously
given
)
,
but
turned
out
to
be
capable
of
agitating
him
cruelly
just
where
he
most
needed
soothing
.
Instead
of
getting
a
soft
fence
against
the
cold
,
shadowy
,
unapplausive
audience
of
his
life
,
had
he
only
given
it
a
more
substantial
presence
?
Neither
of
them
felt
it
possible
to
speak
again
at
present
.
To
have
reversed
a
previous
arrangement
and
declined
to
go
out
would
have
been
a
show
of
persistent
anger
which
Dorothea
’
s
conscience
shrank
from
,
seeing
that
she
already
began
to
feel
herself
guilty
.
However
just
her
indignation
might
be
,
her
ideal
was
not
to
claim
justice
,
but
to
give
tenderness
.
So
when
the
carriage
came
to
the
door
,
she
drove
with
Mr
.
Casaubon
to
the
Vatican
,
walked
with
him
through
the
stony
avenue
of
inscriptions
,
and
when
she
parted
with
him
at
the
entrance
to
the
Library
,
went
on
through
the
Museum
out
of
mere
listlessness
as
to
what
was
around
her
.
She
had
not
spirit
to
turn
round
and
say
that
she
would
drive
anywhere
.
It
was
when
Mr
.
Casaubon
was
quitting
her
that
Naumann
had
first
seen
her
,
and
he
had
entered
the
long
gallery
of
sculpture
at
the
same
time
with
her
;
but
here
Naumann
had
to
await
Ladislaw
with
whom
he
was
to
settle
a
bet
of
champagne
about
an
enigmatical
mediaeval
-
looking
figure
there
After
they
had
examined
the
figure
,
and
had
walked
on
finishing
their
dispute
,
they
had
parted
,
Ladislaw
lingering
behind
while
Naumann
had
gone
into
the
Hall
of
Statues
where
he
again
saw
Dorothea
,
and
saw
her
in
that
brooding
abstraction
which
made
her
pose
remarkable
.
She
did
not
really
see
the
streak
of
sunlight
on
the
floor
more
than
she
saw
the
statues
:
she
was
inwardly
seeing
the
light
of
years
to
come
in
her
own
home
and
over
the
English
fields
and
elms
and
hedge
-
bordered
highroads
;
and
feeling
that
the
way
in
which
they
might
be
filled
with
joyful
devotedness
was
not
so
clear
to
her
as
it
had
been
.
But
in
Dorothea
’
s
mind
there
was
a
current
into
which
all
thought
and
feeling
were
apt
sooner
or
later
to
flow
—
the
reaching
forward
of
the
whole
consciousness
towards
the
fullest
truth
,
the
least
partial
good
.
There
was
clearly
something
better
than
anger
and
despondency
.
