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"
Yes
,
at
some
stages
,
"
said
Lydgate
,
lifting
his
brows
and
smiling
,
while
he
began
to
arrange
his
microscope
.
"
But
a
better
order
will
begin
after
.
"
"
Soon
?
"
said
the
Vicar
.
"
I
hope
so
,
really
.
This
unsettled
state
of
affairs
uses
up
the
time
,
and
when
one
has
notions
in
science
,
every
moment
is
an
opportunity
.
I
feel
sure
that
marriage
must
be
the
best
thing
for
a
man
who
wants
to
work
steadily
.
He
has
everything
at
home
then
—
no
teasing
with
personal
speculations
—
he
can
get
calmness
and
freedom
.
"
"
You
are
an
enviable
dog
,
"
said
the
Vicar
,
"
to
have
such
a
prospect
—
Rosamond
,
calmness
and
freedom
,
all
to
your
share
.
Here
am
I
with
nothing
but
my
pipe
and
pond
-
animalcules
.
Now
,
are
you
ready
?
"
Lydgate
did
not
mention
to
the
Vicar
another
reason
he
had
for
wishing
to
shorten
the
period
of
courtship
.
It
was
rather
irritating
to
him
,
even
with
the
wine
of
love
in
his
veins
,
to
be
obliged
to
mingle
so
often
with
the
family
party
at
the
Vincys
’
,
and
to
enter
so
much
into
Middlemarch
gossip
,
protracted
good
cheer
,
whist
-
playing
,
and
general
futility
.
He
had
to
be
deferential
when
Mr
.
Vincy
decided
questions
with
trenchant
ignorance
,
especially
as
to
those
liquors
which
were
the
best
inward
pickle
,
preserving
you
from
the
effects
of
bad
air
.
Mrs
.
Vincy
’
s
openness
and
simplicity
were
quite
unstreaked
with
suspicion
as
to
the
subtle
offence
she
might
give
to
the
taste
of
her
intended
son
-
in
-
law
;
and
altogether
Lydgate
had
to
confess
to
himself
that
he
was
descending
a
little
in
relation
to
Rosamond
’
s
family
.
But
that
exquisite
creature
herself
suffered
in
the
same
sort
of
way
:
—
it
was
at
least
one
delightful
thought
that
in
marrying
her
,
he
could
give
her
a
much
-
needed
transplantation
.
"
Dear
!
"
he
said
to
her
one
evening
,
in
his
gentlest
tone
,
as
he
sat
down
by
her
and
looked
closely
at
her
face
—
But
I
must
first
say
that
he
had
found
her
alone
in
the
drawing
-
room
,
where
the
great
old
-
fashioned
window
,
almost
as
large
as
the
side
of
the
room
,
was
opened
to
the
summer
scents
of
the
garden
at
the
back
of
the
house
.
Her
father
and
mother
were
gone
to
a
party
,
and
the
rest
were
all
out
with
the
butterflies
.
"
Dear
!
your
eyelids
are
red
.
"
"
Are
they
?
"
said
Rosamond
.
"
I
wonder
why
.
"
It
was
not
in
her
nature
to
pour
forth
wishes
or
grievances
.
They
only
came
forth
gracefully
on
solicitation
.
