Middlemarch eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 1,180 pages of information about Middlemarch.

Middlemarch eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 1,180 pages of information about Middlemarch.
and of his own proud resistance to humiliating consequences, to imagine fully what this sudden trial was to a young creature who had known nothing but indulgence, and whose dreams had all been of new indulgence, more exactly to her taste.  But he did wish to spare her as much as he could, and her tears cut him to the heart.  He could not speak again immediately; but Rosamond did not go on sobbing:  she tried to conquer her agitation and wiped away her tears, continuing to look before her at the mantel-piece.

“Try not to grieve, darling,” said Lydgate, turning his eyes up towards her.  That she had chosen to move away from him in this moment of her trouble made everything harder to say, but he must absolutely go on.  “We must brace ourselves to do what is necessary.  It is I who have been in fault:  I ought to have seen that I could not afford-to live in this way.  But many things have told against me in my practice, and it really just now has ebbed to a low point.  I may recover it, but in the mean time we must pull up—­we must change our way of living.  We shall weather it.  When I have given this security I shall have time to look about me; and you are so clever that if you turn your mind to managing you will school me into carefulness.  I have been a thoughtless rascal about squaring prices—­but come, dear, sit down and forgive me.”

Lydgate was bowing his neck under the yoke like a creature who had talons, but who had Reason too, which often reduces us to meekness.  When he had spoken the last words in an imploring tone, Rosamond returned to the chair by his side.  His self-blame gave her some hope that he would attend to her opinion, and she said—­

“Why can you not put off having the inventory made?  You can send the men away to-morrow when they come.”

“I shall not send them away,” said Lydgate, the peremptoriness rising again.  Was it of any use to explain?

“If we left Middlemarch? there would of course be a sale, and that would do as well.”

“But we are not going to leave Middlemarch.”

“I am sure, Tertius, it would be much better to do so.  Why can we not go to London?  Or near Durham, where your family is known?”

“We can go nowhere without money, Rosamond.”

“Your friends would not wish you to be without money.  And surely these odious tradesmen might be made to understand that, and to wait, if you would make proper representations to them.”

“This is idle Rosamond,” said Lydgate, angrily.  “You must learn to take my judgment on questions you don’t understand.  I have made necessary arrangements, and they must be carried out.  As to friends, I have no expectations whatever from them, and shall not ask them for anything.”

Rosamond sat perfectly still.  The thought in her mind was that if she had known how Lydgate would behave, she would never have married him.

“We have no time to waste now on unnecessary words, dear,” said Lydgate, trying to be gentle again.  “There are some details that I want to consider with you.  Dover says he will take a good deal of the plate back again, and any of the jewellery we like.  He really behaves very well.”

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