'And thus thy fall hath left a kind of blot, To mark the full-fraught man and best indued With some suspicion. ' —Henry V. The next day Lydgate had to go to Brassing, and told Rosamond that he should be away until the evening.
Of late she had never gone beyond her own house and garden, except to church, and once to see her papa, to whom she said, 'If Tertius goes away, you will help us to move, will you not, papa? I suppose we shall have very little money.
I am sure I hope some one will help us. ' And Mr. Vincy had said, 'Yes, child, I don’t mind a hundred or two. I can see the end of that.
' With these exceptions she had sat at home in languid melancholy and suspense, fixing her mind on Will Ladislaw’s coming as the one point of hope and interest, and associating this with some new urgency on Lydgate to make immediate arrangements for leaving Middlemarch and going to London, till she felt assured that the coming would be a potent cause of the going, without at all seeing how.
This way of establishing sequences is too common to be fairly regarded as a peculiar folly in Rosamond.
And it is precisely this sort of sequence which causes the greatest shock when it is sundered: for to see how an effect may be produced is often to see possible missings and checks; but to see nothing except the desirable cause, and close upon it the desirable effect, rids us of doubt and makes our minds strongly intuitive.
That was the process going on in poor Rosamond, while she arranged all objects around her with the same nicety as ever, only with more slowness—or sat down to the piano, meaning to play,