Мидлмарч

Chapter 43

           

           "IsMrs.Lydgateathome?"saidDorothea,whohadnever,thatsheknewof,seenRosamond,butnowrememberedthefactofthemarriage.Yes,Mrs.Lydgatewasathome.

           "Iwillgoinandspeaktoher,ifshewillallowme.WillyouaskherifshecanseemeseeMrs.Casaubon,forafewminutes?"

           Whentheservanthadgonetodeliverthatmessage,Dorotheacouldhearsoundsofmusicthroughanopenwindowafewnotesfromaman’svoiceandthenapianoburstingintoroulades.Buttherouladesbrokeoffsuddenly,andthentheservantcamebacksayingthatMrs.LydgatewouldbehappytoseeMrs.Casaubon.

           Whenthedrawing-roomdooropenedandDorotheaentered,therewasasortofcontrastnotinfrequentincountrylifewhenthehabitsofthedifferentrankswerelessblentthannow.Letthosewhoknow,tellusexactlywhatstuffitwasthatDorotheaworeinthosedaysofmildautumnthatthinwhitewoollenstuffsofttothetouchandsofttotheeye.Italwaysseemedtohavebeenlatelywashed,andtosmellofthesweethedgeswasalwaysintheshapeofapelissewithsleeveshangingalloutofthefashion.YetifshehadenteredbeforeastillaudienceasImogeneorCato’sdaughter,thedressmighthaveseemedrightenough:thegraceanddignitywereinherlimbsandneck;andabouthersimplypartedhairandcandideyesthelargeroundpokewhichwastheninthefateofwomen,seemednomoreoddasahead-dressthanthegoldtrencherwecallahalo.

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