Chapter 83

           "Andnowgood-morrowtoourwakingsoulsWhichwatchnotoneanotheroutoffear;Forloveallloveofothersightscontrols,Andmakesonelittleroom,aneverywhere."—DR.DONNE.

           OnthesecondmorningafterDorothea’svisittoRosamond,shehadhadtwonightsofsoundsleep,andhadnotonlylostalltracesoffatigue,butfeltasifshehadagreatdealofsuperfluousstrength—thatistosay,morestrengththanshecouldmanagetoconcentrateonanyoccupation.Thedaybefore,shehadtakenlongwalksoutsidethegrounds,andhadpaidtwovisitstotheParsonage;butsheneverinherlifetoldanyonethereasonwhyshespenthertimeinthatfruitlessmanner,andthismorningshewasratherangrywithherselfforherchildishrestlessness.To-daywastobespentquitedifferently.Whatwastheretobedoneinthevillage?Ohdear!nothing.Everybodywaswellandhadflannel;nobody’spighaddied;anditwasSaturdaymorning,whentherewasageneralscrubbingofdoorsanddoor-stones,andwhenitwasuselesstogointotheschool.ButtherewerevarioussubjectsthatDorotheawastryingtogetclearupon,andsheresolvedtothrowherselfenergeticallyintothegravestofall.Shesatdowninthelibrarybeforeherparticularlittleheapofbooksonpoliticaleconomyandkindredmatters,outofwhichshewastryingtogetlightastothebestwayofspendingmoneysoasnottoinjureone’sneighbors,or—whatcomestothesamething—soastodothemthemostgood.