Мидлмарч

Chapter 12

           NothingescapedLydgateinRosamond’sgracefulbehavior:howdelicatelyshewaivedthenoticewhichtheoldman’swantoftastehadthrustuponherbyaquietgravity,notshowingherdimplesonthewrongoccasion,butshowingthemafterwardsinspeakingtoMary,towhomsheaddressedherselfwithsomuchgood-naturedinterest,thatLydgate,afterquicklyexaminingMarymorefullythanhehaddonebefore,sawanadorablekindnessinRosamond’seyes.ButMaryfromsomecauselookedratheroutoftemper.

           "MissRosyhasbeensingingmeasongyou’venothingtosayagainstthat,eh,doctor?"saidMr.Featherstone."Ilikeitbetterthanyourphysic."

           "Thathasmademeforgethowthetimewasgoing,"saidRosamond,risingtoreachherhat,whichshehadlaidasidebeforesinging,sothatherflower-likeheadonitswhitestemwasseeninperfectionabove-herriding-habit."Fred,wemustreallygo."

           "Verygood,"saidFred,whohadhisownreasonsfornotbeinginthebestspirits,andwantedtogetaway.

           "MissVincyisamusician?"saidLydgate,followingherwithhiseyes.(EverynerveandmuscleinRosamondwasadjustedtotheconsciousnessthatshewasbeinglookedat.Shewasbynatureanactressofpartsthatenteredintoherphysique:sheevenactedherowncharacter,andsowell,thatshedidnotknowittobepreciselyherown.)

           "ThebestinMiddlemarch,I’llbebound,"saidMr.Featherstone,"letthenextbewhoshewill.

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