Мидлмарч

Chapter 45

           

           TherewassomethingveryfineinLydgate’slookjustthen,andanyonemighthavebeenencouragedtobetonhisachievement.Inhisdarkeyesandonhismouthandbrowtherewasthatplaciditywhichcomesfromthefulnessofcontemplativethoughtthemindnotsearching,butbeholding,andtheglanceseemingtobefilledwithwhatisbehindit.

           PresentlyRosamondleftthepianoandseatedherselfonachairclosetothesofaandoppositeherhusband’sface.

           "Isthatenoughmusicforyou,mylord?"shesaid,foldingherhandsbeforeherandputtingonalittleairofmeekness.

           "Yes,dear,ifyouaretired,"saidLydgate,gently,turninghiseyesandrestingthemonher,butnototherwisemoving.Rosamond’spresenceatthatmomentwasperhapsnomorethanaspoonfulbroughttothelake,andherwoman’sinstinctinthismatterwasnotdull.

           "Whatisabsorbingyou?"shesaid,leaningforwardandbringingherfacenearertohis.

           Hemovedhishandsandplacedthemgentlybehindhershoulders.

           "Iamthinkingofagreatfellow,whowasaboutasoldasIamthreehundredyearsago,andhadalreadybegunanewerainanatomy."

           "Ican’tguess,"saidRosamond,shakingherhead."WeusedtoplayatguessinghistoricalcharactersatMrs.Lemon’s,butnotanatomists."

           "I’lltellyou.HisnamewasVesalius.

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