Chapter 48

           SurelythegoldenhoursareturninggrayAnddancenomore,andvainlystrivetorun:Iseetheirwhitelocksstreaminginthewind—Eachfaceishaggardasitlooksatme,SlowturningintheconstantclaspingroundStorm-driven.

           Dorothea’sdistresswhenshewasleavingthechurchcamechieflyfromtheperceptionthatMr.Casaubonwasdeterminednottospeaktohiscousin,andthatWill’spresenceatchurchhadservedtomarkmorestronglythealienationbetweenthem.Will’scomingseemedtoherquiteexcusable,nay,shethoughtitanamiablemovementinhimtowardsareconciliationwhichsheherselfhadbeenconstantlywishingfor.Hehadprobablyimagined,asshehad,thatifMr.Casaubonandhecouldmeeteasily,theywouldshakehandsandfriendlyintercoursemightreturn.ButnowDorotheafeltquiterobbedofthathope.Willwasbanishedfurtherthanever,forMr.Casaubonmusthavebeennewlyembitteredbythisthrustinguponhimofapresencewhichherefusedtorecognize.

           Hehadnotbeenverywellthatmorning,sufferingfromsomedifficultyinbreathing,andhadnotpreachedinconsequence;shewasnotsurprised,therefore,thathewasnearlysilentatluncheon,stilllessthathemadenoallusiontoWillLadislaw.Forherownpartshefeltthatshecouldneveragainintroducethatsubject.TheyusuallyspentapartthehoursbetweenluncheonanddinneronaSunday;Mr.