Chapter 19

           Ofcourse,shesaidtoherself,comingintotheroom,shehadtocomeheretogetsomethingshewanted.Firstshewantedtositdowninaparticularchairunderaparticularlamp.Butshewantedsomethingmore,thoughshedidnotknow,couldnotthinkwhatitwasthatshewanted.Shelookedatherhusband(takingupherstockingandbeginningtoknit),andsawthathedidnotwanttobeinterrupted—thatwasclear.Hewasreadingsomethingthatmovedhimverymuch.Hewashalfsmilingandthensheknewhewascontrollinghisemotion.Hewastossingthepagesover.Hewasactingit—perhapshewasthinkinghimselfthepersoninthebook.Shewonderedwhatbookitwas.Oh,itwasoneofoldSirWalter’sshesaw,adjustingtheshadeofherlampsothatthelightfellonherknitting.ForCharlesTansleyhadbeensaying(shelookedupasifsheexpectedtohearthecrashofbooksonthefloorabove),hadbeensayingthatpeopledon’treadScottanymore.Thenherhusbandthought,"That’swhatthey’llsayofme;"sohewentandgotoneofthosebooks.Andifhecametotheconclusion"That’strue"whatCharlesTansleysaid,hewouldacceptitaboutScott.(Shecouldseethathewasweighing,considering,puttingthiswiththatasheread.)Butnotabouthimself.Hewasalwaysuneasyabouthimself.Thattroubledher.