it is one of those cases in which death is sometimes sudden. Nothing should be neglected which might be affected by such an issue."
There was silence for a few moments, while Dorothea sat as if she had been turned to marble, though the life within her was so intense that her mind had never before swept in brief time over an equal range of scenes and motives.
"Help me, pray," she said, at last, in the same low voice as before. "Tell me what I can do."
"What do you think of foreign travel? You have been lately in Rome, I think."
The memories which made this resource utterly hopeless were a new current that shook Dorothea out of her pallid immobility.
"Oh, that would not do—that would be worse than anything," she said with a more childlike despondency, while the tears rolled down. "Nothing will be of any use that he does not enjoy."
"I wish that I could have spared you this pain," said Lydgate, deeply touched, yet wondering about her marriage. Women just like Dorothea had not entered into his traditions.
"It was right of you to tell me. I thank you for telling me the truth."
"I wish you to understand that I shall not say anything to enlighten Mr Casaubon himself. I
