herself, and watched him as he opened the letter. She had expected him to be surprised.
While Lydgate's eyes glanced rapidly over the brief letter, she saw his face, usually of a pale brown, taking on a dry whiteness; with nostrils and lips quivering he tossed down the letter before her, and said violently—
"It will be impossible to endure life with you, if you will always be acting secretly—acting in opposition to me and hiding your actions."
He checked his speech and turned his back on her—then wheeled round and walked about, sat down, and got up again restlessly, grasping hard the objects deep down in his pockets. He was afraid of saying something irremediably cruel.
Rosamond too had changed colour as she read. The letter ran in this way:—