"The fact is, you would wish me to be a little more like him, Rosy,"

said Lydgate, in a sort of resigned murmur, with a smile which was not

exactly tender, and certainly not merry. Rosamond was silent and did

not smile again; but the lovely curves of her face looked good-tempered

enough without smiling.

Those words of Lydgate's were like a sad milestone marking how far he

had travelled from his old dreamland, in which Rosamond Vincy appeared

to be that perfect piece of womanhood who would reverence her husband's

mind after the fashion of an accomplished mermaid, using her comb and

looking-glass and singing her song for the relaxation of his adored

wisdom alone. He had begun to distinguish between that imagined

adoration and the attraction towards a man's talent because it gives

him prestige, and is like an order in his button-hole or an Honorable

before his name.

It might have been supposed that Rosamond had travelled too, since she

had found the pointless conversation of Mr. Ned Plymdale perfectly

wearisome; but to most mortals there is a stupidity which is

unendurable and a stupidity which is altogether acceptable--else,

indeed, what would become of social bonds? Captain Lydgate's stupidity

was delicately scented, carried itself with "style," talked with a good

accent, and was closely related to Sir Godwin. Rosamond found it quite

agreeable and caught many of its phrases.

Therefore since Rosamond, as we know, was fond of horseback, there were

plenty of reasons why she should be tempted to resume her riding when

Captain Lydgate, who had ordered his man with two horses to follow him

and put up at the "Green Dragon," begged her to go out on the gray

which he warranted to be gentle and trained to carry a lady--indeed, he

had bought it for his sister, and was taking it to Quallingham.

Rosamond went out the first time without telling her husband, and came

back before his return; but the ride had been so thorough a success,

and she declared herself so much the better in consequence, that he was

informed of it with full reliance on his consent that she should go

riding again.

On the contrary Lydgate was more than hurt--he was utterly confounded

that she had risked herself on a strange horse without referring the

matter to his wish. After the first almost thundering exclamations of

astonishment, which sufficiently warned Rosamond of what was coming, he

was silent for some moments.

"However, you have come back safely," he said, at last, in a decisive

tone. "You will not go again, Rosy; that is understood. If it were

the quietest, most familiar horse in the world, there would always be

the chance of accident. And you know very well that I wished you to

give up riding the roan on that account."




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