MIDDLEMARCH (Completed)

Chapter 82

"My grief lies onward and my joy behind."

--SHAKESPEARE: Sonnets.

Exiles notoriously feed much on hopes, and are unlikely to stay

in banishment unless they are obliged. When Will Ladislaw exiled

himself from Middlemarch he had placed no stronger obstacle to his

return than his own resolve, which was by no means an iron barrier,

but simply a state of mind liable to melt into a minuet with other

states of mind, and to find itself bowing, smiling, and giving

place with polite facility. As the months went on, it had seemed

more and more difficult to him to say why he should not run down

to Middlemarch--merely for the sake of hearing something about Dorothea;

and if on such a flying visit he should chance by some strange

coincidence to meet with her, there was no reason for him to be

ashamed of having taken an innocent journey which he had beforehand

supposed that he should not take. Since he was hopelessly

divided from her, he might surely venture into her neighborhood;

and as to the suspicious friends who kept a dragon watch over her--

their opinions seemed less and less important with time and change

of air.

And there had come a reason quite irrespective of Dorothea, which seemed

to make a journey to Middlemarch a sort of philanthropic duty.

Will had given a disinterested attention to an intended settlement

on a new plan in the Far West, and the need for funds in order to

carry out a good design had set him on debating with himself whether

it would not be a laudable use to make of his claim on Bulstrode,

to urge the application of that money which had been offered to himself

as a means of carrying out a scheme likely to be largely beneficial.

The question seemed a very dubious one to Will, and his repugnance

to again entering into any relation with the banker might have made

him dismiss it quickly, if there had not arisen in his imagination

the probability that his judgment might be more safely determined

by a visit to Middlemarch.

That was the object which Will stated to himself as a reason

for coming down. He had meant to confide in Lydgate, and discuss

the money question with him, and he had meant to amuse himself

for the few evenings of his stay by having a great deal of music

and badinage with fair Rosamond, without neglecting his friends

at Lowick Parsonage:--if the Parsonage was close to the Manor,

that was no fault of his. He had neglected the Farebrothers before

his departure, from a proud resistance to the possible accusation