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They said of old the Soul had human shape,

But smaller, subtler than the fleshly self,

So wandered forth for airing when it pleased.

And see! beside her cherub-face there floats

A pale-lipped form aerial whispering

Its promptings in that little shell her ear."

News is often dispersed as thoughtlessly and effectively as that pollen

which the bees carry off (having no idea how powdery they are) when

they are buzzing in search of their particular nectar. This fine

comparison has reference to Fred Vincy, who on that evening at Lowick

Parsonage heard a lively discussion among the ladies on the news which

their old servant had got from Tantripp concerning Mr. Casaubon's

strange mention of Mr. Ladislaw in a codicil to his will made not long

before his death. Miss Winifred was astounded to find that her brother

had known the fact before, and observed that Camden was the most

wonderful man for knowing things and not telling them; whereupon Mary

Garth said that the codicil had perhaps got mixed up with the habits of

spiders, which Miss Winifred never would listen to. Mrs. Farebrother

considered that the news had something to do with their having only

once seen Mr. Ladislaw at Lowick, and Miss Noble made many small

compassionate mewings.

Fred knew little and cared less about Ladislaw and the Casaubons, and

his mind never recurred to that discussion till one day calling on

Rosamond at his mother's request to deliver a message as he passed, he

happened to see Ladislaw going away. Fred and Rosamond had little to

say to each other now that marriage had removed her from collision with

the unpleasantness of brothers, and especially now that he had taken

what she held the stupid and even reprehensible step of giving up the

Church to take to such a business as Mr. Garth's. Hence Fred talked by

preference of what he considered indifferent news, and "a propos of

that young Ladislaw" mentioned what he had heard at Lowick Parsonage.

Now Lydgate, like Mr. Farebrother, knew a great deal more than he told,

and when he had once been set thinking about the relation between Will

and Dorothea his conjectures had gone beyond the fact. He imagined

that there was a passionate attachment on both sides, and this struck

him as much too serious to gossip about. He remembered Will's

irritability when he had mentioned Mrs. Casaubon, and was the more

circumspect. On the whole his surmises, in addition to what he knew of

the fact, increased his friendliness and tolerance towards Ladislaw,

and made him understand the vacillation which kept him at Middlemarch

after he had said that he should go away. It was significant of the

separateness between Lydgate's mind and Rosamond's that he had no

impulse to speak to her on the subject; indeed, he did not quite trust

her reticence towards Will. And he was right there; though he had no

vision of the way in which her mind would act in urging her to speak.