That was only a security
and behind that Security there is a debt. And that debt must be paid
within the next few months, else we shall have our furniture sold.
If young Plymdale will take our house and most of our furniture,
we shall be able to pay that debt, and some others too, and we
shall be quit of a place too expensive for us. We might take
a smaller house: Trumbull, I know, has a very decent one to let
at thirty pounds a-year, and this is ninety." Lydgate uttered this
speech in the curt hammering way with which we usually try to nail
down a vague mind to imperative facts. Tears rolled silently down
Rosamond's cheeks; she just pressed her handkerchief against them,
and stood looking at the large vase on the mantel-piece. It was
a moment of more intense bitterness than she had ever felt before.
At last she said, without hurry and with careful emphasis--
"I never could have believed that you would like to act in that way."
"Like it?" burst out Lydgate, rising from his chair, thrusting his
hands in his pockets and stalking away from the hearth; "it's not
a question of liking. Of course, I don't like it; it's the only
thing I can do." He wheeled round there, and turned towards her.
"I should have thought there were many other means than that,"
said Rosamond. "Let us have a sale and leave Middlemarch altogether.
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