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me in every new hour of the day。

〃He might have looked at me; though he _was_ so busy with his
writing。He might have said; 'How nicely you are dressed this
morning!' He might have rememberednever mind what! All he
remembers is the newspaper。


〃Twelve o'clock。I have been reading and thinking; and; thanks
to my Diary; I have got through an hour。

〃What a time it waswhat a life it was; at Thorpe Ambrose! I
wonder I kept my senses。 It makes my heart beat; it makes my face
flush; only to read about it now!

〃The rain still falls; and the journalist still scribbles。 I
don't want to think the thoughts of that past time over again。
And yet; what else can I do?

〃SupposingI only say supposingI felt now; as I felt when I
traveled to London with Armadale; and when I saw my way to his
life as plainly as I saw the man himself all through the journey。
。 。 。 ?

〃I'll go and look out of the window。 I'll go and count the people
as they pass by。

〃A funeral has gone by; with the penitents in their black hoods;
and the wax torches sputtering in the wet; and the little bell
ringing; and the priests droning their monotonous chant。 A
pleasant sight to meet me at the window! I shall go back to my
Diary。

〃Supposing I was not the altered woman I amI only say;
supposinghow would the Grand Risk that I once thought of
running look now? I have married Midwinter in the name that is
really his own。 And by doing that I have taken the first of those
three steps which were once to lead me; through Armadale's life;
to the fortune and the station of Armadale's widow。 No matter how
innocent my intentions might have been on the wedding…dayand
they _were_ innocentthis is one of the unalterable results of
the marriage。 Well; having taken the first step; then; whether I
would or no; howsupposing I meant to take the second step;
which I don'thow would present circumstances stand toward me?
Would they warn me to draw back; I wonder? or would they
encourage me to go on?

〃It will interest me to calculate the chances; and I can easily
tear the leaf out; and destroy it; if the prospect looks too
encouraging。

〃We are living here (for economy's sake) far away from the
expensive English quarter; in a suburb of the city; on the
Portici side。 We have made no traveling acquaintances among our
own country people。 Our poverty is against us; Midwinter's
shyness is against us; and (with the women) my personal
appearance is against us。 The men from whom my husband gets his
information for the newspaper meet him at the cafe; and never
come here。 I discourage his bringing any strangers to see me;
for; though years have passed since I was last at Naples; I
cannot be sure that some of the many people I once knew in this
place may not be living still。 The moral of all this is (as the
children's storybooks say); that not a single witness has come to
this house who could declare; if any after…inquiry took place in
England; that Midwinter and I had been living here as man and
wife。 So much for present circumstances as they affect Me。

〃Armadale next。 Has any unforeseen accident led him to
communicate with Thorpe Ambrose? Has he broken the conditions
which the major imposed on him; and asserted himself in the
character of Miss Milroy's promised husband since I saw him last?

〃Nothing of the sort has taken place。 No unforeseen accident has
altered his positionhis tempting positiontoward myself。 I
know all that has happened to him since he left England; through
the letters which he writes to Midwinter; and which Midwinter
shows to me。

〃He has been wrecked; to begin with。 His trumpery little yacht
has actually tried to drown him; after all; and has failed! It
happened (as Midwinter warned him it might happen with so small a
vessel) in a sudden storm。 They were blown ashore on the coast of
Portugal。 The yacht went to pieces; but the lives; and papers;
and so on; were saved。 The men have been sent back to Bristol;
with recommendations from their master which have already got
them employment on board an outward…bound ship。 And the master
himself is on his way here; after stopping first at Lisbon; and
next at Gibraltar; and trying ineffectually in both places to
supply himself with another vessel。 His third attempt is to be
made at Naples; where there is an English yacht 'laid up;' as
they call it; to be had for sale or hire。 He has had no occasion
to write home since the wreck; for he took away from Coutts's the
whole of the large sum of money lodged there for him; in circular
notes。 And he has felt no inclination to go back to England
himself; for; with Mr。 Brock dead; Miss Milroy at school; and
Midwinter here; he has not a living creature in whom he is
interested to welcome him if he returned。 To see us; and to see
the new yacht; are the only two present objects he has in view。
Midwinter has been expecting him for a week past; and he may walk
into this very room in which I am writing; at this very moment;
for all I know to the contrary。

〃Tempting circumstances; thesewith all the wrongs I have
suffered at his mother's hands and at his; still alive in my
memory; with Miss Milroy confidently waiting to take her place at
the head of his household; with my dream of living happy and
innocent in Midwinter's love dispelled forever; and with nothing
left in its place to help me against myself。 I wish it wasn't
raining; I wish I could go out。

〃Perhaps something may happen to prevent Armadale from coming to
Naples? When he last wrote; he was waiting at Gibraltar for an
English steamer in the Mediterranean trade to bring him on here。
He may get tired of waiting before the steamer comes; or he may
hear of a yacht at some other place than this。 A little bird
whispers in my ear that it may possibly be the wisest thing he
ever did in his life if he breaks his engagement to join us at
Naples。

〃Shall I tear out the leaf on which all these shocking things
have been written? No。 My Diary is so nicely boundit would be
positive barbarity to tear out a leaf。 Let me occupy myself
harmlessly with something else。 What shall it be? My
dressing…caseI will put my dressing…case tidy; and polish up
the few little things in it which my misfortunes have still left
in my possession。

〃I have shut up the dressing…case again。 The first thing I found
in it was Armadale's shabby present to me on my marriagethe
rubbishing little ruby ring。 That irritated me; to begin with。
The second thing that turned up was my bottle of Drops。 I caught
myself measuring the doses with my eye; and calculating how many
of them would be enough to take a living creature over the
border…land between sleep and death。 Why I should have locked the
dressing…case in a fright; before I had quite completed my
calculation; I don't know; but I did lock it。 And here I am back
again at my Diary; with nothing; absolutely nothing; to write
about。 Oh; the weary day! the weary day! Will nothing happen to
excite me a little in this horrible place?


〃October 12th。Midwinter 's all…important letter to the
newspaper was dispatched by the post last night。 I was foolish
enough to suppose that I might be honored by having some of his
spare attention bestowed on me to…day。 Nothing of the sort! He
had a restless night; after all his writing; and got up with his
head aching; and his spirits miserably depressed。 When he is in
this state; his favorite remedy is to return to his old vagabond
habits; and go roaming away by himself nobody knows where。 He
went through the form this morning (knowing I had no riding
habit) of offering to hire a little broken…kneed brute of a pony
for me; in case I wished to accompany him! I preferred remaining
at home。 I will have a handsome horse and a handsome habit; or I
won't ride at all。 He went away; without attempting to persuade
me to change my mind。 I wouldn't have changed it; of course; but
he might have tried to persuade me all the same。

〃I can open the piano in his absencethat is one comfort。 And I
am in a fine humor for playingthat is another。 There is a
sonata of Beethoven's (I forget the number); which always
suggests to me the agony of lost spirits in a place of torment。
Come; my

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