BOOK IV. THREE LOVE PROBLEMS.
42. CHAPTER XLII.
 (continued)
Against certain facts he was helpless:  against Will Ladislaw's
 existence his defiant stay in the neighborhood of Lowick, and his
 flippant state of mind with regard to the possessors of authentic,
 well-stamped erudition:  against Dorothea's nature, always taking on
 some new shape of ardent activity, and even in submission and silence
 covering fervid reasons which it was an irritation to think of: 
 against certain notions and likings which had taken possession of
 her mind in relation to subjects that he could not possibly discuss
 with her.  "There was no denying that Dorothea was as virtuous
 and lovely a young lady as he could have obtained for a wife;
 but a young lady turned out to be something more troublesome than he
 had conceived.  She nursed him, she read to him, she anticipated
 his wants, and was solicitous about his feelings; but there had
 entered into the husband's mind the certainty that she judged him,
 and that her wifely devotedness was like a penitential expiation
 of unbelieving thoughts--was accompanied with a power of comparison
 by which himself and his doings were seen too luminously as a part
 of things in general.  His discontent passed vapor-like through all
 her gentle loving manifestations, and clung to that inappreciative
 world which she had only brought nearer to him. 
Poor Mr. Casaubon!  This suffering was the harder to bear because it
 seemed like a betrayal:  the young creature who had worshipped
 him with perfect trust had quickly turned into the critical wife;
 and early instances of criticism and resentment had made an impression
 which no tenderness and submission afterwards could remove. 
 To his suspicious interpretation Dorothea's silence now was
 a suppressed rebellion; a remark from her which he had not in
 any way anticipated was an assertion of conscious superiority;
 her gentle answers had an irritating cautiousness in them;
 and when she acquiesced it was a self-approved effort of forbearance. 
 The tenacity with which he strove to hide this inward drama made it
 the more vivid for him; as we hear with the more keenness what we
 wish others not to hear. 
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