came to me in the play— I meant to do it. ”
Lydgate stood mute, and unconsciously pressed his hat on while he looked at her. He saw this woman—the first to whom he had given his young adoration—amid the throng of stupid criminals.
“You are a good young man,” she said. “But I do not like husbands. I will never have another.”
Three days afterwards Lydgate was at his galvanism again in his Paris chambers, believing that illusions were at an end for him.
He was saved from hardening effects by the abundant kindness of his heart and his belief that human life might be made better.
But he had more reason than ever for trusting his judgment, now that it was so experienced; and henceforth he would take a strictly scientific view of woman, entertaining no expectations but such as were justified beforehand.