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Mr . Casaubon did not preach that morning , and there was no change in Will’s situation until the blessing had been pronounced and every one rose . It was the fashion at Lowick for “ the betters ” to go out first . With a sudden determination to break the spell that was upon him , Will looked straight at Mr . Casaubon . But that gentleman’s eyes were on the button of the pew - door , which he opened , allowing Dorothea to pass , and following her immediately without raising his eyelids . Will’s glance had caught Dorothea’s as she turned out of the pew , and again she bowed , but this time with a look of agitation , as if she were repressing tears . Will walked out after them , but they went on towards the little gate leading out of the churchyard into the shrubbery , never looking round . It was impossible for him to follow them , and he could only walk back sadly at mid - day along the same road which he had trodden hopefully in the morning . The lights were all changed for him both without and within . CHAPTER XLVIII . Surely the golden hours are turning gray And dance no more , and vainly strive to run : I see their white locks streaming in the wind — Each face is haggard as it looks at me , Slow turning in the constant clasping round Storm - driven . Dorothea’s distress when she was leaving the church came chiefly from the perception that Mr . Casaubon was determined not to speak to his cousin , and that Will’s presence at church had served to mark more strongly the alienation between them . Will’s coming seemed to her quite excusable , nay , she thought it an amiable movement in him towards a reconciliation which she herself had been constantly wishing for . He had probably imagined , as she had , that if Mr . Casaubon and he could meet easily , they would shake hands and friendly intercourse might return . But now Dorothea felt quite robbed of that hope . Will was banished further than ever , for Mr . Casaubon must have been newly embittered by this thrusting upon him of a presence which he refused to recognize . He had not been very well that morning , suffering from some difficulty in breathing , and had not preached in consequence ; she was not surprised , therefore , that he was nearly silent at luncheon , still less that he made no allusion to Will Ladislaw . For her own part she felt that she could never again introduce that subject . They usually spent apart the hours between luncheon and dinner on a Sunday ; Mr . Casaubon in the library dozing chiefly , and Dorothea in her boudoir , where she was wont to occupy herself with some of her favorite books . There was a little heap of them on the table in the bow - window — of various sorts , from Herodotus , which she was learning to read with Mr . Casaubon , to her old companion Pascal , and Keble’s “ Christian Year . ”
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