"Rien ne pese tant qu'un secret
Le porter loin est difficile aux dames:
Et je sçais mesme sur ce fait
Bon nombre d'hommes qui sont femmes."
Meanwhile Deronda had been fastened and led off by Mr. Vandernoodt, who
wished for a brisker walk, a cigar, and a little gossip. Since we cannot tell a man
his own secrets, the restraint of being in his company often breeds a desire to
pair off in conversation with some more ignorant person, and Mr. Vandernoodt
"What a washed-out piece of cambric Grandcourt is! But if he is a favorite of
yours, I withdraw the remark."
"Not the least in the world," said Deronda.
"I thought not. One wonders how he came to have a great passion again; and he
must have had--to marry in this way. Though Lush, his old chum, hints that he
married this girl out of obstinacy. By George! it was a very accountable
obstinacy. A man might make up his mind to marry her without the stimulus of
contradiction. But he must have made himself a pretty large drain of money, eh?"
"I know nothing of his affairs."
"What! not of the other establishment he keeps up?"
"Diplow? Of course. He took that of Sir Hugo. But merely for the year."
"No, no; not Diplow: Gadsmere. Sir Hugo knows, I'll answer for it."
Deronda said nothing. He really began to feel some curiosity, but he foresaw that
he should hear what Mr. Vandernoodt had to tell, without the condescension of
"Lush would not altogether own to it, of course. He's a confident and go- between
of Grandcourt's. But I have it on the best authority. The fact is, there's another
lady with four children at Gadsmere. She has had the upper hand of him these
ten years and more, and by what I can understand has it still--left her husband for
him, and used to travel with him everywhere. Her husband's dead now; I found a
fellow who was in the same regiment with him, and knew this Mrs. Glasher
before she took wing. A fiery dark-eyed woman--a noted beauty at that time--he