CHAPTER XX.  “A child forsaken, waking suddenly,Whose gaze afeard on all things round doth rove,And seeth only that it cannot see    The meeting eyes of love.” Two hours later, Dorothea was seated in an inner room or boudoir of a handsome apartment in the Via Sistina. I am sorry to add that she was sobbing bitterly, with such abandonment to this relief of an oppressed heart as a woman habitually controlled by pride on her own account and thoughtfulness for others will sometimes allow herself when she feels securely alone. And Mr. Casaubon was certain to remain away for