forher
.
"
I
felt
that
"
—
he
broke
off
,
nevertheless
.
"
You
acted
as
I
should
have
expected
you
to
act
,
"
said
Dorothea
,
her
face
brightening
and
her
head
becoming
a
little
more
erect
on
its
beautiful
stem
.
"
I
did
not
believe
that
you
would
let
any
circumstance
of
my
birth
create
a
prejudice
in
you
against
me
,
though
it
was
sure
to
do
so
in
others
,
"
said
Will
,
shaking
his
head
backward
in
his
old
way
,
and
looking
with
a
grave
appeal
into
her
eyes
.
"
If
it
were
a
new
hardship
it
would
be
a
new
reason
for
me
to
cling
to
you
,
"
said
Dorothea
,
fervidly
.
"
Nothing
could
have
changed
me
but
—
"
her
heart
was
swelling
,
and
it
was
difficult
to
go
on
;
she
made
a
great
effort
over
herself
to
say
in
a
low
tremulous
voice
,
"
but
thinking
that
you
were
different
—
not
so
good
as
I
had
believed
you
to
be
.
"
"
You
are
sure
to
believe
me
better
than
I
am
in
everything
but
one
,
"
said
Will
,
giving
way
to
his
own
feeling
in
the
evidence
of
hers
.
"
I
mean
,
in
my
truth
to
you
.
When
I
thought
you
doubted
of
that
,
I
did
n't
care
about
anything
that
was
left
.
I
thought
it
was
all
over
with
me
,
and
there
was
nothing
to
try
for
—
only
things
to
endure
.
"
"
I
do
n't
doubt
you
any
longer
,
"
said
Dorothea
,
putting
out
her
hand
;
a
vague
fear
for
him
impelling
her
unutterable
affection
.
He
took
her
hand
and
raised
it
to
his
lips
with
something
like
a
sob
.
But
he
stood
with
his
hat
and
gloves
in
the
other
hand
,
and
might
have
done
for
the
portrait
of
a
Royalist
.
Still
it
was
difficult
to
loose
the
hand
,
and
Dorothea
,
withdrawing
it
in
a
confusion
that
distressed
her
,
looked
and
moved
away
.
"
See
how
dark
the
clouds
have
become
,
and
how
the
trees
are
tossed
,
"
she
said
,
walking
towards
the
window
,
yet
speaking
and
moving
with
only
a
dim
sense
of
what
she
was
doing
.
Will
followed
her
at
a
little
distance
,
and
leaned
against
the
tall
back
of
a
leather
chair
,
on
which
he
ventured
now
to
lay
his
hat
and
gloves
,
and
free
himself
from
the
intolerable
durance
of
formality
to
which
he
had
been
for
the
first
time
condemned
in
Dorothea
's
presence
.
It
must
be
confessed
that
he
felt
very
happy
at
that
moment
leaning
on
the
chair
.
He
was
not
much
afraid
of
anything
that
she
might
feel
now
.
They
stood
silent
,
not
looking
at
each
other
,
but
looking
at
the
evergreens
which
were
being
tossed
,
and
were
showing
the
pale
underside
of
their
leaves
against
the
blackening
sky
.
Will
never
enjoyed
the
prospect
of
a
storm
so
much
:
it
delivered
him
from
the
necessity
of
going
away
.
Leaves
and
little
branches
were
hurled
about
,
and
the
thunder
was
getting
nearer
.
The
light
was
more
and
more
sombre
,
but
there
came
a
flash
of
lightning
which
made
them
start
and
look
at
each
other
,
and
then
smile
.
Dorothea
began
to
say
what
she
had
been
thinking
of
.
"
That
was
a
wrong
thing
for
you
to
say
,
that
you
would
have
had
nothing
to
try
for
.
If
we
had
lost
our
own
chief
good
,
other
people
's
good
would
remain
,
and
that
is
worth
trying
for
.
Some
can
be
happy
.
I
seemed
to
see
that
more
clearly
than
ever
,
when
I
was
the
most
wretched
.
I
can
hardly
think
how
I
could
have
borne
the
trouble
,
if
that
feeling
had
not
come
to
me
to
make
strength
.
"
"
You
have
never
felt
the
sort
of
misery
I
felt
,
"
said
Will
;
"
the
misery
of
knowing
that
you
must
despise
me
.
"
"
But
I
have
felt
worse
—
it
was
worse
to
think
ill
—
"
Dorothea
had
begun
impetuously
,
but
broke
off
.
Will
coloured
.
He
had
the
sense
that
whatever
she
said
was
uttered
in
the
vision
of
a
fatality
that
kept
them
apart
.
He
was
silent
a
moment
,
and
then
said
passionately
—
"
We
may
at
least
have
the
comfort
of
speaking
to
each
other
without
disguise
.
Since
I
must
go
away
—
since
we
must
always
be
divided
—
you
may
think
of
me
as
one
on
the
brink
of
the
grave
.
"
While
he
was
speaking
there
came
a
vivid
flash
of
lightning
which
lit
each
of
them
up
for
the
other
—
and
the
light
seemed
to
be
the
terror
of
a
hopeless
love
.
Dorothea
darted
instantaneously
from
the
window
;
Will
followed
her
,
seizing
her
hand
with
a
spasmodic
movement
;
and
so
they
stood
,
with
their
hands
clasped
,
like
two
children
,
looking
out
on
the
storm
,
while
the
thunder
gave
a
tremendous
crack
and
roll
above
them
,
and
the
rain
began
to
pour
down
.
Then
they
turned
their
faces
towards
each
other
,
with
the
memory
of
his
last
words
in
them
,
and
they
did
not
loose
each
other
's
hands
.
"
There
is
no
hope
for
me
,
"
said
Will
.
"
Even
if
you
loved
me
as
well
as
I
love
you
—
even
if
I
were
everything
to
you
—
I
shall
most
likely
always
be
very
poor
:
on
a
sober
calculation
,
one
can
count
on
nothing
but
a
creeping
lot
.
It
is
impossible
for
us
ever
to
belong
to
each
other
.
It
is
perhaps
base
of
me
to
have
asked
for
a
word
from
you
.
I
meant
to
go
away
into
silence
,
but
I
have
not
been
able
to
do
what
I
meant
.
"
"
Do
n't
be
sorry
,
"
said
Dorothea
,
in
her
clear
tender
tones
.
"
I
would
rather
share
all
the
trouble
of
our
parting
.
"
Her
lips
trembled
,
and
so
did
his
.
It
was
never
known
which
lips
were
the
first
to
move
towards
the
other
lips
;
but
they
kissed
tremblingly
,
and
then
they
moved
apart
.
The
rain
was
dashing
against
the
window-panes
as
if
an
angry
spirit
were
within
it
,
and
behind
it
was
the
great
swoop
of
the
wind
;
it
was
one
of
those
moments
in
which
both
the
busy
and
the
idle
pause
with
a
certain
awe
.
Dorothea
sat
down
on
the
seat
nearest
to
her
,
a
long
low
ottoman
in
the
middle
of
the
room
,
and
with
her
hands
folded
over
each
other
on
her
lap
,
looked
at
the
drear
outer
world
.
Will
stood
still
an
instant
looking
at
her
,
then
seated
himself
beside
her
,
and
laid
his
hand
on
hers
,
which
turned
itself
upward
to
be
clasped
.
They
sat
in
that
way
without
looking
at
each
other
,
until
the
rain
abated
and
began
to
fall
in
stillness
.
Each
had
been
full
of
thoughts
which
neither
of
them
could
begin
to
utter
.
But
when
the
rain
was
quiet
,
Dorothea
turned
to
look
at
Will
.
With
passionate
exclamation
,
as
if
some
torture
screw
were
threatening
him
,
he
started
up
and
said
,
"
It
is
impossible
!
"
He
went
and
leaned
on
the
back
of
the
chair
again
,
and
seemed
to
be
battling
with
his
own
anger
,
while
she
looked
towards
him
sadly
.
"
It
is
as
fatal
as
a
murder
or
any
other
horror
that
divides
people
,
"
he
burst
out
again
;
"
it
is
more
intolerable
—
to
have
our
life
maimed
by
petty
accidents
.
"
"
No
—
do
n't
say
that
—
your
life
need
not
be
maimed
,
"
said
Dorothea
,
gently
.
"
Yes
,
it
must
,
"
said
Will
,
angrily
.
"
It
is
cruel
of
you
to
speak
in
that
way
—
as
if
there
were
any
comfort
.
You
may
see
beyond
the
misery
of
it
,
but
I
do
n't
.
It
is
unkind
—
it
is
throwing
back
my
love
for
you
as
if
it
were
a
trifle
,
to
speak
in
that
way
in
the
face
of
the
fact
.
We
can
never
be
married
.
"
"
Some
time
—
we
might
,
"
said
Dorothea
,
in
a
trembling
voice
.
"
When
?
"
said
Will
,
bitterly
.
"
What
is
the
use
of
counting
on
any
success
of
mine
?
It
is
a
mere
toss
up
whether
I
shall
ever
do
more
than
keep
myself
decently
,
unless
I
choose
to
sell
myself
as
a
mere
pen
and
a
mouthpiece
.
I
can
see
that
clearly
enough
.
I
could
not
offer
myself
to
any
woman
,
even
if
she
had
no
luxuries
to
renounce
.
"
There
was
silence
.
Dorothea
's
heart
was
full
of
something
that
she
wanted
to
say
,
and
yet
the
words
were
too
difficult
.
She
was
wholly
possessed
by
them
:
at
that
moment
debate
was
mute
within
her
.
And
it
was
very
hard
that
she
could
not
say
what
she
wanted
to
say
.
Will
was
looking
out
of
the
window
angrily
.
If
he
would
have
looked
at
her
and
not
gone
away
from
her
side
,
she
thought
everything
would
have
been
easier
.
At
last
he
turned
,
still
resting
against
the
chair
,
and
stretching
his
hand
automatically
towards
his
hat
,
said
with
a
sort
of
exasperation
,
"
Good-by
.
"
"
Oh
,
I
cannot
bear
it
—
my
heart
will
break
,
"
said
Dorothea
,
starting
from
her
seat
,
the
flood
of
her
young
passion
bearing
down
all
the
obstructions
which
had
kept
her
silent
—
the
great
tears
rising
and
falling
in
an
instant
:
"
I
do
n't
mind
about
poverty
—
I
hate
my
wealth
.
"
In
an
instant
Will
was
close
to
her
and
had
his
arms
round
her
,
but
she
drew
her
head
back
and
held
his
away
gently
that
she
might
go
on
speaking
,
her
large
tear-filled
eyes
looking
at
his
very
simply
,
while
she
said
in
a
sobbing
childlike
way
,
"
We
could
live
quite
well
on
my
own
fortune
—
it
is
too
much
—
seven
hundred
a-year
—
I
want
so
little
—
no
new
clothes
—
and
I
will
learn
what
everything
costs
.
"
CHAPTER
LXXXIV
.
"
Though
it
be
songe
of
old
and
yonge
,
That
I
sholde
be
to
blame
,
Theyrs
be
the
charge
,
that
spoke
so
large
In
hurtynge
of
my
name
.
"
—
The
Not-Browne
Mayde
.
It
was
just
after
the
Lords
had
thrown
out
the
Reform
Bill
:
that
explains
how
Mr.
Cadwallader
came
to
be
walking
on
the
slope
of
the
lawn
near
the
great
conservatory
at
Freshitt
Hall
,
holding
the
"
Times
"
in
his
hands
behind
him
,
while
he
talked
with
a
trout-fisher
's
dispassionateness
about
the
prospects
of
the
country
to
Sir
James
Chettam
.
Mrs.
Cadwallader
,
the
Dowager
Lady
Chettam
,
and
Celia
were
sometimes
seated
on
garden-chairs
,
sometimes
walking
to
meet
little
Arthur
,
who
was
being
drawn
in
his
chariot
,
and
,
as
became
the
infantine
Bouddha
,
was
sheltered
by
his
sacred
umbrella
with
handsome
silken
fringe
.
The
ladies
also
talked
politics
,
though
more
fitfully
.
Mrs.
Cadwallader
was
strong
on
the
intended
creation
of
peers
:
she
had
it
for
certain
from
her
cousin
that
Truberry
had
gone
over
to
the
other
side
entirely
at
the
instigation
of
his
wife
,
who
had
scented
peerages
in
the
air
from
the
very
first
introduction
of
the
Reform
question
,
and
would
sign
her
soul
away
to
take
precedence
of
her
younger
sister
,
who
had
married
a
baronet
.
Lady
Chettam
thought
that
such
conduct
was
very
reprehensible
,
and
remembered
that
Mrs.
Truberry
's
mother
was
a
Miss
Walsingham
of
Melspring
.
Celia
confessed
it
was
nicer
to
be
"
Lady
"
than
"
Mrs.
,
"
and
that
Dodo
never
minded
about
precedence
if
she
could
have
her
own
way
.
Mrs.
Cadwallader
held
that
it
was
a
poor
satisfaction
to
take
precedence
when
everybody
about
you
knew
that
you
had
not
a
drop
of
good
blood
in
your
veins
;
and
Celia
again
,
stopping
to
look
at
Arthur
,
said
,
"
It
would
be
very
nice
,
though
,
if
he
were
a
Viscount
—
and
his
lordship
's
little
tooth
coming
through
!
He
might
have
been
,
if
James
had
been
an
Earl
.
"
"
My
dear
Celia
,
"
said
the
Dowager
,
"
James
's
title
is
worth
far
more
than
any
new
earldom
.
I
never
wished
his
father
to
be
anything
else
than
Sir
James
.
"
"
Oh
,
I
only
meant
about
Arthur
's
little
tooth
,
"
said
Celia
,
comfortably
.
"
But
see
,
here
is
my
uncle
coming
.
"
She
tripped
off
to
meet
her
uncle
,
while
Sir
James
and
Mr.
Cadwallader
came
forward
to
make
one
group
with
the
ladies
.
Celia
had
slipped
her
arm
through
her
uncle
's
,
and
he
patted
her
hand
with
a
rather
melancholy
"
Well
,
my
dear
!
"
As
they
approached
,
it
was
evident
that
Mr.
Brooke
was
looking
dejected
,
but
this
was
fully
accounted
for
by
the
state
of
politics
;
and
as
he
was
shaking
hands
all
round
without
more
greeting
than
a
"
Well
,
you
're
all
here
,
you
know
,
"
the
Rector
said
,
laughingly
—
"
Do
n't
take
the
throwing
out
of
the
Bill
so
much
to
heart
,
Brooke
;
you
've
got
all
the
riff-raff
of
the
country
on
your
side
.
"
"
The
Bill
,
eh
?
ah
!
"
said
Mr.
Brooke
,
with
a
mild
distractedness
of
manner
.
"
Thrown
out
,
you
know
,
eh
?
The
Lords
are
going
too
far
,
though
.
They
'll
have
to
pull
up
.
Sad
news
,
you
know
.
I
mean
,
here
at
home
—
sad
news
.
But
you
must
not
blame
me
,
Chettam
.
"
"
What
is
the
matter
?
"
said
Sir
James
.
"
Not
another
gamekeeper
shot
,
I
hope
?
It
's
what
I
should
expect
,
when
a
fellow
like
Trapping
Bass
is
let
off
so
easily
.
"
"
Gamekeeper
?
No.
Let
us
go
in
;
I
can
tell
you
all
in
the
house
,
you
know
,
"
said
Mr.
Brooke
,
nodding
at
the
Cadwalladers
,
to
show
that
he
included
them
in
his
confidence
.
"
As
to
poachers
like
Trapping
Bass
,
you
know
,
Chettam
,
"
he
continued
,
as
they
were
entering
,
"
when
you
are
a
magistrate
,
you
'll
not
find
it
so
easy
to
commit
.
Severity
is
all
very
well
,
but
it
's
a
great
deal
easier
when
you
've
got
somebody
to
do
it
for
you
.
You
have
a
soft
place
in
your
heart
yourself
,
you
know
—
you
're
not
a
Draco
,
a
Jeffreys
,
that
sort
of
thing
.
"
Mr.
Brooke
was
evidently
in
a
state
of
nervous
perturbation
.
When
he
had
something
painful
to
tell
,
it
was
usually
his
way
to
introduce
it
among
a
number
of
disjointed
particulars
,
as
if
it
were
a
medicine
that
would
get
a
milder
flavour
by
mixing
.
He
continued
his
chat
with
Sir
James
about
the
poachers
until
they
were
all
seated
,
and
Mrs.
Cadwallader
,
impatient
of
this
drivelling
,
said
—
"
I
'm
dying
to
know
the
sad
news
.
The
gamekeeper
is
not
shot
:
that
is
settled
.
What
is
it
,
then
?
"
"
Well
,
it
's
a
very
trying
thing
,
you
know
,
"
said
Mr.
Brooke
.
"
I
'm
glad
you
and
the
Rector
are
here
;
it
's
a
family
matter
—
but
you
will
help
us
all
to
bear
it
,
Cadwallader
.
I
've
got
to
break
it
to
you
,
my
dear
.
"
Here
Mr.
Brooke
looked
at
Celia
—
"
You
've
no
notion
what
it
is
,
you
know
.
And
,
Chettam
,
it
will
annoy
you
uncommonly
—
but
,
you
see
,
you
have
not
been
able
to
hinder
it
,
any
more
than
I
have
.
There
's
something
singular
in
things
:
they
come
round
,
you
know
.
"
"
It
must
be
about
Dodo
,
"
said
Celia
,
who
had
been
used
to
think
of
her
sister
as
the
dangerous
part
of
the
family
machinery
.
She
had
seated
herself
on
a
low
stool
against
her
husband
's
knee
.
"
For
God
's
sake
let
us
hear
what
it
is
!
"
said
Sir
James
.
"
Well
,
you
know
,
Chettam
,
I
could
n't
help
Casaubon
's
will
:
it
was
a
sort
of
will
to
make
things
worse
.
"
"
Exactly
,
"
said
Sir
James
,
hastily
.
"
But
what
is
worse
?
"
"
Dorothea
is
going
to
be
married
again
,
you
know
,
"
said
Mr.
Brooke
,
nodding
towards
Celia
,
who
immediately
looked
up
at
her
husband
with
a
frightened
glance
,
and
put
her
hand
on
his
knee
.
Sir
James
was
almost
white
with
anger
,
but
he
did
not
speak
.
"
Merciful
heaven
!
"
said
Mrs.
Cadwallader
.
"
Not
to
young
Ladislaw
?
"
Mr.
Brooke
nodded
,
saying
,
"
Yes
;
to
Ladislaw
,
"
and
then
fell
into
a
prudential
silence
.
"
You
see
,
Humphrey
!
"
said
Mrs.
Cadwallader
,
waving
her
arm
towards
her
husband
.
"
Another
time
you
will
admit
that
I
have
some
foresight
;
or
rather
you
will
contradict
me
and
be
just
as
blind
as
ever
.
You
supposed
that
the
young
gentleman
was
gone
out
of
the
country
.
"
"
So
he
might
be
,
and
yet
come
back
,
"
said
the
Rector
,
quietly
.
"
When
did
you
learn
this
?
"
said
Sir
James
,
not
liking
to
hear
any
one
else
speak
,
though
finding
it
difficult
to
speak
himself
.
"
Yesterday
,
"
said
Mr.
Brooke
,
meekly
.
"
I
went
to
Lowick
.
Dorothea
sent
for
me
,
you
know
.
It
had
come
about
quite
suddenly
—
neither
of
them
had
any
idea
two
days
ago
—
not
any
idea
,
you
know
.
There
's
something
singular
in
things
.
But
Dorothea
is
quite
determined
—
it
is
no
use
opposing
.
I
put
it
strongly
to
her
.
I
did
my
duty
,
Chettam
.
But
she
can
act
as
she
likes
,
you
know
.
"
"
It
would
have
been
better
if
I
had
called
him
out
and
shot
him
a
year
ago
,
"
said
Sir
James
,
not
from
bloody-mindedness
,
but
because
he
needed
something
strong
to
say
.
"
Really
,
James
,
that
would
have
been
very
disagreeable
,
"
said
Celia
.
"
Be
reasonable
,
Chettam
.
Look
at
the
affair
more
quietly
,
"
said
Mr.
Cadwallader
,
sorry
to
see
his
good-natured
friend
so
overmastered
by
anger
.
"
That
is
not
so
very
easy
for
a
man
of
any
dignity
—
with
any
sense
of
right
—
when
the
affair
happens
to
be
in
his
own
family
,
"
said
Sir
James
,
still
in
his
white
indignation
.
"
It
is
perfectly
scandalous
.
If
Ladislaw
had
had
a
spark
of
honour
he
would
have
gone
out
of
the
country
at
once
,
and
never
shown
his
face
in
it
again
.
However
,
I
am
not
surprised
.
The
day
after
Casaubon
's
funeral
I
said
what
ought
to
be
done
.
But
I
was
not
listened
to
.
"
"
You
wanted
what
was
impossible
,
you
know
,
Chettam
,
"
said
Mr.
Brooke
.
"
You
wanted
him
shipped
off
.
I
told
you
Ladislaw
was
not
to
be
done
as
we
liked
with
:
he
had
his
ideas
.
He
was
a
remarkable
fellow
—
I
always
said
he
was
a
remarkable
fellow
.
"
"
Yes
,
"
said
Sir
James
,
unable
to
repress
a
retort
,
"
it
is
rather
a
pity
you
formed
that
high
opinion
of
him
.
We
are
indebted
to
that
for
his
being
lodged
in
this
neighborhood
.
We
are
indebted
to
that
for
seeing
a
woman
like
Dorothea
degrading
herself
by
marrying
him
.
"
Sir
James
made
little
stoppages
between
his
clauses
,
the
words
not
coming
easily
.
"
A
man
so
marked
out
by
her
husband
's
will
,
that
delicacy
ought
to
have
forbidden
her
from
seeing
him
again
—
who
takes
her
out
of
her
proper
rank
—
into
poverty
—
has
the
meanness
to
accept
such
a
sacrifice
—
has
always
had
an
objectionable
position
—
a
bad
origin
—
and
,
I
believe
,
is
a
man
of
little
principle
and
light
character
.
That
is
my
opinion
.
"
Sir
James
ended
emphatically
,
turning
aside
and
crossing
his
leg
.
"
I
pointed
everything
out
to
her
,
"
said
Mr.
Brooke
,
apologetically
—
"
I
mean
the
poverty
,
and
abandoning
her
position
.
I
said
,
'
My
dear
,
you
do
n't
know
what
it
is
to
live
on
seven
hundred
a-year
,
and
have
no
carriage
,
and
that
kind
of
thing
,
and
go
amongst
people
who
do
n't
know
who
you
are
.
'
I
put
it
strongly
to
her
.
But
I
advise
you
to
talk
to
Dorothea
herself
.
The
fact
is
,
she
has
a
dislike
to
Casaubon
's
property
.
You
will
hear
what
she
says
,
you
know
.
"
"
No
—
excuse
me
—
I
shall
not
,
"
said
Sir
James
,
with
more
coolness
.
"
I
cannot
bear
to
see
her
again
;
it
is
too
painful
.
It
hurts
me
too
much
that
a
woman
like
Dorothea
should
have
done
what
is
wrong
.
"
"
Be
just
,
Chettam
,
"
said
the
easy
,
large-lipped
Rector
,
who
objected
to
all
this
unnecessary
discomfort
.
"
Mrs.
Casaubon
may
be
acting
imprudently
:
she
is
giving
up
a
fortune
for
the
sake
of
a
man
,
and
we
men
have
so
poor
an
opinion
of
each
other
that
we
can
hardly
call
a
woman
wise
who
does
that
.
But
I
think
you
should
not
condemn
it
as
a
wrong
action
,
in
the
strict
sense
of
the
word
.
"
"
Yes
,
I
do
,
"
answered
Sir
James
.
"
I
think
that
Dorothea
commits
a
wrong
action
in
marrying
Ladislaw
.
"
"
My
dear
fellow
,
we
are
rather
apt
to
consider
an
act
wrong
because
it
is
unpleasant
to
us
,
"
said
the
Rector
,
quietly
.
Like
many
men
who
take
life
easily
,
he
had
the
knack
of
saying
a
home
truth
occasionally
to
those
who
felt
themselves
virtuously
out
of
temper
.
Sir
James
took
out
his
handkerchief
and
began
to
bite
the
corner
.
"
It
is
very
dreadful
of
Dodo
,
though
,
"
said
Celia
,
wishing
to
justify
her
husband
.
"
She
said
she
never
would
marry
again
—
not
anybody
at
all
.
"
"
I
heard
her
say
the
same
thing
myself
,
"
said
Lady
Chettam
,
majestically
,
as
if
this
were
royal
evidence
.
"
Oh
,
there
is
usually
a
silent
exception
in
such
cases
,
"
said
Mrs.
Cadwallader
.
"
The
only
wonder
to
me
is
,
that
any
of
you
are
surprised
.
You
did
nothing
to
hinder
it
.
If
you
would
have
had
Lord
Triton
down
here
to
woo
her
with
his
philanthropy
,
he
might
have
carried
her
off
before
the
year
was
over
.
There
was
no
safety
in
anything
else
.
Mr.
Casaubon
had
prepared
all
this
as
beautifully
as
possible
.
He
made
himself
disagreeable
—
or
it
pleased
God
to
make
him
so
—
and
then
he
dared
her
to
contradict
him
.
It
's
the
way
to
make
any
trumpery
tempting
,
to
ticket
it
at
a
high
price
in
that
way
.
"
"
I
do
n't
know
what
you
mean
by
wrong
,
Cadwallader
,
"
said
Sir
James
,
still
feeling
a
little
stung
,
and
turning
round
in
his
chair
towards
the
Rector
.
"
He
's
not
a
man
we
can
take
into
the
family
.
At
least
,
I
must
speak
for
myself
,
"
he
continued
,
carefully
keeping
his
eyes
off
Mr.
Brooke
.
"
I
suppose
others
will
find
his
society
too
pleasant
to
care
about
the
propriety
of
the
thing
.
"
"
Well
,
you
know
,
Chettam
,
"
said
Mr.
Brooke
,
good-humoredly
,
nursing
his
leg
,
"
I
ca
n't
turn
my
back
on
Dorothea
.
I
must
be
a
father
to
her
up
to
a
certain
point
.
I
said
,
'
My
dear
,
I
wo
n't
refuse
to
give
you
away
.
'
I
had
spoken
strongly
before
.
But
I
can
cut
off
the
entail
,
you
know
.
It
will
cost
money
and
be
troublesome
;
but
I
can
do
it
,
you
know
.
"
Mr.
Brooke
nodded
at
Sir
James
,
and
felt
that
he
was
both
showing
his
own
force
of
resolution
and
propitiating
what
was
just
in
the
Baronet
's
vexation
.
He
had
hit
on
a
more
ingenious
mode
of
parrying
than
he
was
aware
of
.
He
had
touched
a
motive
of
which
Sir
James
was
ashamed
.
The
mass
of
his
feeling
about
Dorothea
's
marriage
to
Ladislaw
was
due
partly
to
excusable
prejudice
,
or
even
justifiable
opinion
,
partly
to
a
jealous
repugnance
hardly
less
in
Ladislaw
's
case
than
in
Casaubon
's
.
He
was
convinced
that
the
marriage
was
a
fatal
one
for
Dorothea
.
But
amid
that
mass
ran
a
vein
of
which
he
was
too
good
and
honourable
a
man
to
like
the
avowal
even
to
himself
:
it
was
undeniable
that
the
union
of
the
two
estates
—
Tipton
and
Freshitt
—
lying
charmingly
within
a
ring-fence
,
was
a
prospect
that
flattered
him
for
his
son
and
heir
.
Hence
when
Mr.
Brooke
noddingly
appealed
to
that
motive
,
Sir
James
felt
a
sudden
embarrassment
;
there
was
a
stoppage
in
his
throat
;
he
even
blushed
.
He
had
found
more
words
than
usual
in
the
first
jet
of
his
anger
,
but
Mr.
Brooke
's
propitiation
was
more
clogging
to
his
tongue
than
Mr.
Cadwallader
's
caustic
hint
.
But
Celia
was
glad
to
have
room
for
speech
after
her
uncle
's
suggestion
of
the
marriage
ceremony
,
and
she
said
,
though
with
as
little
eagerness
of
manner
as
if
the
question
had
turned
on
an
invitation
to
dinner
,
"
Do
you
mean
that
Dodo
is
going
to
be
married
directly
,
uncle
?
"
"
In
three
weeks
,
you
know
,
"
said
Mr.
Brooke
,
helplessly
.
"
I
can
do
nothing
to
hinder
it
,
Cadwallader
,
"
he
added
,
turning
for
a
little
countenance
toward
the
Rector
,
who
said
—
"
I
should
not
make
any
fuss
about
it
.
If
she
likes
to
be
poor
,
that
is
her
affair
.
Nobody
would
have
said
anything
if
she
had
married
the
young
fellow
because
he
was
rich
.
Plenty
of
beneficed
clergy
are
poorer
than
they
will
be
.
Here
is
Elinor
,
"
continued
the
provoking
husband
;
"
she
vexed
her
friends
by
me
:
I
had
hardly
a
thousand
a-year
—
I
was
a
lout
—
nobody
could
see
anything
in
me
—
my
shoes
were
not
the
right
cut
—
all
the
men
wondered
how
a
woman
could
like
me
.
Upon
my
word
,
I
must
take
Ladislaw
's
part
until
I
hear
more
harm
of
him
.
"
"
Humphrey
,
that
is
all
sophistry
,
and
you
know
it
,
"
said
his
wife
.
"
Everything
is
all
one
—
that
is
the
beginning
and
end
with
you
.
As
if
you
had
not
been
a
Cadwallader
!
Does
any
one
suppose
that
I
would
have
taken
such
a
monster
as
you
by
any
other
name
?
"
"
And
a
clergyman
too
,
"
observed
Lady
Chettam
with
approbation
.
"
Elinor
cannot
be
said
to
have
descended
below
her
rank
.
It
is
difficult
to
say
what
Mr.
Ladislaw
is
,
eh
,
James
?
"
Sir
James
gave
a
small
grunt
,
which
was
less
respectful
than
his
usual
mode
of
answering
his
mother
.
Celia
looked
up
at
him
like
a
thoughtful
kitten
.
"
It
must
be
admitted
that
his
blood
is
a
frightful
mixture
!
"
said
Mrs.
Cadwallader
.
"
The
Casaubon
cuttle-fish
fluid
to
begin
with
,
and
then
a
rebellious
Polish
fiddler
or
dancing-master
,
was
it
?
—
and
then
an
old
clo
—
"
"
Nonsense
,
Elinor
,
"
said
the
Rector
,
rising
.
"
It
is
time
for
us
to
go
.
"
"
After
all
,
he
is
a
pretty
sprig
,
"
said
Mrs.
Cadwallader
,
rising
too
,
and
wishing
to
make
amends
.
"
He
is
like
the
fine
old
Crichley
portraits
before
the
idiots
came
in
.
"
"
I
'll
go
with
you
,
"
said
Mr.
Brooke
,
starting
up
with
alacrity
.
"
You
must
all
come
and
dine
with
me
to-morrow
,
you
know
—
eh
,
Celia
,
my
dear
?
"
"
You
will
,
James
—
wo
n't
you
?
"
said
Celia
,
taking
her
husband
's
hand
.
"
Oh
,
of
course
,
if
you
like
,
"
said
Sir
James
,
pulling
down
his
waistcoat
,
but
unable
yet
to
adjust
his
face
good-humoredly
.
"
That
is
to
say
,
if
it
is
not
to
meet
anybody
else
.
"
"
No
,
no
,
no
,
"
said
Mr.
Brooke
,
understanding
the
condition
.
"
Dorothea
would
not
come
,
you
know
,
unless
you
had
been
to
see
her
.
"
When
Sir
James
and
Celia
were
alone
,
she
said
,
"
Do
you
mind
about
my
having
the
carriage
to
go
to
Lowick
,
James
?
"
"
What
,
now
,
directly
?
"
he
answered
,
with
some
surprise
.
"
Yes
,
it
is
very
important
,
"
said
Celia
.
"
Remember
,
Celia
,
I
cannot
see
her
,
"
said
Sir
James
.
"
Not
if
she
gave
up
marrying
?
"
"
What
is
the
use
of
saying
that
?
—
however
,
I
'm
going
to
the
stables
.
I
'll
tell
Briggs
to
bring
the
carriage
round
.
"
Celia
thought
it
was
of
great
use
,
if
not
to
say
that
,
at
least
to
take
a
journey
to
Lowick
in
order
to
influence
Dorothea
's
mind
.
All
through
their
girlhood
she
had
felt
that
she
could
act
on
her
sister
by
a
word
judiciously
placed
—
by
opening
a
little
window
for
the
daylight
of
her
own
understanding
to
enter
among
the
strange
coloured
lamps
by
which
Dodo
habitually
saw
.
And
Celia
the
matron
naturally
felt
more
able
to
advise
her
childless
sister
.
How
could
any
one
understand
Dodo
so
well
as
Celia
did
or
love
her
so
tenderly
?
Dorothea
,
busy
in
her
boudoir
,
felt
a
glow
of
pleasure
at
the
sight
of
her
sister
so
soon
after
the
revelation
of
her
intended
marriage
.
She
had
prefigured
to
herself
,
even
with
exaggeration
,
the
disgust
of
her
friends
,
and
she
had
even
feared
that
Celia
might
be
kept
aloof
from
her
.
"
O
Kitty
,
I
am
delighted
to
see
you
!
"
said
Dorothea
,
putting
her
hands
on
Celia
's
shoulders
,
and
beaming
on
her
.
"
I
almost
thought
you
would
not
come
to
me
.
"
"
I
have
not
brought
Arthur
,
because
I
was
in
a
hurry
,
"
said
Celia
,
and
they
sat
down
on
two
small
chairs
opposite
each
other
,
with
their
knees
touching
.
"
You
know
,
Dodo
,
it
is
very
bad
,
"
said
Celia
,
in
her
placid
guttural
,
looking
as
prettily
free
from
humors
as
possible
.
"
You
have
disappointed
us
all
so
.
And
I
ca
n't
think
that
it
ever
will
be
—
you
never
can
go
and
live
in
that
way
.
And
then
there
are
all
your
plans
!
You
never
can
have
thought
of
that
.
James
would
have
taken
any
trouble
for
you
,
and
you
might
have
gone
on
all
your
life
doing
what
you
liked
.
"
"
On
the
contrary
,
dear
,
"
said
Dorothea
,
"
I
never
could
do
anything
that
I
liked
.
I
have
never
carried
out
any
plan
yet
.
"
"
Because
you
always
wanted
things
that
would
n't
do
.
But
other
plans
would
have
come
.
And
how
can
you
marry
Mr.
Ladislaw
,
that
we
none
of
us
ever
thought
you
could
marry
?
It
shocks
James
so
dreadfully
.
And
then
it
is
all
so
different
from
what
you
have
always
been
.
You
would
have
Mr.
Casaubon
because
he
had
such
a
great
soul
,
and
was
so
old
and
dismal
and
learned
;
and
now
,
to
think
of
marrying
Mr.
Ladislaw
,
who
has
got
no
estate
or
anything
.
I
suppose
it
is
because
you
must
be
making
yourself
uncomfortable
in
some
way
or
other
.
"
Dorothea
laughed
.
"
Well
,
it
is
very
serious
,
Dodo
,
"
said
Celia
,
becoming
more
impressive
.
"
How
will
you
live
?
and
you
will
go
away
among
queer
people
.
And
I
shall
never
see
you
—
and
you
wo
n't
mind
about
little
Arthur
—
and
I
thought
you
always
would
—
"
Celia
's
rare
tears
had
got
into
her
eyes
,
and
the
corners
of
her
mouth
were
agitated
.
"
Dear
Celia
,
"
said
Dorothea
,
with
tender
gravity
,
"
if
you
do
n't
ever
see
me
,
it
will
not
be
my
fault
.
"
"
Yes
,
it
will
,
"
said
Celia
,
with
the
same
touching
distortion
of
her
small
features
.
"
How
can
I
come
to
you
or
have
you
with
me
when
James
ca
n't
bear
it
?
—
that
is
because
he
thinks
it
is
not
right
—
he
thinks
you
are
so
wrong
,
Dodo
.
But
you
always
were
wrong
:
only
I
ca
n't
help
loving
you
.
And
nobody
can
think
where
you
will
live
:
where
can
you
go
?
"
"
I
am
going
to
London
,
"
said
Dorothea
.
"
How
can
you
always
live
in
a
street
?
And
you
will
be
so
poor
.
I
could
give
you
half
my
things
,
only
how
can
I
,
when
I
never
see
you
?
"
"
Bless
you
,
Kitty
,
"
said
Dorothea
,
with
gentle
warmth
.
"
Take
comfort
:
perhaps
James
will
forgive
me
some
time
.
"
"
But
it
would
be
much
better
if
you
would
not
be
married
,
"
said
Celia
,
drying
her
eyes
,
and
returning
to
her
argument
;
"
then
there
would
be
nothing
uncomfortable
.
And
you
would
not
do
what
nobody
thought
you
could
do
.
James
always
said
you
ought
to
be
a
queen
;
but
this
is
not
at
all
being
like
a
queen
.
You
know
what
mistakes
you
have
always
been
making
,
Dodo
,
and
this
is
another
.
Nobody
thinks
Mr.
Ladislaw
a
proper
husband
for
you
.
And
you
said
you
would
never
be
married
again
.
"
"
It
is
quite
true
that
I
might
be
a
wiser
person
,
Celia
,
"
said
Dorothea
,
"
and
that
I
might
have
done
something
better
,
if
I
had
been
better
.
But
this
is
what
I
am
going
to
do
.
I
have
promised
to
marry
Mr.
Ladislaw
;
and
I
am
going
to
marry
him
.
"
The
tone
in
which
Dorothea
said
this
was
a
note
that
Celia
had
long
learned
to
recognize
.
She
was
silent
a
few
moments
,
and
then
said
,
as
if
she
had
dismissed
all
contest
,
"
Is
he
very
fond
of
you
,
Dodo
?
"
"
I
hope
so
.
I
am
very
fond
of
him
.
"
"
That
is
nice
,
"
said
Celia
,
comfortably
.
"
Only
I
would
rather
you
had
such
a
sort
of
husband
as
James
is
,
with
a
place
very
near
,
that
I
could
drive
to
.
"
Dorothea
smiled
,
and
Celia
looked
rather
meditative
.
Presently
she
said
,
"
I
cannot
think
how
it
all
came
about
.
"
Celia
thought
it
would
be
pleasant
to
hear
the
story
.
"
I
dare
say
not
,
"
said
Dorothea
,
pinching
her
sister
's
chin
.
"
If
you
knew
how
it
came
about
,
it
would
not
seem
wonderful
to
you
.
"
"
Ca
n't
you
tell
me
?
"
said
Celia
,
settling
her
arms
cozily
.
"
No
,
dear
,
you
would
have
to
feel
with
me
,
else
you
would
never
know
.
"
CHAPTER
LXXXV
.
"
Then
went
the
jury
out
whose
names
were
Mr.
Blindman
,
Mr.
No-good
,
Mr.
Malice
,
Mr.
Love-lust
,
Mr.
Live-loose
,
Mr.
Heady
,
Mr.
High-mind
,
Mr.
Enmity
,
Mr.
Liar
,
Mr.
Cruelty
,
Mr.
Hate-light
,
Mr.
Implacable
,
who
every
one
gave
in
his
private
verdict
against
him
among
themselves
,
and
afterwards
unanimously
concluded
to
bring
him
in
guilty
before
the
judge
.
And
first
among
themselves
,
Mr.
Blindman
,
the
foreman
,
said
,
I
see
clearly
that
this
man
is
a
heretic
.
Then
said
Mr.
No-good
,
Away
with
such
a
fellow
from
the
earth
!
Ay
,
said
Mr.
Malice
,
for
I
hate
the
very
look
of
him
.
Then
said
Mr.
Love-lust
,
I
could
never
endure
him
.
Nor
I
,
said
Mr.
Live-loose
;
for
he
would
be
always
condemning
my
way
.
Hang
him
,
hang
him
,
said
Mr.
Heady
.
A
sorry
scrub
,
said
Mr.
High-mind
.
My
heart
riseth
against
him
,
said
Mr.
Enmity
.
He
is
a
rogue
,
said
Mr.
Liar
.
Hanging
is
too
good
for
him
,
said
Mr.
Cruelty
.
Let
us
despatch
him
out
of
the
way
said
Mr.
Hate-light
.
Then
said
Mr.
Implacable
,
Might
I
have
all
the
world
given
me
,
I
could
not
be
reconciled
to
him
;
therefore
let
us
forthwith
bring
him
in
guilty
of
death
.
"
—
Pilgrim
's
Progress
.
When
immortal
Bunyan
makes
his
picture
of
the
persecuting
passions
bringing
in
their
verdict
of
guilty
,
who
pities
Faithful
?
That
is
a
rare
and
blessed
lot
which
some
greatest
men
have
not
attained
,
to
know
ourselves
guiltless
before
a
condemning
crowd
—
to
be
sure
that
what
we
are
denounced
for
is
solely
the
good
in
us
.
The
pitiable
lot
is
that
of
the
man
who
could
not
call
himself
a
martyr
even
though
he
were
to
persuade
himself
that
the
men
who
stoned
him
were
but
ugly
passions
incarnate
—
who
knows
that
he
is
stoned
,
not
for
professing
the
Right
,
but
for
not
being
the
man
he
professed
to
be
.
This
was
the
consciousness
that
Bulstrode
was
withering
under
while
he
made
his
preparations
for
departing
from
Middlemarch
,
and
going
to
end
his
stricken
life
in
that
sad
refuge
,
the
indifference
of
new
faces
.
The
duteous
merciful
constancy
of
his
wife
had
delivered
him
from
one
dread
,
but
it
could
not
hinder
her
presence
from
being
still
a
tribunal
before
which
he
shrank
from
confession
and
desired
advocacy
.
His
equivocations
with
himself
about
the
death
of
Raffles
had
sustained
the
conception
of
an
Omniscience
whom
he
prayed
to
,
yet
he
had
a
terror
upon
him
which
would
not
let
him
expose
them
to
judgment
by
a
full
confession
to
his
wife
:
the
acts
which
he
had
washed
and
diluted
with
inward
argument
and
motive
,
and
for
which
it
seemed
comparatively
easy
to
win
invisible
pardon
—
what
name
would
she
call
them
by
?
That
she
should
ever
silently
call
his
acts
Murder
was
what
he
could
not
bear
.
He
felt
shrouded
by
her
doubt
:
he
got
strength
to
face
her
from
the
sense
that
she
could
not
yet
feel
warranted
in
pronouncing
that
worst
condemnation
on
him
.
Some
time
,
perhaps
—
when
he
was
dying
—
he
would
tell
her
all
:
in
the
deep
shadow
of
that
time
,
when
she
held
his
hand
in
the
gathering
darkness
,
she
might
listen
without
recoiling
from
his
touch
.
Perhaps
:
but
concealment
had
been
the
habit
of
his
life
,
and
the
impulse
to
confession
had
no
power
against
the
dread
of
a
deeper
humiliation
.
He
was
full
of
timid
care
for
his
wife
,
not
only
because
he
deprecated
any
harshness
of
judgment
from
her
,
but
because
he
felt
a
deep
distress
at
the
sight
of
her
suffering
.
She
had
sent
her
daughters
away
to
board
at
a
school
on
the
coast
,
that
this
crisis
might
be
hidden
from
them
as
far
as
possible
.
Set
free
by
their
absence
from
the
intolerable
necessity
of
accounting
for
her
grief
or
of
beholding
their
frightened
wonder
,
she
could
live
unconstrainedly
with
the
sorrow
that
was
every
day
streaking
her
hair
with
whiteness
and
making
her
eyelids
languid
.
"
Tell
me
anything
that
you
would
like
to
have
me
do
,
Harriet
,
"
Bulstrode
had
said
to
her
;
"
I
mean
with
regard
to
arrangements
of
property
.
It
is
my
intention
not
to
sell
the
land
I
possess
in
this
neighborhood
,
but
to
leave
it
to
you
as
a
safe
provision
.
If
you
have
any
wish
on
such
subjects
,
do
not
conceal
it
from
me
.
"
A
few
days
afterwards
,
when
she
had
returned
from
a
visit
to
her
brother
's
,
she
began
to
speak
to
her
husband
on
a
subject
which
had
for
some
time
been
in
her
mind
.
"
I
should
like
to
do
something
for
my
brother
's
family
,
Nicholas
;
and
I
think
we
are
bound
to
make
some
amends
to
Rosamond
and
her
husband
.
Walter
says
Mr.
Lydgate
must
leave
the
town
,
and
his
practice
is
almost
good
for
nothing
,
and
they
have
very
little
left
to
settle
anywhere
with
.
I
would
rather
do
without
something
for
ourselves
,
to
make
some
amends
to
my
poor
brother
's
family
.
"
Mrs.
Bulstrode
did
not
wish
to
go
nearer
to
the
facts
than
in
the
phrase
"
make
some
amends
;
"
knowing
that
her
husband
must
understand
her
.
He
had
a
particular
reason
,
which
she
was
not
aware
of
,
for
wincing
under
her
suggestion
.
He
hesitated
before
he
said
—
"
It
is
not
possible
to
carry
out
your
wish
in
the
way
you
propose
,
my
dear
.
Mr.
Lydgate
has
virtually
rejected
any
further
service
from
me
.
He
has
returned
the
thousand
pounds
which
I
lent
him
.
Mrs.
Casaubon
advanced
him
the
sum
for
that
purpose
.
Here
is
his
letter
.
"
The
letter
seemed
to
cut
Mrs.
Bulstrode
severely
.
The
mention
of
Mrs.
Casaubon
's
loan
seemed
a
reflection
of
that
public
feeling
which
held
it
a
matter
of
course
that
every
one
would
avoid
a
connection
with
her
husband
.
She
was
silent
for
some
time
;
and
the
tears
fell
one
after
the
other
,
her
chin
trembling
as
she
wiped
them
away
.
Bulstrode
,
sitting
opposite
to
her
,
ached
at
the
sight
of
that
grief-worn
face
,
which
two
months
before
had
been
bright
and
blooming
.
It
had
aged
to
keep
sad
company
with
his
own
withered
features
.
Urged
into
some
effort
at
comforting
her
,
he
said
—
"
There
is
another
means
,
Harriet
,
by
which
I
might
do
a
service
to
your
brother
's
family
,
if
you
like
to
act
in
it
.
And
it
would
,
I
think
,
be
beneficial
to
you
:
it
would
be
an
advantageous
way
of
managing
the
land
which
I
mean
to
be
yours
.
"
She
looked
attentive
.
"
Garth
once
thought
of
undertaking
the
management
of
Stone
Court
in
order
to
place
your
nephew
Fred
there
.
The
stock
was
to
remain
as
it
is
,
and
they
were
to
pay
a
certain
share
of
the
profits
instead
of
an
ordinary
rent
.
That
would
be
a
desirable
beginning
for
the
young
man
,
in
conjunction
with
his
employment
under
Garth
.
Would
it
be
a
satisfaction
to
you
?
"
"
Yes
,
it
would
,
"
said
Mrs.
Bulstrode
,
with
some
return
of
energy
.
"
Poor
Walter
is
so
cast
down
;
I
would
try
anything
in
my
power
to
do
him
some
good
before
I
go
away
.
We
have
always
been
brother
and
sister
.
"
"
You
must
make
the
proposal
to
Garth
yourself
,
Harriet
,
"
said
Mr.
Bulstrode
,
not
liking
what
he
had
to
say
,
but
desiring
the
end
he
had
in
view
,
for
other
reasons
besides
the
consolation
of
his
wife
.
"
You
must
state
to
him
that
the
land
is
virtually
yours
,
and
that
he
need
have
no
transactions
with
me
.
Communications
can
be
made
through
Standish
.
I
mention
this
,
because
Garth
gave
up
being
my
agent
.
I
can
put
into
your
hands
a
paper
which
he
himself
drew
up
,
stating
conditions
;
and
you
can
propose
his
renewed
acceptance
of
them
.
I
think
it
is
not
unlikely
that
he
will
accept
when
you
propose
the
thing
for
the
sake
of
your
nephew
.
"
CHAPTER
LXXXVI
.
"
Le
coeur
se
sature
d'amour
comme
d'un
sel
divin
qui
le
conserve
;
de
la
l'incorruptible
adhérence
de
ceux
qui
se
sont
aimés
dès
l'aube
de
la
vie
,
et
la
fraicheur
des
vielles
amours
prolongés
.
Il
existe
un
embaumement
d'amour
.
C'est
de
Daphnis
et
Chloe
que
sont
faits
Philémon
et
Baucis
.
Cette
vieillesse
là
,
ressemblance
du
soir
avec
l'aurore
.
"
—
VICTOR
HUGO
:
L'homme
qui
rit
.
Mrs.
Garth
,
hearing
Caleb
enter
the
passage
about
tea-time
,
opened
the
parlor-door
and
said
,
"
There
you
are
,
Caleb
.
Have
you
had
your
dinner
?
"
(
Mr.
Garth
's
meals
were
much
subordinated
to
"
business
.
"
)
"
Oh
yes
,
a
good
dinner
—
cold
mutton
and
I
do
n't
know
what
.
Where
is
Mary
?
"
"
In
the
garden
with
Letty
,
I
think
.
"
"
Fred
is
not
come
yet
?
"
"
No.
Are
you
going
out
again
without
taking
tea
,
Caleb
?
"
said
Mrs.
Garth
,
seeing
that
her
absent-minded
husband
was
putting
on
again
the
hat
which
he
had
just
taken
off
.
"
No
,
no
;
I
'm
only
going
to
Mary
a
minute
.
"
Mary
was
in
a
grassy
corner
of
the
garden
,
where
there
was
a
swing
loftily
hung
between
two
pear-trees
.
She
had
a
pink
kerchief
tied
over
her
head
,
making
a
little
poke
to
shade
her
eyes
from
the
level
sunbeams
,
while
she
was
giving
a
glorious
swing
to
Letty
,
who
laughed
and
screamed
wildly
.
Seeing
her
father
,
Mary
left
the
swing
and
went
to
meet
him
,
pushing
back
the
pink
kerchief
and
smiling
afar
off
at
him
with
the
involuntary
smile
of
loving
pleasure
.
"
I
came
to
look
for
you
,
Mary
,
"
said
Mr.
Garth
.
"
Let
us
walk
about
a
bit
.
"
Mary
knew
quite
well
that
her
father
had
something
particular
to
say
:
his
eyebrows
made
their
pathetic
angle
,
and
there
was
a
tender
gravity
in
his
voice
:
these
things
had
been
signs
to
her
when
she
was
Letty
's
age
.
She
put
her
arm
within
his
,
and
they
turned
by
the
row
of
nut-trees
.
"
It
will
be
a
sad
while
before
you
can
be
married
,
Mary
,
"
said
her
father
,
not
looking
at
her
,
but
at
the
end
of
the
stick
which
he
held
in
his
other
hand
.
"
Not
a
sad
while
,
father
—
I
mean
to
be
merry
,
"
said
Mary
,
laughingly
.
"
I
have
been
single
and
merry
for
four-and-twenty
years
and
more
:
I
suppose
it
will
not
be
quite
as
long
again
as
that
.
"
Then
,
after
a
little
pause
,
she
said
,
more
gravely
,
bending
her
face
before
her
father
's
,
"
If
you
are
contented
with
Fred
?
"
Caleb
screwed
up
his
mouth
and
turned
his
head
aside
wisely
.
"
Now
,
father
,
you
did
praise
him
last
Wednesday
.
You
said
he
had
an
uncommon
notion
of
stock
,
and
a
good
eye
for
things
.
"
"
Did
I
?
"
said
Caleb
,
rather
slyly
.
"
Yes
,
I
put
it
all
down
,
and
the
date
,
anno
Domini
,
and
everything
,
"
said
Mary
.
"
You
like
things
to
be
neatly
booked
.
And
then
his
behavior
to
you
,
father
,
is
really
good
;
he
has
a
deep
respect
for
you
;
and
it
is
impossible
to
have
a
better
temper
than
Fred
has
.
"
"
Ay
,
ay
;
you
want
to
coax
me
into
thinking
him
a
fine
match
.
"
"
No
,
indeed
,
father
.
I
do
n't
love
him
because
he
is
a
fine
match
.
"
"
What
for
,
then
?
"
"
Oh
,
dear
,
because
I
have
always
loved
him
.
I
should
never
like
scolding
any
one
else
so
well
;
and
that
is
a
point
to
be
thought
of
in
a
husband
.
"
"
Your
mind
is
quite
settled
,
then
,
Mary
?
"
said
Caleb
,
returning
to
his
first
tone
.
"
There
's
no
other
wish
come
into
it
since
things
have
been
going
on
as
they
have
been
of
late
?
"
(
Caleb
meant
a
great
deal
in
that
vague
phrase
;
)
"
because
,
better
late
than
never
.
A
woman
must
not
force
her
heart
—
she
'll
do
a
man
no
good
by
that
.
"
"
My
feelings
have
not
changed
,
father
,
"
said
Mary
,
calmly
.
"
I
shall
be
constant
to
Fred
as
long
as
he
is
constant
to
me
.
I
do
n't
think
either
of
us
could
spare
the
other
,
or
like
any
one
else
better
,
however
much
we
might
admire
them
.
It
would
make
too
great
a
difference
to
us
—
like
seeing
all
the
old
places
altered
,
and
changing
the
name
for
everything
.
We
must
wait
for
each
other
a
long
while
;
but
Fred
knows
that
.
"
Instead
of
speaking
immediately
,
Caleb
stood
still
and
screwed
his
stick
on
the
grassy
walk
.
Then
he
said
,
with
emotion
in
his
voice
,
"
Well
,
I
've
got
a
bit
of
news
.
What
do
you
think
of
Fred
going
to
live
at
Stone
Court
,
and
managing
the
land
there
?
"
"
How
can
that
ever
be
,
father
?
"
said
Mary
,
wonderingly
.
"
He
would
manage
it
for
his
aunt
Bulstrode
.
The
poor
woman
has
been
to
me
begging
and
praying
.
She
wants
to
do
the
lad
good
,
and
it
might
be
a
fine
thing
for
him
.
With
saving
,
he
might
gradually
buy
the
stock
,
and
he
has
a
turn
for
farming
.
"
"
Oh
,
Fred
would
be
so
happy
!
It
is
too
good
to
believe
.
"
"
Ah
,
but
mind
you
,
"
said
Caleb
,
turning
his
head
warningly
,
"
I
must
take
it
on
my
shoulders
,
and
be
responsible
,
and
see
after
everything
;
and
that
will
grieve
your
mother
a
bit
,
though
she
may
n't
say
so
.
Fred
had
need
be
careful
.
"
"
Perhaps
it
is
too
much
,
father
,
"
said
Mary
,
checked
in
her
joy
.
"
There
would
be
no
happiness
in
bringing
you
any
fresh
trouble
.
"
"
Nay
,
nay
;
work
is
my
delight
,
child
,
when
it
does
n't
vex
your
mother
.
And
then
,
if
you
and
Fred
get
married
,
"
here
Caleb
's
voice
shook
just
perceptibly
,
"
he
'll
be
steady
and
saving
;
and
you
've
got
your
mother
's
cleverness
,
and
mine
too
,
in
a
woman
's
sort
of
way
;
and
you
'll
keep
him
in
order
.
He
'll
be
coming
by-and-by
,
so
I
wanted
to
tell
you
first
,
because
I
think
you
'd
like
to
tell
him
by
yourselves
.
After
that
,
I
could
talk
it
well
over
with
him
,
and
we
could
go
into
business
and
the
nature
of
things
.
"
"
Oh
,
you
dear
good
father
!
"
cried
Mary
,
putting
her
hands
round
her
father
's
neck
,
while
he
bent
his
head
placidly
,
willing
to
be
caressed
.
"
I
wonder
if
any
other
girl
thinks
her
father
the
best
man
in
the
world
!
"
"
Nonsense
,
child
;
you
'll
think
your
husband
better
.
"
"
Impossible
,
"
said
Mary
,
relapsing
into
her
usual
tone
;
"
husbands
are
an
inferior
class
of
men
,
who
require
keeping
in
order
.
"
When
they
were
entering
the
house
with
Letty
,
who
had
run
to
join
them
,
Mary
saw
Fred
at
the
orchard-gate
,
and
went
to
meet
him
.
"
What
fine
clothes
you
wear
,
you
extravagant
youth
!
"
said
Mary
,
as
Fred
stood
still
and
raised
his
hat
to
her
with
playful
formality
.
"
You
are
not
learning
economy
.
"
"
Now
that
is
too
bad
,
Mary
,
"
said
Fred
.
"
Just
look
at
the
edges
of
these
coat-cuffs
!
It
is
only
by
dint
of
good
brushing
that
I
look
respectable
.
I
am
saving
up
three
suits
—
one
for
a
wedding-suit
.
"
"
How
very
droll
you
will
look
!
—
like
a
gentleman
in
an
old
fashion-book
.
"
"
Oh
no
,
they
will
keep
two
years
.
"
"
Two
years
!
be
reasonable
,
Fred
,
"
said
Mary
,
turning
to
walk
.
"
Do
n't
encourage
flattering
expectations
.
"
"
Why
not
?
One
lives
on
them
better
than
on
unflattering
ones
.
If
we
ca
n't
be
married
in
two
years
,
the
truth
will
be
quite
bad
enough
when
it
comes
.
"
"
I
have
heard
a
story
of
a
young
gentleman
who
once
encouraged
flattering
expectations
,
and
they
did
him
harm
.
"
"
Mary
,
if
you
've
got
something
discouraging
to
tell
me
,
I
shall
bolt
;
I
shall
go
into
the
house
to
Mr.
Garth
.
I
am
out
of
spirits
.
My
father
is
so
cut
up
—
home
is
not
like
itself
.
I
ca
n't
bear
any
more
bad
news
.
"
"
Should
you
call
it
bad
news
to
be
told
that
you
were
to
live
at
Stone
Court
,
and
manage
the
farm
,
and
be
remarkably
prudent
,
and
save
money
every
year
till
all
the
stock
and
furniture
were
your
own
,
and
you
were
a
distinguished
agricultural
character
,
as
Mr.
Borthrop
Trumbull
says
—
rather
stout
,
I
fear
,
and
with
the
Greek
and
Latin
sadly
weather-worn
?
"
"
You
do
n't
mean
anything
except
nonsense
,
Mary
?
"
said
Fred
,
colouring
slightly
nevertheless
.
"
That
is
what
my
father
has
just
told
me
of
as
what
may
happen
,
and
he
never
talks
nonsense
,
"
said
Mary
,
looking
up
at
Fred
now
,
while
he
grasped
her
hand
as
they
walked
,
till
it
rather
hurt
her
;
but
she
would
not
complain
.
"
Oh
,
I
could
be
a
tremendously
good
fellow
then
,
Mary
,
and
we
could
be
married
directly
.
"
"
Not
so
fast
,
sir
;
how
do
you
know
that
I
would
not
rather
defer
our
marriage
for
some
years
?
That
would
leave
you
time
to
misbehave
,
and
then
if
I
liked
some
one
else
better
,
I
should
have
an
excuse
for
jilting
you
.
"
"
Pray
do
n't
joke
,
Mary
,
"
said
Fred
,
with
strong
feeling
.
"
Tell
me
seriously
that
all
this
is
true
,
and
that
you
are
happy
because
of
it
—
because
you
love
me
best
.
"
"
It
is
all
true
,
Fred
,
and
I
am
happy
because
of
it
—
because
I
love
you
best
,
"
said
Mary
,
in
a
tone
of
obedient
recitation
.
They
lingered
on
the
door-step
under
the
steep-roofed
porch
,
and
Fred
almost
in
a
whisper
said
—
"
When
we
were
first
engaged
,
with
the
umbrella-ring
,
Mary
,
you
used
to
—
"
The
spirit
of
joy
began
to
laugh
more
decidedly
in
Mary
's
eyes
,
but
the
fatal
Ben
came
running
to
the
door
with
Brownie
yapping
behind
him
,
and
,
bouncing
against
them
,
said
—
"
Fred
and
Mary
!
are
you
ever
coming
in
?
—
or
may
I
eat
your
cake
?
"
FINALE
.
Every
limit
is
