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We
have
three
daughters
besides
this
son
of
whom
I
have
spoken
,
and
being
fortunately
able
to
give
them
greater
advantages
than
we
have
had
ourselves
,
we
have
educated
them
well
,
very
well
.
It
has
been
one
of
our
great
cares
and
pleasures
to
make
them
worthy
of
any
station
.
"
A
little
boastfulness
in
his
fatherly
tone
here
,
as
if
he
added
in
his
heart
,
"
even
of
the
Chesney
Wold
station
.
"
Not
a
little
more
magnificence
,
therefore
,
on
the
part
of
Sir
Leicester
.
"
All
this
is
so
frequent
,
Lady
Dedlock
,
where
I
live
,
and
among
the
class
to
which
I
belong
,
that
what
would
be
generally
called
unequal
marriages
are
not
of
such
rare
occurrence
with
us
as
elsewhere
.
A
son
will
sometimes
make
it
known
to
his
father
that
he
has
fallen
in
love
,
say
,
with
a
young
woman
in
the
factory
.
The
father
,
who
once
worked
in
a
factory
himself
,
will
be
a
little
disappointed
at
first
very
possibly
.
It
may
be
that
he
had
other
views
for
his
son
.
However
,
the
chances
are
that
having
ascertained
the
young
woman
to
be
of
unblemished
character
,
he
will
say
to
his
son
,
’
I
must
be
quite
sure
you
are
in
earnest
here
.
This
is
a
serious
matter
for
both
of
you
.
Therefore
I
shall
have
this
girl
educated
for
two
years
,
’
or
it
may
be
,
’
I
shall
place
this
girl
at
the
same
school
with
your
sisters
for
such
a
time
,
during
which
you
will
give
me
your
word
and
honour
to
see
her
only
so
often
.
If
at
the
expiration
of
that
time
,
when
she
has
so
far
profited
by
her
advantages
as
that
you
may
be
upon
a
fair
equality
,
you
are
both
in
the
same
mind
,
I
will
do
my
part
to
make
you
happy
.
’
I
know
of
several
cases
such
as
I
describe
,
my
Lady
,
and
I
think
they
indicate
to
me
my
own
course
now
.
"
Sir
Leicester
’
s
magnificence
explodes
.
Calmly
,
but
terribly
.
"
Mr
.
Rouncewell
,
"
says
Sir
Leicester
with
his
right
hand
in
the
breast
of
his
blue
coat
,
the
attitude
of
state
in
which
he
is
painted
in
the
gallery
,
"
do
you
draw
a
parallel
between
Chesney
Wold
and
a
—
"
Here
he
resists
a
disposition
to
choke
,
"
a
factory
?
"
"
I
need
not
reply
,
Sir
Leicester
,
that
the
two
places
are
very
different
;
but
for
the
purposes
of
this
case
,
I
think
a
parallel
may
be
justly
drawn
between
them
.
"
Sir
Leicester
directs
his
majestic
glance
down
one
side
of
the
long
drawing
-
room
and
up
the
other
before
he
can
believe
that
he
is
awake
.
"
Are
you
aware
,
sir
,
that
this
young
woman
whom
my
Lady
—
my
Lady
—
has
placed
near
her
person
was
brought
up
at
the
village
school
outside
the
gates
?
"
"
Sir
Leicester
,
I
am
quite
aware
of
it
.
A
very
good
school
it
is
,
and
handsomely
supported
by
this
family
.
"
"
Then
,
Mr
.
Rouncewell
,
"
returns
Sir
Leicester
,
"
the
application
of
what
you
have
said
is
,
to
me
,
incomprehensible
.
"
"
Will
it
be
more
comprehensible
,
Sir
Leicester
,
if
I
say
,
"
the
ironmaster
is
reddening
a
little
,
"
that
I
do
not
regard
the
village
school
as
teaching
everything
desirable
to
be
known
by
my
son
’
s
wife
?
"
From
the
village
school
of
Chesney
Wold
,
intact
as
it
is
this
minute
,
to
the
whole
framework
of
society
;
from
the
whole
framework
of
society
,
to
the
aforesaid
framework
receiving
tremendous
cracks
in
consequence
of
people
(
iron
-
masters
,
lead
-
mistresses
,
and
what
not
)
not
minding
their
catechism
,
and
getting
out
of
the
station
unto
which
they
are
called
—
necessarily
and
for
ever
,
according
to
Sir
Leicester
’
s
rapid
logic
,
the
first
station
in
which
they
happen
to
find
themselves
;
and
from
that
,
to
their
educating
other
people
out
of
THEIR
stations
,
and
so
obliterating
the
landmarks
,
and
opening
the
floodgates
,
and
all
the
rest
of
it
;
this
is
the
swift
progress
of
the
Dedlock
mind
.
"
My
Lady
,
I
beg
your
pardon
.
Permit
me
,
for
one
moment
!
"
She
has
given
a
faint
indication
of
intending
to
speak
.
"
Mr
.
Rouncewell
,
our
views
of
duty
,
and
our
views
of
station
,
and
our
views
of
education
,
and
our
views
of
—
in
short
,
ALL
our
views
—
are
so
diametrically
opposed
,
that
to
prolong
this
discussion
must
be
repellent
to
your
feelings
and
repellent
to
my
own
.
This
young
woman
is
honoured
with
my
Lady
’
s
notice
and
favour
.
If
she
wishes
to
withdraw
herself
from
that
notice
and
favour
or
if
she
chooses
to
place
herself
under
the
influence
of
any
one
who
may
in
his
peculiar
opinions
—
you
will
allow
me
to
say
,
in
his
peculiar
opinions
,
though
I
readily
admit
that
he
is
not
accountable
for
them
to
me
—
who
may
,
in
his
peculiar
opinions
,
withdraw
her
from
that
notice
and
favour
,
she
is
at
any
time
at
liberty
to
do
so
.
We
are
obliged
to
you
for
the
plainness
with
which
you
have
spoken
.
It
will
have
no
effect
of
itself
,
one
way
or
other
,
on
the
young
woman
’
s
position
here
.
Beyond
this
,
we
can
make
no
terms
;
and
here
we
beg
—
if
you
will
be
so
good
—
to
leave
the
subject
.
"
The
visitor
pauses
a
moment
to
give
my
Lady
an
opportunity
,
but
she
says
nothing
.
He
then
rises
and
replies
,
"
Sir
Leicester
and
Lady
Dedlock
,
allow
me
to
thank
you
for
your
attention
and
only
to
observe
that
I
shall
very
seriously
recommend
my
son
to
conquer
his
present
inclinations
.
Good
night
!
"
"
Mr
.
Rouncewell
,
"
says
Sir
Leicester
with
all
the
nature
of
a
gentleman
shining
in
him
,
"
it
is
late
,
and
the
roads
are
dark
.
I
hope
your
time
is
not
so
precious
but
that
you
will
allow
my
Lady
and
myself
to
offer
you
the
hospitality
of
Chesney
Wold
,
for
to
-
night
at
least
.
"
"
I
hope
so
,
"
adds
my
Lady
.
"
I
am
much
obliged
to
you
,
but
I
have
to
travel
all
night
in
order
to
reach
a
distant
part
of
the
country
punctually
at
an
appointed
time
in
the
morning
.
"
Therewith
the
ironmaster
takes
his
departure
,
Sir
Leicester
ringing
the
bell
and
my
Lady
rising
as
he
leaves
the
room
.
When
my
Lady
goes
to
her
boudoir
,
she
sits
down
thoughtfully
by
the
fire
,
and
inattentive
to
the
Ghost
’
s
Walk
,
looks
at
Rosa
,
writing
in
an
inner
room
.
Presently
my
Lady
calls
her
.
"
Come
to
me
,
child
.
Tell
me
the
truth
.
Are
you
in
love
?
"
"
Oh
!
My
Lady
!
"
My
Lady
,
looking
at
the
downcast
and
blushing
face
,
says
smiling
,
"
Who
is
it
?
Is
it
Mrs
.
Rouncewell
’
s
grandson
?
"
"
Yes
,
if
you
please
,
my
Lady
.
But
I
don
’
t
know
that
I
am
in
love
with
him
—
yet
.
"
"
Yet
,
you
silly
little
thing
!
Do
you
know
that
he
loves
YOU
,
yet
?
"
"
I
think
he
likes
me
a
little
,
my
Lady
.
"
And
Rosa
bursts
into
tears
.
Is
this
Lady
Dedlock
standing
beside
the
village
beauty
,
smoothing
her
dark
hair
with
that
motherly
touch
,
and
watching
her
with
eyes
so
full
of
musing
interest
?
Aye
,
indeed
it
is
!
"
Listen
to
me
,
child
.
You
are
young
and
true
,
and
I
believe
you
are
attached
to
me
.
"
"
Indeed
I
am
,
my
Lady
.
Indeed
there
is
nothing
in
the
world
I
wouldn
’
t
do
to
show
how
much
.
"
"
And
I
don
’
t
think
you
would
wish
to
leave
me
just
yet
,
Rosa
,
even
for
a
lover
?
"
"
No
,
my
Lady
!
Oh
,
no
!
"
Rosa
looks
up
for
the
first
time
,
quite
frightened
at
the
thought
.
"
Confide
in
me
,
my
child
.
Don
’
t
fear
me
.
I
wish
you
to
be
happy
,
and
will
make
you
so
—
if
I
can
make
anybody
happy
on
this
earth
.
"
Rosa
,
with
fresh
tears
,
kneels
at
her
feet
and
kisses
her
hand
.
My
Lady
takes
the
hand
with
which
she
has
caught
it
,
and
standing
with
her
eyes
fixed
on
the
fire
,
puts
it
about
and
about
between
her
own
two
hands
,
and
gradually
lets
it
fall
.
Seeing
her
so
absorbed
,
Rosa
softly
withdraws
;
but
still
my
Lady
’
s
eyes
are
on
the
fire
In
search
of
what
?
Of
any
hand
that
is
no
more
,
of
any
hand
that
never
was
,
of
any
touch
that
might
have
magically
changed
her
life
?
Or
does
she
listen
to
the
Ghost
’
s
Walk
and
think
what
step
does
it
most
resemble
?
A
man
’
s
?
A
woman
’
s
?
The
pattering
of
a
little
child
’
s
feet
,
ever
coming
on
—
on
—
on
?
Some
melancholy
influence
is
upon
her
,
or
why
should
so
proud
a
lady
close
the
doors
and
sit
alone
upon
the
hearth
so
desolate
?
Volumnia
is
away
next
day
,
and
all
the
cousins
are
scattered
before
dinner
.
Not
a
cousin
of
the
batch
but
is
amazed
to
hear
from
Sir
Leicester
at
breakfast
-
time
of
the
obliteration
of
landmarks
,
and
opening
of
floodgates
,
and
cracking
of
the
framework
of
society
,
manifested
through
Mrs
.
Rouncewell
’
s
son
.
Not
a
cousin
of
the
batch
but
is
really
indignant
,
and
connects
it
with
the
feebleness
of
William
Buffy
when
in
office
,
and
really
does
feel
deprived
of
a
stake
in
the
country
—
or
the
pension
list
—
or
something
—
by
fraud
and
wrong
.
As
to
Volumnia
,
she
is
handed
down
the
great
staircase
by
Sir
Leicester
,
as
eloquent
upon
the
theme
as
if
there
were
a
general
rising
in
the
north
of
England
to
obtain
her
rouge
-
pot
and
pearl
necklace
.
And
thus
,
with
a
clatter
of
maids
and
valets
—
for
it
is
one
appurtenance
of
their
cousinship
that
however
difficult
they
may
find
it
to
keep
themselves
,
they
MUST
keep
maids
and
valets
—
the
cousins
disperse
to
the
four
winds
of
heaven
;
and
the
one
wintry
wind
that
blows
to
-
day
shakes
a
shower
from
the
trees
near
the
deserted
house
,
as
if
all
the
cousins
had
been
changed
into
leaves
.
Chesney
Wold
is
shut
up
,
carpets
are
rolled
into
great
scrolls
in
corners
of
comfortless
rooms
,
bright
damask
does
penance
in
brown
holland
,
carving
and
gilding
puts
on
mortification
,
and
the
Dedlock
ancestors
retire
from
the
light
of
day
again
.
Around
and
around
the
house
the
leaves
fall
thick
,
but
never
fast
,
for
they
come
circling
down
with
a
dead
lightness
that
is
sombre
and
slow
.
Let
the
gardener
sweep
and
sweep
the
turf
as
he
will
,
and
press
the
leaves
into
full
barrows
,
and
wheel
them
off
,
still
they
lie
ankle
-
deep
.
Howls
the
shrill
wind
round
Chesney
Wold
;
the
sharp
rain
beats
,
the
windows
rattle
,
and
the
chimneys
growl
.
Mists
hide
in
the
avenues
,
veil
the
points
of
view
,
and
move
in
funeral
-
wise
across
the
rising
grounds
.
On
all
the
house
there
is
a
cold
,
blank
smell
like
the
smell
of
a
little
church
,
though
something
dryer
,
suggesting
that
the
dead
and
buried
Dedlocks
walk
there
in
the
long
nights
and
leave
the
flavour
of
their
graves
behind
them
.
But
the
house
in
town
,
which
is
rarely
in
the
same
mind
as
Chesney
Wold
at
the
same
time
,
seldom
rejoicing
when
it
rejoices
or
mourning
when
it
mourns
,
excepting
when
a
Dedlock
dies
—
the
house
in
town
shines
out
awakened
.
As
warm
and
bright
as
so
much
state
may
be
,
as
delicately
redolent
of
pleasant
scents
that
bear
no
trace
of
winter
as
hothouse
flowers
can
make
it
,
soft
and
hushed
so
that
the
ticking
of
the
clocks
and
the
crisp
burning
of
the
fires
alone
disturb
the
stillness
in
the
rooms
,
it
seems
to
wrap
those
chilled
bones
of
Sir
Leicester
’
s
in
rainbow
-
coloured
wool
.
And
Sir
Leicester
is
glad
to
repose
in
dignified
contentment
before
the
great
fire
in
the
library
,
condescendingly
perusing
the
backs
of
his
books
or
honouring
the
fine
arts
with
a
glance
of
approbation
.
For
he
has
his
pictures
,
ancient
and
modern
.
Some
of
the
Fancy
Ball
School
in
which
art
occasionally
condescends
to
become
a
master
,
which
would
be
best
catalogued
like
the
miscellaneous
articles
in
a
sale
.
As
"
Three
high
-
backed
chairs
,
a
table
and
cover
,
long
-
necked
bottle
(
containing
wine
)
,
one
flask
,
one
Spanish
female
’
s
costume
,
three
-
quarter
face
portrait
of
Miss
Jogg
the
model
,
and
a
suit
of
armour
containing
Don
Quixote
.
"
Or
"
One
stone
terrace
(
cracked
)
,
one
gondola
in
distance
,
one
Venetian
senator
’
s
dress
complete
,
richly
embroidered
white
satin
costume
with
profile
portrait
of
Miss
Jogg
the
model
,
one
Scimitar
superbly
mounted
in
gold
with
jewelled
handle
,
elaborate
Moorish
dress
(
very
rare
)
,
and
Othello
.
"
Mr
.
Tulkinghorn
comes
and
goes
pretty
often
,
there
being
estate
business
to
do
,
leases
to
be
renewed
,
and
so
on
.
He
sees
my
Lady
pretty
often
,
too
;
and
he
and
she
are
as
composed
,
and
as
indifferent
,
and
take
as
little
heed
of
one
another
,
as
ever
.
Yet
it
may
be
that
my
Lady
fears
this
Mr
.
Tulkinghorn
and
that
he
knows
it
.
It
may
be
that
he
pursues
her
doggedly
and
steadily
,
with
no
touch
of
compunction
,
remorse
,
or
pity
.
It
may
be
that
her
beauty
and
all
the
state
and
brilliancy
surrounding
her
only
gives
him
the
greater
zest
for
what
he
is
set
upon
and
makes
him
the
more
inflexible
in
it
.
Whether
he
be
cold
and
cruel
,
whether
immovable
in
what
he
has
made
his
duty
,
whether
absorbed
in
love
of
power
,
whether
determined
to
have
nothing
hidden
from
him
in
ground
where
he
has
burrowed
among
secrets
all
his
life
,
whether
he
in
his
heart
despises
the
splendour
of
which
he
is
a
distant
beam
,
whether
he
is
always
treasuring
up
slights
and
offences
in
the
affability
of
his
gorgeous
clients
—
whether
he
be
any
of
this
,
or
all
of
this
,
it
may
be
that
my
Lady
had
better
have
five
thousand
pairs
of
fashionable
eyes
upon
her
,
in
distrustful
vigilance
,
than
the
two
eyes
of
this
rusty
lawyer
with
his
wisp
of
neckcloth
and
his
dull
black
breeches
tied
with
ribbons
at
the
knees
.
Sir
Leicester
sits
in
my
Lady
’
s
room
—
that
room
in
which
Mr
.
Tulkinghorn
read
the
affidavit
in
Jarndyce
and
Jarndyce
—
particularly
complacent
.
My
Lady
,
as
on
that
day
,
sits
before
the
fire
with
her
screen
in
her
hand
.
Sir
Leicester
is
particularly
complacent
because
he
has
found
in
his
newspaper
some
congenial
remarks
bearing
directly
on
the
floodgates
and
the
framework
of
society
.
They
apply
so
happily
to
the
late
case
that
Sir
Leicester
has
come
from
the
library
to
my
Lady
’
s
room
expressly
to
read
them
aloud
.
"
The
man
who
wrote
this
article
,
"
he
observes
by
way
of
preface
,
nodding
at
the
fire
as
if
he
were
nodding
down
at
the
man
from
a
mount
,
"
has
a
well
-
balanced
mind
.
"
The
man
’
s
mind
is
not
so
well
balanced
but
that
he
bores
my
Lady
,
who
,
after
a
languid
effort
to
listen
,
or
rather
a
languid
resignation
of
herself
to
a
show
of
listening
,
becomes
distraught
and
falls
into
a
contemplation
of
the
fire
as
if
it
were
her
fire
at
Chesney
Wold
,
and
she
had
never
left
it
.
Sir
Leicester
,
quite
unconscious
,
reads
on
through
his
double
eye
-
glass
,
occasionally
stopping
to
remove
his
glass
and
express
approval
,
as
"
Very
true
indeed
,
"
"
Very
properly
put
,
"
"
I
have
frequently
made
the
same
remark
myself
,
"
invariably
losing
his
place
after
each
observation
,
and
going
up
and
down
the
column
to
find
it
again
.
Sir
Leicester
is
reading
with
infinite
gravity
and
state
when
the
door
opens
,
and
the
Mercury
in
powder
makes
this
strange
announcement
,
"
The
young
man
,
my
Lady
,
of
the
name
of
Guppy
.
"
Sir
Leicester
pauses
,
stares
,
repeats
in
a
killing
voice
,
"
The
young
man
of
the
name
of
Guppy
?
"
Looking
round
,
he
beholds
the
young
man
of
the
name
of
Guppy
,
much
discomfited
and
not
presenting
a
very
impressive
letter
of
introduction
in
his
manner
and
appearance
.
"
Pray
,
"
says
Sir
Leicester
to
Mercury
,
"
what
do
you
mean
by
announcing
with
this
abruptness
a
young
man
of
the
name
of
Guppy
?
"
"
I
beg
your
pardon
,
Sir
Leicester
,
but
my
Lady
said
she
would
see
the
young
man
whenever
he
called
.
I
was
not
aware
that
you
were
here
,
Sir
Leicester
.
"
With
this
apology
,
Mercury
directs
a
scornful
and
indignant
look
at
the
young
man
of
the
name
of
Guppy
which
plainly
says
,
"
What
do
you
come
calling
here
for
and
getting
ME
into
a
row
?
"
"
It
’
s
quite
right
.
I
gave
him
those
directions
,
"
says
my
Lady
.
"
Let
the
young
man
wait
.
