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‘
Why
,
because
Annie
’
s
a
charming
young
girl
,
and
the
old
Doctor
—
Doctor
Strong
,
I
mean
—
is
not
quite
a
charming
young
boy
,
’
said
Mr
.
Jack
Maldon
,
laughing
.
‘
No
offence
to
anybody
,
Mr
.
Wickfield
.
I
only
mean
that
I
suppose
some
compensation
is
fair
and
reasonable
in
that
sort
of
marriage
.
’
‘
Compensation
to
the
lady
,
sir
?
’
asked
Mr
.
Wickfield
gravely
.
‘
To
the
lady
,
sir
,
’
Mr
.
Jack
Maldon
answered
,
laughing
.
But
appearing
to
remark
that
Mr
.
Wickfield
went
on
with
his
dinner
in
the
same
sedate
,
immovable
manner
,
and
that
there
was
no
hope
of
making
him
relax
a
muscle
of
his
face
,
he
added
:
‘
However
,
I
have
said
what
I
came
to
say
,
and
,
with
another
apology
for
this
intrusion
,
I
may
take
myself
off
.
Of
course
I
shall
observe
your
directions
,
in
considering
the
matter
as
one
to
be
arranged
between
you
and
me
solely
,
and
not
to
be
referred
to
,
up
at
the
Doctor
’
s
.
’
‘
Have
you
dined
?
’
asked
Mr
.
Wickfield
,
with
a
motion
of
his
hand
towards
the
table
.
‘
Thank
’
ee
.
I
am
going
to
dine
,
’
said
Mr
.
Maldon
,
‘
with
my
cousin
Annie
.
Good
-
bye
!
’
Mr
.
Wickfield
,
without
rising
,
looked
after
him
thoughtfully
as
he
went
out
.
He
was
rather
a
shallow
sort
of
young
gentleman
,
I
thought
,
with
a
handsome
face
,
a
rapid
utterance
,
and
a
confident
,
bold
air
.
And
this
was
the
first
I
ever
saw
of
Mr
.
Jack
Maldon
;
whom
I
had
not
expected
to
see
so
soon
,
when
I
heard
the
Doctor
speak
of
him
that
morning
.
When
we
had
dined
,
we
went
upstairs
again
,
where
everything
went
on
exactly
as
on
the
previous
day
.
Agnes
set
the
glasses
and
decanters
in
the
same
corner
,
and
Mr
.
Wickfield
sat
down
to
drink
,
and
drank
a
good
deal
.
Agnes
played
the
piano
to
him
,
sat
by
him
,
and
worked
and
talked
,
and
played
some
games
at
dominoes
with
me
.
In
good
time
she
made
tea
;
and
afterwards
,
when
I
brought
down
my
books
,
looked
into
them
,
and
showed
me
what
she
knew
of
them
(
which
was
no
slight
matter
,
though
she
said
it
was
)
,
and
what
was
the
best
way
to
learn
and
understand
them
.
I
see
her
,
with
her
modest
,
orderly
,
placid
manner
,
and
I
hear
her
beautiful
calm
voice
,
as
I
write
these
words
.
The
influence
for
all
good
,
which
she
came
to
exercise
over
me
at
a
later
time
,
begins
already
to
descend
upon
my
breast
.
I
love
little
Em
’
ly
,
and
I
don
’
t
love
Agnes
—
no
,
not
at
all
in
that
way
—
but
I
feel
that
there
are
goodness
,
peace
,
and
truth
,
wherever
Agnes
is
;
and
that
the
soft
light
of
the
coloured
window
in
the
church
,
seen
long
ago
,
falls
on
her
always
,
and
on
me
when
I
am
near
her
,
and
on
everything
around
.
The
time
having
come
for
her
withdrawal
for
the
night
,
and
she
having
left
us
,
I
gave
Mr
.
Wickfield
my
hand
,
preparatory
to
going
away
myself
.
But
he
checked
me
and
said
:
‘
Should
you
like
to
stay
with
us
,
Trotwood
,
or
to
go
elsewhere
?
’
