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'
Wanted
to
see
what
it
was
like
,
'
returned
Louisa
,
shortly
.
'
What
it
was
like
?
'
'
Yes
,
father
.
'
There
was
an
air
of
jaded
sullenness
in
them
both
,
and
particularly
in
the
girl
:
yet
,
struggling
through
the
dissatisfaction
of
her
face
,
there
was
a
light
with
nothing
to
rest
upon
,
a
fire
with
nothing
to
burn
,
a
starved
imagination
keeping
life
in
itself
somehow
,
which
brightened
its
expression
.
Not
with
the
brightness
natural
to
cheerful
youth
,
but
with
uncertain
,
eager
,
doubtful
flashes
,
which
had
something
painful
in
them
,
analogous
to
the
changes
on
a
blind
face
groping
its
way
.
She
was
a
child
now
,
of
fifteen
or
sixteen
;
but
at
no
distant
day
would
seem
to
become
a
woman
all
at
once
.
Her
father
thought
so
as
he
looked
at
her
.
She
was
pretty
.
Would
have
been
self-willed
(
he
thought
in
his
eminently
practical
way
)
but
for
her
bringing-up
.
'
Thomas
,
though
I
have
the
fact
before
me
,
I
find
it
difficult
to
believe
that
you
,
with
your
education
and
resources
,
should
have
brought
your
sister
to
a
scene
like
this
.
'
'
I
brought
him
,
father
,
'
said
Louisa
,
quickly
.
'
I
asked
him
to
come
.
'
'
I
am
sorry
to
hear
it
.
I
am
very
sorry
indeed
to
hear
it
.
It
makes
Thomas
no
better
,
and
it
makes
you
worse
,
Louisa
.
'
She
looked
at
her
father
again
,
but
no
tear
fell
down
her
cheek
.
'
You
!
Thomas
and
you
,
to
whom
the
circle
of
the
sciences
is
open
;
Thomas
and
you
,
who
may
be
said
to
be
replete
with
facts
;
Thomas
and
you
,
who
have
been
trained
to
mathematical
exactness
;
Thomas
and
you
,
here
!
'
cried
Mr
