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She
was
not
coldly
clever
and
indirectly
satirical
,
but
adorably
simple
and
full
of
feeling
.
She
was
an
angel
beguiled
.
It
would
be
a
unique
delight
to
wait
and
watch
for
the
melodious
fragments
in
which
her
heart
and
soul
came
forth
so
directly
and
ingenuously
.
The
AEolian
harp
again
came
into
his
mind
.
She
must
have
made
some
original
romance
for
herself
in
this
marriage
.
And
if
Mr
.
Casaubon
had
been
a
dragon
who
had
carried
her
off
to
his
lair
with
his
talons
simply
and
without
legal
forms
,
it
would
have
been
an
unavoidable
feat
of
heroism
to
release
her
and
fall
at
her
feet
.
But
he
was
something
more
unmanageable
than
a
dragon
:
he
was
a
benefactor
with
collective
society
at
his
back
,
and
he
was
at
that
moment
entering
the
room
in
all
the
unimpeachable
correctness
of
his
demeanor
,
while
Dorothea
was
looking
animated
with
a
newly
roused
alarm
and
regret
,
and
Will
was
looking
animated
with
his
admiring
speculation
about
her
feelings
.
Mr
.
Casaubon
felt
a
surprise
which
was
quite
unmixed
with
pleasure
,
but
he
did
not
swerve
from
his
usual
politeness
of
greeting
,
when
Will
rose
and
explained
his
presence
.
Mr
.
Casaubon
was
less
happy
than
usual
,
and
this
perhaps
made
him
look
all
the
dimmer
and
more
faded
;
else
,
the
effect
might
easily
have
been
produced
by
the
contrast
of
his
young
cousin
’
s
appearance
.
The
first
impression
on
seeing
Will
was
one
of
sunny
brightness
,
which
added
to
the
uncertainty
of
his
changing
expression
.
Surely
,
his
very
features
changed
their
form
,
his
jaw
looked
sometimes
large
and
sometimes
small
;
and
the
little
ripple
in
his
nose
was
a
preparation
for
metamorphosis
.
When
he
turned
his
head
quickly
his
hair
seemed
to
shake
out
light
,
and
some
persons
thought
they
saw
decided
genius
in
this
coruscation
.
Mr
.
Casaubon
,
on
the
contrary
,
stood
rayless
.
As
Dorothea
’
s
eyes
were
turned
anxiously
on
her
husband
she
was
perhaps
not
insensible
to
the
contrast
,
but
it
was
only
mingled
with
other
causes
in
making
her
more
conscious
of
that
new
alarm
on
his
behalf
which
was
the
first
stirring
of
a
pitying
tenderness
fed
by
the
realities
of
his
lot
and
not
by
her
own
dreams
.
Yet
it
was
a
source
of
greater
freedom
to
her
that
Will
was
there
;
his
young
equality
was
agreeable
,
and
also
perhaps
his
openness
to
conviction
.
She
felt
an
immense
need
of
some
one
to
speak
to
,
and
she
had
never
before
seen
any
one
who
seemed
so
quick
and
pliable
,
so
likely
to
understand
everything
.
Mr
.
Casaubon
gravely
hoped
that
Will
was
passing
his
time
profitably
as
well
as
pleasantly
in
Rome
—
had
thought
his
intention
was
to
remain
in
South
Germany
—
but
begged
him
to
come
and
dine
to
-
morrow
,
when
he
could
converse
more
at
large
:
at
present
he
was
somewhat
weary
.
Ladislaw
understood
,
and
accepting
the
invitation
immediately
took
his
leave
.
Dorothea
’
s
eyes
followed
her
husband
anxiously
,
while
he
sank
down
wearily
at
the
end
of
a
sofa
,
and
resting
his
elbow
supported
his
head
and
looked
on
the
floor
.
A
little
flushed
,
and
with
bright
eyes
,
she
seated
herself
beside
him
,
and
said
—
"
Forgive
me
for
speaking
so
hastily
to
you
this
morning
.
I
was
wrong
.
I
fear
I
hurt
you
and
made
the
day
more
burdensome
.
"
"
I
am
glad
that
you
feel
that
,
my
dear
,
"
said
Mr
.
Casaubon
.
He
spoke
quietly
and
bowed
.
his
head
a
little
,
but
there
was
still
an
uneasy
feeling
in
his
eyes
as
he
looked
at
her
.
