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"
I
wish
I
could
ever
do
anything
that
would
be
what
you
call
kind
—
that
I
could
ever
be
of
the
slightest
service
to
you
I
fear
I
shall
never
have
the
opportunity
.
"
Will
spoke
with
fervor
.
"
Oh
yes
,
"
said
Dorothea
,
cordially
.
"
It
will
come
;
and
I
shall
remember
how
well
you
wish
me
.
I
quite
hoped
that
we
should
be
friends
when
I
first
saw
you
—
because
of
your
relationship
to
Mr
.
Casaubon
.
"
There
was
a
certain
liquid
brightness
in
her
eyes
,
and
Will
was
conscious
that
his
own
were
obeying
a
law
of
nature
and
filling
too
.
The
allusion
to
Mr
.
Casaubon
would
have
spoiled
all
if
anything
at
that
moment
could
have
spoiled
the
subduing
power
,
the
sweet
dignity
,
of
her
noble
unsuspicious
inexperience
.
"
And
there
is
one
thing
even
now
that
you
can
do
,
"
said
Dorothea
,
rising
and
walking
a
little
way
under
the
strength
of
a
recurring
impulse
.
"
Promise
me
that
you
will
not
again
,
to
any
one
,
speak
of
that
subject
—
I
mean
about
Mr
.
Casaubon
’
s
writings
—
I
mean
in
that
kind
of
way
.
It
was
I
who
led
to
it
.
It
was
my
fault
.
But
promise
me
.
"
She
had
returned
from
her
brief
pacing
and
stood
opposite
Will
,
looking
gravely
at
him
.
"
Certainly
,
I
will
promise
you
,
"
said
Will
,
reddening
however
.
If
he
never
said
a
cutting
word
about
Mr
.
Casaubon
again
and
left
off
receiving
favors
from
him
,
it
would
clearly
be
permissible
to
hate
him
the
more
.
The
poet
must
know
how
to
hate
,
says
Goethe
;
and
Will
was
at
least
ready
with
that
accomplishment
.
He
said
that
he
must
go
now
without
waiting
for
Mr
.
Casaubon
,
whom
he
would
come
to
take
leave
of
at
the
last
moment
.
Dorothea
gave
him
her
hand
,
and
they
exchanged
a
simple
"
Good
-
by
.
"
But
going
out
of
the
porte
cochere
he
met
Mr
.
Casaubon
,
and
that
gentleman
,
expressing
the
best
wishes
for
his
cousin
,
politely
waived
the
pleasure
of
any
further
leave
-
taking
on
the
morrow
,
which
would
be
sufficiently
crowded
with
the
preparations
for
departure
.
"
I
have
something
to
tell
you
about
our
cousin
Mr
.
Ladislaw
,
which
I
think
will
heighten
your
opinion
of
him
,
"
said
Dorothea
to
her
husband
in
the
coarse
of
the
evening
.
She
had
mentioned
immediately
on
his
entering
that
Will
had
just
gone
away
,
and
would
come
again
,
but
Mr
.
Casaubon
had
said
,
"
I
met
him
outside
,
and
we
made
our
final
adieux
,
I
believe
,
"
saying
this
with
the
air
and
tone
by
which
we
imply
that
any
subject
,
whether
private
or
public
,
does
not
interest
us
enough
to
wish
for
a
further
remark
upon
it
.
So
Dorothea
had
waited
"
What
is
that
,
my
love
?
"
said
Mr
Casaubon
(
he
always
said
"
my
love
"
when
his
manner
was
the
coldest
)
.
"
He
has
made
up
his
mind
to
leave
off
wandering
at
once
,
and
to
give
up
his
dependence
on
your
generosity
.
He
means
soon
to
go
back
to
England
,
and
work
his
own
way
.
I
thought
you
would
consider
that
a
good
sign
,
"
said
Dorothea
,
with
an
appealing
look
into
her
husband
’
s
neutral
face
.
