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Ned
was
satisfied
that
he
had
the
very
best
thing
in
art
and
literature
as
a
medium
for
"
paying
addresses
"
—
the
very
thing
to
please
a
nice
girl
.
He
had
also
reasons
,
deep
rather
than
ostensible
,
for
being
satisfied
with
his
own
appearance
.
To
superficial
observers
his
chin
had
too
vanishing
an
aspect
,
looking
as
if
it
were
being
gradually
reabsorbed
.
And
it
did
indeed
cause
him
some
difficulty
about
the
fit
of
his
satin
stocks
,
for
which
chins
were
at
that
time
useful
.
"
I
think
the
Honorable
Mrs
.
S
.
is
something
like
you
,
"
said
Mr
.
Ned
.
He
kept
the
book
open
at
the
bewitching
portrait
,
and
looked
at
it
rather
languishingly
.
"
Her
back
is
very
large
;
she
seems
to
have
sat
for
that
,
"
said
Rosamond
,
not
meaning
any
satire
,
but
thinking
how
red
young
Plymdale
’
s
hands
were
,
and
wondering
why
Lydgate
did
not
come
.
She
went
on
with
her
tatting
all
the
while
.
"
I
did
not
say
she
was
as
beautiful
as
you
are
,
"
said
Mr
.
Ned
,
venturing
to
look
from
the
portrait
to
its
rival
.
"
I
suspect
you
of
being
an
adroit
flatterer
,
"
said
Rosamond
,
feeling
sure
that
she
should
have
to
reject
this
young
gentleman
a
second
time
.
But
now
Lydgate
came
in
;
the
book
was
closed
before
he
reached
Rosamond
’
s
corner
,
and
as
he
took
his
seat
with
easy
confidence
on
the
other
side
of
her
,
young
Plymdale
’
s
jaw
fell
like
a
barometer
towards
the
cheerless
side
of
change
.
Rosamond
enjoyed
not
only
Lydgate
’
s
presence
but
its
effect
:
she
liked
to
excite
jealousy
.
"
What
a
late
comer
you
are
!
"
she
said
,
as
they
shook
hands
.
"
Mamma
had
given
you
up
a
little
while
ago
.
How
do
you
find
Fred
?
"
"
As
usual
;
going
on
well
,
but
slowly
.
I
want
him
to
go
away
—
to
Stone
Court
,
for
example
.
But
your
mamma
seems
to
have
some
objection
.
"
"
Poor
fellow
!
"
said
Rosamond
,
prettily
.
"
You
will
see
Fred
so
changed
,
"
she
added
,
turning
to
the
other
suitor
;
"
we
have
looked
to
Mr
.
Lydgate
as
our
guardian
angel
during
this
illness
.
"
Mr
.
Ned
smiled
nervously
,
while
Lydgate
,
drawing
the
"
Keepsake
"
towards
him
and
opening
it
,
gave
a
short
scornful
laugh
and
tossed
up
his
chill
,
as
if
in
wonderment
at
human
folly
.
