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"
Oh
,
it
was
cruel
to
speak
so
!
How
sad
—
how
dreadful
!
"
She
rose
quickly
and
went
out
of
the
room
,
hurrying
along
the
corridor
,
with
the
irresistible
impulse
to
go
and
see
her
husband
and
inquire
if
she
could
do
anything
for
him
.
Perhaps
Mr
.
Tucker
was
gone
and
Mr
.
Casaubon
was
alone
in
the
library
.
She
felt
as
if
all
her
morning
’
s
gloom
would
vanish
if
she
could
see
her
husband
glad
because
of
her
presence
.
But
when
she
reached
the
head
of
the
dark
oak
there
was
Celia
coming
up
,
and
below
there
was
Mr
.
Brooke
,
exchanging
welcomes
and
congratulations
with
Mr
.
Casaubon
.
"
Dodo
!
"
said
Celia
,
in
her
quiet
staccato
;
then
kissed
her
sister
,
whose
arms
encircled
her
,
and
said
no
more
.
I
think
they
both
cried
a
little
in
a
furtive
manner
,
while
Dorothea
ran
down
-
stairs
to
greet
her
uncle
.
"
I
need
not
ask
how
you
are
,
my
dear
,
"
said
Mr
.
Brooke
,
after
kissing
her
forehead
.
"
Rome
has
agreed
with
you
,
I
see
—
happiness
,
frescos
,
the
antique
—
that
sort
of
thing
.
Well
,
it
’
s
very
pleasant
to
have
you
back
again
,
and
you
understand
all
about
art
now
,
eh
?
But
Casaubon
is
a
little
pale
,
I
tell
him
—
a
little
pale
,
you
know
.
Studying
hard
in
his
holidays
is
carrying
it
rather
too
far
.
I
overdid
it
at
one
time
"
—
Mr
.
Brooke
still
held
Dorothea
’
s
hand
,
but
had
turned
his
face
to
Mr
.
Casaubon
—
"
about
topography
,
ruins
,
temples
—
I
thought
I
had
a
clew
,
but
I
saw
it
would
carry
me
too
far
,
and
nothing
might
come
of
it
.
You
may
go
any
length
in
that
sort
of
thing
,
and
nothing
may
come
of
it
,
you
know
.
"
Dorothea
’
s
eyes
also
were
turned
up
to
her
husband
’
s
face
with
some
anxiety
at
the
idea
that
those
who
saw
him
afresh
after
absence
might
be
aware
of
signs
which
she
had
not
noticed
.
"
Nothing
to
alarm
you
,
my
dear
,
"
said
Mr
.
Brooke
,
observing
her
expression
.
"
A
little
English
beef
and
mutton
will
soon
make
a
difference
.
It
was
all
very
well
to
look
pale
,
sitting
for
the
portrait
of
Aquinas
,
you
know
—
we
got
your
letter
just
in
time
.
But
Aquinas
,
now
—
he
was
a
little
too
subtle
,
wasn
’
t
he
?
Does
anybody
read
Aquinas
?
"
"
He
is
not
indeed
an
author
adapted
to
superficial
minds
,
"
said
Mr
.
Casaubon
,
meeting
these
timely
questions
with
dignified
patience
.
"
You
would
like
coffee
in
your
own
room
,
uncle
?
"
said
Dorothea
,
coming
to
the
rescue
.
