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I
have
plenty
of
ideas
and
facts
,
you
know
,
and
I
can
see
he
is
just
the
man
to
put
them
into
shape
—
remembers
what
the
right
quotations
are
,
omne
tulit
punctum
,
and
that
sort
of
thing
—
gives
subjects
a
kind
of
turn
.
I
invited
him
some
time
ago
when
you
were
ill
,
Casaubon
;
Dorothea
said
you
couldn
’
t
have
anybody
in
the
house
,
you
know
,
and
she
asked
me
to
write
.
"
Poor
Dorothea
felt
that
every
word
of
her
uncle
’
s
was
about
as
pleasant
as
a
grain
of
sand
in
the
eye
to
Mr
.
Casaubon
.
It
would
be
altogether
unfitting
now
to
explain
that
she
had
not
wished
her
uncle
to
invite
Will
Ladislaw
.
She
could
not
in
the
least
make
clear
to
herself
the
reasons
for
her
husband
’
s
dislike
to
his
presence
—
a
dislike
painfully
impressed
on
her
by
the
scene
in
the
library
;
but
she
felt
the
unbecomingness
of
saying
anything
that
might
convey
a
notion
of
it
to
others
.
Mr
.
Casaubon
,
indeed
,
had
not
thoroughly
represented
those
mixed
reasons
to
himself
;
irritated
feeling
with
him
,
as
with
all
of
us
,
seeking
rather
for
justification
than
for
self
-
knowledge
.
But
he
wished
to
repress
outward
signs
,
and
only
Dorothea
could
discern
the
changes
in
her
husband
’
s
face
before
he
observed
with
more
of
dignified
bending
and
sing
-
song
than
usual
—
"
You
are
exceedingly
hospitable
,
my
dear
sir
;
and
I
owe
you
acknowledgments
for
exercising
your
hospitality
towards
a
relative
of
mine
.
"
The
funeral
was
ended
now
,
and
the
churchyard
was
being
cleared
.
"
Now
you
can
see
him
,
Mrs
.
Cadwallader
,
"
said
Celia
"
He
is
just
like
a
miniature
of
Mr
.
Casaubon
’
s
aunt
that
hangs
in
Dorothea
’
s
boudoir
—
quite
nice
-
looking
.
"
"
A
very
pretty
sprig
,
"
said
Mrs
.
Cadwallader
,
dryly
.
"
What
is
your
nephew
to
be
,
Mr
.
Casaubon
?
"
"
Pardon
me
,
he
is
not
my
nephew
.
He
is
my
cousin
.
"
"
Well
,
you
know
,
"
interposed
Mr
.
Brooke
,
"
he
is
trying
his
wings
.
He
is
just
the
sort
of
young
fellow
to
rise
.
I
should
be
glad
to
give
him
an
opportunity
.
He
would
make
a
good
secretary
,
now
,
like
Hobbes
,
Milton
,
Swift
—
that
sort
of
man
.
"
"
I
understand
,
"
said
Mrs
.
Cadwallader
.
"
One
who
can
write
speeches
.
"
