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He
had
disliked
Will
while
he
helped
him
,
but
he
had
begun
to
dislike
him
still
more
now
that
Will
had
declined
his
help
.
That
is
the
way
with
us
when
we
have
any
uneasy
jealousy
in
our
disposition
:
if
our
talents
are
chiefly
of
the
burrowing
kind
,
our
honey
-
sipping
cousin
(
whom
we
have
grave
reasons
for
objecting
to
)
is
likely
to
have
a
secret
contempt
for
us
,
and
any
one
who
admires
him
passes
an
oblique
criticism
on
ourselves
.
Having
the
scruples
of
rectitude
in
our
souls
,
we
are
above
the
meanness
of
injuring
him
—
rather
we
meet
all
his
claims
on
us
by
active
benefits
;
and
the
drawing
of
cheeks
for
him
,
being
a
superiority
which
he
must
recognize
,
gives
our
bitterness
a
milder
infusion
.
Now
Mr
.
Casaubon
had
been
deprived
of
that
superiority
(
as
anything
more
than
a
remembrance
)
in
a
sudden
,
capricious
manner
.
His
antipathy
to
Will
did
not
spring
from
the
common
jealousy
of
a
winter
-
worn
husband
:
it
was
something
deeper
,
bred
by
his
lifelong
claims
and
discontents
;
but
Dorothea
,
now
that
she
was
present
—
Dorothea
,
as
a
young
wife
who
herself
had
shown
an
offensive
capability
of
criticism
,
necessarily
gave
concentration
to
the
uneasiness
which
had
before
been
vague
.
Will
Ladislaw
on
his
side
felt
that
his
dislike
was
flourishing
at
the
expense
of
his
gratitude
,
and
spent
much
inward
discourse
in
justifying
the
dislike
.
Casaubon
hated
him
—
he
knew
that
very
well
;
on
his
first
entrance
he
could
discern
a
bitterness
in
the
mouth
and
a
venom
in
the
glance
which
would
almost
justify
declaring
war
in
spite
of
past
benefits
.
He
was
much
obliged
to
Casaubon
in
the
past
,
but
really
the
act
of
marrying
this
wife
was
a
set
-
off
against
the
obligation
It
was
a
question
whether
gratitude
which
refers
to
what
is
done
for
one
’
s
self
ought
not
to
give
way
to
indignation
at
what
is
done
against
another
.
And
Casaubon
had
done
a
wrong
to
Dorothea
in
marrying
her
.
A
man
was
bound
to
know
himself
better
than
that
,
and
if
he
chose
to
grow
gray
crunching
bones
in
a
cavern
,
he
had
no
business
to
be
luring
a
girl
into
his
companionship
.
"
It
is
the
most
horrible
of
virgin
-
sacrifices
,
"
said
Will
;
and
he
painted
to
himself
what
were
Dorothea
’
s
inward
sorrows
as
if
he
had
been
writing
a
choric
wail
.
But
he
would
never
lose
sight
of
her
:
he
would
watch
over
her
—
if
he
gave
up
everything
else
in
life
he
would
watch
over
her
,
and
she
should
know
that
she
had
one
slave
in
the
world
,
Will
had
—
to
use
Sir
Thomas
Browne
’
s
phrase
—
a
"
passionate
prodigality
"
of
statement
both
to
himself
and
others
.
The
simple
truth
was
that
nothing
then
invited
him
so
strongly
as
the
presence
of
Dorothea
.
Invitations
of
the
formal
kind
had
been
wanting
,
however
,
for
Will
had
never
been
asked
to
go
to
Lowick
.
Mr
.
Brooke
,
indeed
,
confident
of
doing
everything
agreeable
which
Casaubon
,
poor
fellow
,
was
too
much
absorbed
to
think
of
,
had
arranged
to
bring
Ladislaw
to
Lowick
several
times
(
not
neglecting
meanwhile
to
introduce
him
elsewhere
on
every
opportunity
as
"
a
young
relative
of
Casaubon
’
s
"
)
.
And
though
Will
had
not
seen
Dorothea
alone
,
their
interviews
had
been
enough
to
restore
her
former
sense
of
young
companionship
with
one
who
was
cleverer
than
herself
,
yet
seemed
ready
to
be
swayed
by
her
.
Poor
Dorothea
before
her
marriage
had
never
found
much
room
in
other
minds
for
what
she
cared
most
to
say
;
and
she
had
not
,
as
we
know
,
enjoyed
her
husband
’
s
superior
instruction
so
much
as
she
had
expected
.
If
she
spoke
with
any
keenness
of
interest
to
Mr
.
Casaubon
,
he
heard
her
with
an
air
of
patience
as
if
she
had
given
a
quotation
from
the
Delectus
familiar
to
him
from
his
tender
years
,
and
sometimes
mentioned
curtly
what
ancient
sects
or
personages
had
held
similar
ideas
,
as
if
there
were
too
much
of
that
sort
in
stock
already
;
at
other
times
he
would
inform
her
that
she
was
mistaken
,
and
reassert
what
her
remark
had
questioned
.
But
Will
Ladislaw
always
seemed
to
see
more
in
what
she
said
than
she
herself
saw
.
Dorothea
had
little
vanity
,
but
she
had
the
ardent
woman
’
s
need
to
rule
beneficently
by
making
the
joy
of
another
soul
.
Hence
the
mere
chance
of
seeing
Will
occasionally
was
like
a
lunette
opened
in
the
wall
of
her
prison
,
giving
her
a
glimpse
of
the
sunny
air
;
and
this
pleasure
began
to
nullify
her
original
alarm
at
what
her
husband
might
think
about
the
introduction
of
Will
as
her
uncle
’
s
guest
.
On
this
subject
Mr
.
Casaubon
had
remained
dumb
.
But
Will
wanted
to
talk
with
Dorothea
alone
,
and
was
impatient
of
slow
circumstance
.
However
slight
the
terrestrial
intercourse
between
Dante
and
Beatrice
or
Petrarch
and
Laura
,
time
changes
the
proportion
of
things
,
and
in
later
days
it
is
preferable
to
have
fewer
sonnets
and
more
conversation
.
Necessity
excused
stratagem
,
but
stratagem
was
limited
by
the
dread
of
offending
Dorothea
.
He
found
out
at
last
that
he
wanted
to
take
a
particular
sketch
at
Lowick
;
and
one
morning
when
Mr
.
Brooke
had
to
drive
along
the
Lowick
road
on
his
way
to
the
county
town
,
Will
asked
to
be
set
down
with
his
sketch
-
book
and
camp
-
stool
at
Lowick
,
and
without
announcing
himself
at
the
Manor
settled
himself
to
sketch
in
a
position
where
he
must
see
Dorothea
if
she
came
out
to
walk
—
and
he
knew
that
she
usually
walked
an
hour
in
the
morning
.
But
the
stratagem
was
defeated
by
the
weather
.
Clouds
gathered
with
treacherous
quickness
,
the
rain
came
down
,
and
Will
was
obliged
to
take
shelter
in
the
house
.
He
intended
,
on
the
strength
of
relationship
,
to
go
into
the
drawing
-
room
and
wait
there
without
being
announced
;
and
seeing
his
old
acquaintance
the
butler
in
the
hall
,
he
said
,
"
Don
’
t
mention
that
I
am
here
,
Pratt
;
I
will
wait
till
luncheon
;
I
know
Mr
.
Casaubon
does
not
like
to
be
disturbed
when
he
is
in
the
library
.
"
"
Master
is
out
,
sir
;
there
’
s
only
Mrs
.
Casaubon
in
the
library
.
I
’
d
better
tell
her
you
’
re
here
,
sir
,
"
said
Pratt
,
a
red
-
cheeked
man
given
to
lively
converse
with
Tantripp
,
and
often
agreeing
with
her
that
it
must
be
dull
for
Madam
.
