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"
Oh
,
very
well
;
this
confounded
rain
has
hindered
me
from
sketching
,
"
said
Will
,
feeling
so
happy
that
he
affected
indifference
with
delightful
ease
.
In
another
minute
he
was
in
the
library
,
and
Dorothea
was
meeting
him
with
her
sweet
unconstrained
smile
.
"
Mr
.
Casaubon
has
gone
to
the
Archdeacon
’
s
,
"
she
said
,
at
once
.
"
I
don
’
t
know
whether
he
will
be
at
home
again
long
before
dinner
.
He
was
uncertain
how
long
he
should
be
.
Did
you
want
to
say
anything
particular
to
him
?
"
"
No
;
I
came
to
sketch
,
but
the
rain
drove
me
in
.
Else
I
would
not
have
disturbed
you
yet
.
I
supposed
that
Mr
.
Casaubon
was
here
,
and
I
know
he
dislikes
interruption
at
this
hour
.
"
"
I
am
indebted
to
the
rain
,
then
.
I
am
so
glad
to
see
you
.
"
Dorothea
uttered
these
common
words
with
the
simple
sincerity
of
an
unhappy
child
,
visited
at
school
.
"
I
really
came
for
the
chance
of
seeing
you
alone
,
"
said
Will
,
mysteriously
forced
to
be
just
as
simple
as
she
was
.
He
could
not
stay
to
ask
himself
,
why
not
?
"
I
wanted
to
talk
about
things
,
as
we
did
in
Rome
.
It
always
makes
a
difference
when
other
people
are
present
.
"
"
Yes
,
"
said
Dorothea
,
in
her
clear
full
tone
of
assent
.
"
Sit
down
.
"
She
seated
herself
on
a
dark
ottoman
with
the
brown
books
behind
her
,
looking
in
her
plain
dress
of
some
thin
woollen
-
white
material
,
without
a
single
ornament
on
her
besides
her
wedding
-
ring
,
as
if
she
were
under
a
vow
to
be
different
from
all
other
women
;
and
Will
sat
down
opposite
her
at
two
yards
’
distance
,
the
light
falling
on
his
bright
curls
and
delicate
but
rather
petulant
profile
,
with
its
defiant
curves
of
lip
and
chin
.
Each
looked
at
the
other
as
if
they
had
been
two
flowers
which
had
opened
then
and
there
.
Dorothea
for
the
moment
forgot
her
husband
’
s
mysterious
irritation
against
Will
:
it
seemed
fresh
water
at
her
thirsty
lips
to
speak
without
fear
to
the
one
person
whom
she
had
found
receptive
;
for
in
looking
backward
through
sadness
she
exaggerated
a
past
solace
.
"
I
have
often
thought
that
I
should
like
to
talk
to
you
again
,
"
she
said
,
immediately
.
"
It
seems
strange
to
me
how
many
things
I
said
to
you
.
"
"
I
remember
them
all
,
"
said
Will
,
with
the
unspeakable
content
in
his
soul
of
feeling
that
he
was
in
the
presence
of
a
creature
worthy
to
be
perfectly
loved
.
I
think
his
own
feelings
at
that
moment
were
perfect
,
for
we
mortals
have
our
divine
moments
,
when
love
is
satisfied
in
the
completeness
the
beloved
object
.
