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She
was
going
to
have
room
for
the
energies
which
stirred
uneasily
under
the
dimness
and
pressure
of
her
own
ignorance
and
the
petty
peremptoriness
of
the
world
’
s
habits
.
Now
she
would
be
able
to
devote
herself
to
large
yet
definite
duties
;
now
she
would
be
allowed
to
live
continually
in
the
light
of
a
mind
that
she
could
reverence
.
This
hope
was
not
unmixed
with
the
glow
of
proud
delight
—
the
joyous
maiden
surprise
that
she
was
chosen
by
the
man
whom
her
admiration
had
chosen
.
All
Dorothea
’
s
passion
was
transfused
through
a
mind
struggling
towards
an
ideal
life
;
the
radiance
of
her
transfigured
girlhood
fell
on
the
first
object
that
came
within
its
level
.
The
impetus
with
which
inclination
became
resolution
was
heightened
by
those
little
events
of
the
day
which
had
roused
her
discontent
with
the
actual
conditions
of
her
life
.
After
dinner
,
when
Celia
was
playing
an
"
air
,
with
variations
,
"
a
small
kind
of
tinkling
which
symbolized
the
aesthetic
part
of
the
young
ladies
’
education
,
Dorothea
went
up
to
her
room
to
answer
Mr
.
Casaubon
’
s
letter
.
Why
should
she
defer
the
answer
?
She
wrote
it
over
three
times
,
not
because
she
wished
to
change
the
wording
,
but
because
her
hand
was
unusually
uncertain
,
and
she
could
not
bear
that
Mr
.
Casaubon
should
think
her
handwriting
bad
and
illegible
.
She
piqued
herself
on
writing
a
hand
in
which
each
letter
was
distinguishable
without
any
large
range
of
conjecture
,
and
she
meant
to
make
much
use
of
this
accomplishment
,
to
save
Mr
.
Casaubon
’
s
eyes
.
Three
times
she
wrote
.
MY
DEAR
MR
.
CASAUBON
—
I
am
very
grateful
to
you
for
loving
me
,
and
thinking
me
worthy
to
be
your
wife
.
I
can
look
forward
to
no
better
happiness
than
that
which
would
be
one
with
yours
.
If
I
said
more
,
it
would
only
be
the
same
thing
written
out
at
greater
length
,
for
I
cannot
now
dwell
on
any
other
thought
than
that
I
may
be
through
life
Yours
devotedly
,
DOROTHEA
BROOKE
.
Later
in
the
evening
she
followed
her
uncle
into
the
library
to
give
him
the
letter
,
that
he
might
send
it
in
the
morning
.
He
was
surprised
,
but
his
surprise
only
issued
in
a
few
moments
’
silence
,
during
which
he
pushed
about
various
objects
on
his
writing
-
table
,
and
finally
stood
with
his
back
to
the
fire
,
his
glasses
on
his
nose
,
looking
at
the
address
of
Dorothea
’
s
letter
.
"
Have
you
thought
enough
about
this
,
my
dear
?
"
he
said
at
last
.
"
There
was
no
need
to
think
long
,
uncle
.
I
know
of
nothing
to
make
me
vacillate
.
If
I
changed
my
mind
,
it
must
be
because
of
something
important
and
entirely
new
to
me
.
"
"
Ah
!
—
then
you
have
accepted
him
?
Then
Chettam
has
no
chance
?
Has
Chettam
offended
you
—
offended
you
,
you
know
?
What
is
it
you
don
’
t
like
in
Chettam
?
"
"
There
is
nothing
that
I
like
in
him
,
"
said
Dorothea
,
rather
impetuously
.
