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"
My
dear
young
lady
—
Miss
Brooke
—
Dorothea
!
"
he
said
,
pressing
her
hand
between
his
hands
,
"
this
is
a
happiness
greater
than
I
had
ever
imagined
to
be
in
reserve
for
me
.
That
I
should
ever
meet
with
a
mind
and
person
so
rich
in
the
mingled
graces
which
could
render
marriage
desirable
,
was
far
indeed
from
my
conception
.
You
have
all
—
nay
,
more
than
all
—
those
qualities
which
I
have
ever
regarded
as
the
characteristic
excellences
of
womanhood
.
The
great
charm
of
your
sex
is
its
capability
of
an
ardent
self
-
sacrificing
affection
,
and
herein
we
see
its
fitness
to
round
and
complete
the
existence
of
our
own
.
Hitherto
I
have
known
few
pleasures
save
of
the
severer
kind
:
my
satisfactions
have
been
those
of
the
solitary
student
.
I
have
been
little
disposed
to
gather
flowers
that
would
wither
in
my
hand
,
but
now
I
shall
pluck
them
with
eagerness
,
to
place
them
in
your
bosom
.
"
No
speech
could
have
been
more
thoroughly
honest
in
its
intention
:
the
frigid
rhetoric
at
the
end
was
as
sincere
as
the
bark
of
a
dog
,
or
the
cawing
of
an
amorous
rook
.
Would
it
not
be
rash
to
conclude
that
there
was
no
passion
behind
those
sonnets
to
Delia
which
strike
us
as
the
thin
music
of
a
mandolin
?
Dorothea
’
s
faith
supplied
all
that
Mr
.
Casaubon
’
s
words
seemed
to
leave
unsaid
:
what
believer
sees
a
disturbing
omission
or
infelicity
?
The
text
,
whether
of
prophet
or
of
poet
,
expands
for
whatever
we
can
put
into
it
,
and
even
his
bad
grammar
is
sublime
.
"
I
am
very
ignorant
—
you
will
quite
wonder
at
my
ignorance
,
"
said
Dorothea
.
"
I
have
so
many
thoughts
that
may
be
quite
mistaken
;
and
now
I
shall
be
able
to
tell
them
all
to
you
,
and
ask
you
about
them
.
But
,
"
she
added
,
with
rapid
imagination
of
Mr
.
Casaubon
’
s
probable
feeling
,
"
I
will
not
trouble
you
too
much
;
only
when
you
are
inclined
to
listen
to
me
You
must
often
be
weary
with
the
pursuit
of
subjects
in
your
own
track
.
I
shall
gain
enough
if
you
will
take
me
with
you
there
.
"
"
How
should
I
be
able
now
to
persevere
in
any
path
without
your
companionship
?
"
said
Mr
.
Casaubon
,
kissing
her
candid
brow
,
and
feeling
that
heaven
had
vouchsafed
him
a
blessing
in
every
way
suited
to
his
peculiar
wants
.
He
was
being
unconsciously
wrought
upon
by
the
charms
of
a
nature
which
was
entirely
without
hidden
calculations
either
for
immediate
effects
or
for
remoter
ends
.
It
was
this
which
made
Dorothea
so
childlike
,
and
,
according
to
some
judges
,
so
stupid
,
with
all
her
reputed
cleverness
;
as
,
for
example
,
in
the
present
case
of
throwing
herself
,
metaphorically
speaking
,
at
Mr
.
Casaubon
’
s
feet
,
and
kissing
his
unfashionable
shoe
-
ties
as
if
he
were
a
Protestant
Pope
.
She
was
not
in
the
least
teaching
Mr
.
Casaubon
to
ask
if
he
were
good
enough
for
her
,
but
merely
asking
herself
anxiously
how
she
could
be
good
enough
for
Mr
.
Casaubon
.
Before
he
left
the
next
day
it
had
been
decided
that
the
marriage
should
take
place
within
six
weeks
.
Why
not
?
Mr
.
Casaubon
’
s
house
was
ready
.
It
was
not
a
parsonage
,
but
a
considerable
mansion
,
with
much
land
attached
to
it
.
The
parsonage
was
inhabited
by
the
curate
,
who
did
all
the
duty
except
preaching
the
morning
sermon
.
My
lady
’
s
tongue
is
like
the
meadow
blades
,
That
cut
you
stroking
them
with
idle
hand
.
Nice
cutting
is
her
function
:
she
dividesWith
spiritual
edge
the
millet
-
seed
,
And
makes
intangible
savings
.
As
Mr
.
Casaubon
’
s
carriage
was
passing
out
of
the
gateway
,
it
arrested
the
entrance
of
a
pony
phaeton
driven
by
a
lady
with
a
servant
seated
behind
.
It
was
doubtful
whether
the
recognition
had
been
mutual
,
for
Mr
.
Casaubon
was
looking
absently
before
him
;
but
the
lady
was
quick
-
eyed
,
and
threw
a
nod
and
a
"
How
do
you
do
?
"
in
the
nick
of
time
.
In
spite
of
her
shabby
bonnet
and
very
old
Indian
shawl
,
it
was
plain
that
the
lodge
-
keeper
regarded
her
as
an
important
personage
,
from
the
low
curtsy
which
was
dropped
on
the
entrance
of
the
small
phaeton
.
"
Well
,
Mrs
.
Fitchett
,
how
are
your
fowls
laying
now
?
"
said
the
high
-
colored
,
dark
-
eyed
lady
,
with
the
clearest
chiselled
utterance
.
