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"
I
couldn
’
t
take
any
immediate
action
on
that
ground
,
Chettam
.
In
fact
,
if
it
were
possible
to
pack
him
off
—
send
him
to
Norfolk
Island
—
that
sort
of
thing
—
it
would
look
all
the
worse
for
Dorothea
to
those
who
knew
about
it
.
It
would
seem
as
if
we
distrusted
her
—
distrusted
her
,
you
know
.
"
That
Mr
.
Brooke
had
hit
on
an
undeniable
argument
,
did
not
tend
to
soothe
Sir
James
.
He
put
out
his
hand
to
reach
his
hat
,
implying
that
he
did
not
mean
to
contend
further
,
and
said
,
still
with
some
heat
—
"
Well
,
I
can
only
say
that
I
think
Dorothea
was
sacrificed
once
,
because
her
friends
were
too
careless
.
I
shall
do
what
I
can
,
as
her
brother
,
to
protect
her
now
.
"
"
You
can
’
t
do
better
than
get
her
to
Freshitt
as
soon
as
possible
,
Chettam
.
I
approve
that
plan
altogether
,
"
said
Mr
.
Brooke
,
well
pleased
that
he
had
won
the
argument
.
It
would
have
been
highly
inconvenient
to
him
to
part
with
Ladislaw
at
that
time
,
when
a
dissolution
might
happen
any
day
,
and
electors
were
to
be
convinced
of
the
course
by
which
the
interests
of
the
country
would
be
best
served
.
Mr
.
Brooke
sincerely
believed
that
this
end
could
be
secured
by
his
own
return
to
Parliament
:
he
offered
the
forces
of
his
mind
honestly
to
the
nation
.
"
‘
This
Loller
here
wol
precilen
us
somewhat
.
’
‘
Nay
by
my
father
’
s
soule
!
that
schal
he
nat
,
’
Sayde
the
Schipman
,
‘
here
schal
he
not
preche
,
We
schal
no
gospel
glosen
here
ne
teche
.
We
leven
all
in
the
gret
God
,
’
quod
he
.
He
wolden
sowen
some
diffcultee
.
"
Canterbury
Tales
.
Dorothea
had
been
safe
at
Freshitt
Hall
nearly
a
week
before
she
had
asked
any
dangerous
questions
.
Every
morning
now
she
sat
with
Celia
in
the
prettiest
of
up
-
stairs
sitting
-
rooms
,
opening
into
a
small
conservatory
—
Celia
all
in
white
and
lavender
like
a
bunch
of
mixed
violets
,
watching
the
remarkable
acts
of
the
baby
,
which
were
so
dubious
to
her
inexperienced
mind
that
all
conversation
was
interrupted
by
appeals
for
their
interpretation
made
to
the
oracular
nurse
.
Dorothea
sat
by
in
her
widow
’
s
dress
,
with
an
expression
which
rather
provoked
Celia
,
as
being
much
too
sad
;
for
not
only
was
baby
quite
well
,
but
really
when
a
husband
had
been
so
dull
and
troublesome
while
he
lived
,
and
besides
that
had
—
well
,
well
!
Sir
James
,
of
course
,
had
told
Celia
everything
,
with
a
strong
representation
how
important
it
was
that
Dorothea
should
not
know
it
sooner
than
was
inevitable
.
But
Mr
.
Brooke
had
been
right
in
predicting
that
Dorothea
would
not
long
remain
passive
where
action
had
been
assigned
to
her
;
she
knew
the
purport
of
her
husband
’
s
will
made
at
the
time
of
their
marriage
,
and
her
mind
,
as
soon
as
she
was
clearly
conscious
of
her
position
,
was
silently
occupied
with
what
she
ought
to
do
as
the
owner
of
Lowick
Manor
with
the
patronage
of
the
living
attached
to
it
.
One
morning
when
her
uncle
paid
his
usual
visit
,
though
with
an
unusual
alacrity
in
his
manner
which
he
accounted
for
by
saying
that
it
was
now
pretty
certain
Parliament
would
be
dissolved
forthwith
,
Dorothea
said
—
"
Uncle
,
it
is
right
now
that
I
should
consider
who
is
to
have
the
living
at
Lowick
.
After
Mr
.
Tucker
had
been
provided
for
,
I
never
heard
my
husband
say
that
he
had
any
clergyman
in
his
mind
as
a
successor
to
himself
.
I
think
I
ought
to
have
the
keys
now
and
go
to
Lowick
to
examine
all
my
husband
’
s
papers
.
There
may
be
something
that
would
throw
light
on
his
wishes
.
"
