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"
Why
,
he
has
made
a
codicil
to
his
will
,
to
say
the
property
was
all
to
go
away
from
you
if
you
married
—
I
mean
—
"
"
That
is
of
no
consequence
,
"
said
Dorothea
,
breaking
in
impetuously
.
"
But
if
you
married
Mr
.
Ladislaw
,
not
anybody
else
,
"
Celia
went
on
with
persevering
quietude
.
"
Of
course
that
is
of
no
consequence
in
one
way
—
you
never
WOULD
marry
Mr
.
Ladislaw
;
but
that
only
makes
it
worse
of
Mr
.
Casaubon
.
"
The
blood
rushed
to
Dorothea
’
s
face
and
neck
painfully
.
But
Celia
was
administering
what
she
thought
a
sobering
dose
of
fact
.
It
was
taking
up
notions
that
had
done
Dodo
’
s
health
so
much
harm
.
So
she
went
on
in
her
neutral
tone
,
as
if
she
had
been
remarking
on
baby
’
s
robes
.
"
James
says
so
.
He
says
it
is
abominable
,
and
not
like
a
gentleman
.
And
there
never
was
a
better
judge
than
James
.
It
is
as
if
Mr
.
Casaubon
wanted
to
make
people
believe
that
you
would
wish
to
marry
Mr
.
Ladislaw
—
which
is
ridiculous
.
Only
James
says
it
was
to
hinder
Mr
.
Ladislaw
from
wanting
to
marry
you
for
your
money
—
just
as
if
he
ever
would
think
of
making
you
an
offer
.
Mrs
.
Cadwallader
said
you
might
as
well
marry
an
Italian
with
white
mice
!
But
I
must
just
go
and
look
at
baby
,
"
Celia
added
,
without
the
least
change
of
tone
,
throwing
a
light
shawl
over
her
,
and
tripping
away
.
Dorothea
by
this
time
had
turned
cold
again
,
and
now
threw
herself
back
helplessly
in
her
chair
.
She
might
have
compared
her
experience
at
that
moment
to
the
vague
,
alarmed
consciousness
that
her
life
was
taking
on
a
new
form
that
she
was
undergoing
a
metamorphosis
in
which
memory
would
not
adjust
itself
to
the
stirring
of
new
organs
.
Everything
was
changing
its
aspect
:
her
husband
’
s
conduct
,
her
own
duteous
feeling
towards
him
,
every
struggle
between
them
—
and
yet
more
,
her
whole
relation
to
Will
Ladislaw
.
Her
world
was
in
a
state
of
convulsive
change
;
the
only
thing
she
could
say
distinctly
to
herself
was
,
that
she
must
wait
and
think
anew
.
One
change
terrified
her
as
if
it
had
been
a
sin
;
it
was
a
violent
shock
of
repulsion
from
her
departed
husband
,
who
had
had
hidden
thoughts
,
perhaps
perverting
everything
she
said
and
did
.
Then
again
she
was
conscious
of
another
change
which
also
made
her
tremulous
;
it
was
a
sudden
strange
yearning
of
heart
towards
Will
Ladislaw
.
It
had
never
before
entered
her
mind
that
he
could
,
under
any
circumstances
,
be
her
lover
:
conceive
the
effect
of
the
sudden
revelation
that
another
had
thought
of
him
in
that
light
—
that
perhaps
he
himself
had
been
conscious
of
such
a
possibility
—
and
this
with
the
hurrying
,
crowding
vision
of
unfitting
conditions
,
and
questions
not
soon
to
be
solved
.
It
seemed
a
long
while
—
she
did
not
know
how
long
—
before
she
heard
Celia
saying
,
"
That
will
do
,
nurse
;
he
will
be
quiet
on
my
lap
now
.
You
can
go
to
lunch
,
and
let
Garratt
stay
in
the
next
room
.
"
"
What
I
think
,
Dodo
,
"
Celia
went
on
,
observing
nothing
more
than
that
Dorothea
was
leaning
back
in
her
chair
,
and
likely
to
be
passive
,
"
is
that
Mr
.
Casaubon
was
spiteful
.
I
never
did
like
him
,
and
James
never
did
.
I
think
the
corners
of
his
mouth
were
dreadfully
spiteful
.
And
now
he
has
behaved
in
this
way
,
I
am
sure
religion
does
not
require
you
to
make
yourself
uncomfortable
about
him
.
If
he
has
been
taken
away
,
that
is
a
mercy
,
and
you
ought
to
be
grateful
.
We
should
not
grieve
,
should
we
,
baby
?
"
said
Celia
confidentially
to
that
unconscious
centre
and
poise
of
the
world
,
who
had
the
most
remarkable
fists
all
complete
even
to
the
nails
,
and
hair
enough
,
really
,
when
you
took
his
cap
off
,
to
make
—
you
didn
’
t
know
what
:
—
in
short
,
he
was
Bouddha
in
a
Western
form
.
At
this
crisis
Lydgate
was
announced
,
and
one
of
the
first
things
he
said
was
,
"
I
fear
you
are
not
so
well
as
you
were
,
Mrs
.
Casaubon
;
have
you
been
agitated
?
allow
me
to
feel
your
pulse
.
"
Dorothea
’
s
hand
was
of
a
marble
coldness
.
