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"
Who
?
Why
,
any
upstart
who
has
got
neither
blood
nor
position
.
People
of
standing
should
consume
their
independent
nonsense
at
home
,
not
hawk
it
about
.
And
you
!
who
are
going
to
marry
your
niece
,
as
good
as
your
daughter
,
to
one
of
our
best
men
.
Sir
James
would
be
cruelly
annoyed
:
it
will
be
too
hard
on
him
if
you
turn
round
now
and
make
yourself
a
Whig
sign
-
board
.
"
Mr
.
Brooke
again
winced
inwardly
,
for
Dorothea
’
s
engagement
had
no
sooner
been
decided
,
than
he
had
thought
of
Mrs
.
Cadwallader
’
s
prospective
taunts
.
It
might
have
been
easy
for
ignorant
observers
to
say
,
"
Quarrel
with
Mrs
.
Cadwallader
;
"
but
where
is
a
country
gentleman
to
go
who
quarrels
with
his
oldest
neighbors
?
Who
could
taste
the
fine
flavor
in
the
name
of
Brooke
if
it
were
delivered
casually
,
like
wine
without
a
seal
?
Certainly
a
man
can
only
be
cosmopolitan
up
to
a
certain
point
.
"
I
hope
Chettam
and
I
shall
always
be
good
friends
;
but
I
am
sorry
to
say
there
is
no
prospect
of
his
marrying
my
niece
,
"
said
Mr
.
Brooke
,
much
relieved
to
see
through
the
window
that
Celia
was
coming
in
.
"
Why
not
?
"
said
Mrs
.
Cadwallader
,
with
a
sharp
note
of
surprise
.
"
It
is
hardly
a
fortnight
since
you
and
I
were
talking
about
it
.
"
"
My
niece
has
chosen
another
suitor
—
has
chosen
him
,
you
know
.
I
have
had
nothing
to
do
with
it
.
I
should
have
preferred
Chettam
;
and
I
should
have
said
Chettam
was
the
man
any
girl
would
have
chosen
.
But
there
is
no
accounting
for
these
things
.
Your
sex
is
capricious
,
you
know
.
"
"
Why
,
whom
do
you
mean
to
say
that
you
are
going
to
let
her
marry
?
"
Mrs
.
Cadwallader
’
s
mind
was
rapidly
surveying
the
possibilities
of
choice
for
Dorothea
.
But
here
Celia
entered
,
blooming
from
a
walk
in
the
garden
,
and
the
greeting
with
her
delivered
Mr
.
Brooke
from
the
necessity
of
answering
immediately
.
He
got
up
hastily
,
and
saying
,
"
By
the
way
,
I
must
speak
to
Wright
about
the
horses
,
"
shuffled
quickly
out
of
the
room
.
"
My
dear
child
,
what
is
this
?
—
this
about
your
sister
’
s
engagement
?
"
said
Mrs
.
Cadwallader
.
"
She
is
engaged
to
marry
Mr
.
Casaubon
,
"
said
Celia
,
resorting
,
as
usual
,
to
the
simplest
statement
of
fact
,
and
enjoying
this
opportunity
of
speaking
to
the
Rector
’
s
wife
alone
.
