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"
My
dear
Elinor
,
do
let
the
poor
woman
alone
.
Such
contrivances
are
of
no
use
,
"
said
the
easy
Rector
.
"
No
use
?
How
are
matches
made
,
except
by
bringing
men
and
women
together
?
And
it
is
a
shame
that
her
uncle
should
have
run
away
and
shut
up
the
Grange
just
now
.
There
ought
to
be
plenty
of
eligible
matches
invited
to
Freshitt
and
the
Grange
.
Lord
Triton
is
precisely
the
man
:
full
of
plans
for
making
the
people
happy
in
a
soft
-
headed
sort
of
way
.
That
would
just
suit
Mrs
.
Casaubon
.
"
"
Let
Mrs
.
Casaubon
choose
for
herself
,
Elinor
.
"
"
That
is
the
nonsense
you
wise
men
talk
!
How
can
she
choose
if
she
has
no
variety
to
choose
from
?
A
woman
’
s
choice
usually
means
taking
the
only
man
she
can
get
.
Mark
my
words
,
Humphrey
.
If
her
friends
don
’
t
exert
themselves
,
there
will
be
a
worse
business
than
the
Casaubon
business
yet
.
"
"
For
heaven
’
s
sake
don
’
t
touch
on
that
topic
,
Elinor
!
It
is
a
very
sore
point
with
Sir
James
He
would
be
deeply
offended
if
you
entered
on
it
to
him
unnecessarily
.
"
"
I
have
never
entered
on
it
,
"
said
Mrs
Cadwallader
,
opening
her
hands
.
"
Celia
told
me
all
about
the
will
at
the
beginning
,
without
any
asking
of
mine
.
"
"
Yes
,
yes
;
but
they
want
the
thing
hushed
up
,
and
I
understand
that
the
young
fellow
is
going
out
of
the
neighborhood
.
"
Mrs
.
Cadwallader
said
nothing
,
but
gave
her
husband
three
significant
nods
,
with
a
very
sarcastic
expression
in
her
dark
eyes
.
Dorothea
quietly
persisted
in
spite
of
remonstrance
and
persuasion
.
So
by
the
end
of
June
the
shutters
were
all
opened
at
Lowick
Manor
,
and
the
morning
gazed
calmly
into
the
library
,
shining
on
the
rows
of
note
-
books
as
it
shines
on
the
weary
waste
planted
with
huge
stones
,
the
mute
memorial
of
a
forgotten
faith
;
and
the
evening
laden
with
roses
entered
silently
into
the
blue
-
green
boudoir
where
Dorothea
chose
oftenest
to
sit
.
At
first
she
walked
into
every
room
,
questioning
the
eighteen
months
of
her
married
life
,
and
carrying
on
her
thoughts
as
if
they
were
a
speech
to
be
heard
by
her
husband
.
Then
,
she
lingered
in
the
library
and
could
not
be
at
rest
till
she
had
carefully
ranged
all
the
note
-
books
as
she
imagined
that
he
would
wish
to
see
them
,
in
orderly
sequence
.
