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Cadwallader
had
stepped
across
the
park
by
the
merest
chance
in
the
world
,
just
to
chat
with
Celia
in
a
matronly
way
about
the
baby
.
And
so
Mr
.
Brooke
was
coming
back
?
Delightful
!
—
coming
back
,
it
was
to
be
hoped
,
quite
cured
of
Parliamentary
fever
and
pioneering
.
Apropos
of
the
"
Pioneer
"
—
somebody
had
prophesied
that
it
would
soon
be
like
a
dying
dolphin
,
and
turn
all
colors
for
want
of
knowing
how
to
help
itself
,
because
Mr
.
Brooke
’
s
protege
,
the
brilliant
young
Ladislaw
,
was
gone
or
going
.
Had
Sir
James
heard
that
?
The
three
were
walking
along
the
gravel
slowly
,
and
Sir
James
,
turning
aside
to
whip
a
shrub
,
said
he
had
heard
something
of
that
sort
.
"
All
false
!
"
said
Mrs
.
Cadwallader
.
"
He
is
not
gone
,
or
going
,
apparently
;
the
‘
Pioneer
’
keeps
its
color
,
and
Mr
.
Orlando
Ladislaw
is
making
a
sad
dark
-
blue
scandal
by
warbling
continually
with
your
Mr
.
Lydgate
’
s
wife
,
who
they
tell
me
is
as
pretty
as
pretty
can
be
.
It
seems
nobody
ever
goes
into
the
house
without
finding
this
young
gentleman
lying
on
the
rug
or
warbling
at
the
piano
.
But
the
people
in
manufacturing
towns
are
always
disreputable
.
"
"
You
began
by
saying
that
one
report
was
false
,
Mrs
.
Cadwallader
,
and
I
believe
this
is
false
too
,
"
said
Dorothea
,
with
indignant
energy
;
"
at
least
,
I
feel
sure
it
is
a
misrepresentation
.
I
will
not
hear
any
evil
spoken
of
Mr
.
Ladislaw
;
he
has
already
suffered
too
much
injustice
.
"
Dorothea
when
thoroughly
moved
cared
little
what
any
one
thought
of
her
feelings
;
and
even
if
she
had
been
able
to
reflect
,
she
would
have
held
it
petty
to
keep
silence
at
injurious
words
about
Will
from
fear
of
being
herself
misunderstood
.
Her
face
was
flushed
and
her
lip
trembled
.
Sir
James
,
glancing
at
her
,
repented
of
his
stratagem
;
but
Mrs
.
Cadwallader
,
equal
to
all
occasions
,
spread
the
palms
of
her
hands
outward
and
said
—
"
Heaven
grant
it
,
my
dear
!
—
I
mean
that
all
bad
tales
about
anybody
may
be
false
.
But
it
is
a
pity
that
young
Lydgate
should
have
married
one
of
these
Middlemarch
girls
.
Considering
he
’
s
a
son
of
somebody
,
he
might
have
got
a
woman
with
good
blood
in
her
veins
,
and
not
too
young
,
who
would
have
put
up
with
his
profession
.
There
’
s
Clara
Harfager
,
for
instance
,
whose
friends
don
’
t
know
what
to
do
with
her
;
and
she
has
a
portion
.
Then
we
might
have
had
her
among
us
.
However
!
—
it
’
s
no
use
being
wise
for
other
people
.
Where
is
Celia
?
Pray
let
us
go
in
.
"
"
I
am
going
on
immediately
to
Tipton
,
"
said
Dorothea
,
rather
haughtily
.
"
Good
-
by
.
"
Sir
James
could
say
nothing
as
he
accompanied
her
to
the
carriage
.
He
was
altogether
discontented
with
the
result
of
a
contrivance
which
had
cost
him
some
secret
humiliation
beforehand
.
Dorothea
drove
along
between
the
berried
hedgerows
and
the
shorn
corn
-
fields
,
not
seeing
or
hearing
anything
around
.
The
tears
came
and
rolled
down
her
cheeks
,
but
she
did
not
know
it
.
