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"
Yes
,
please
,
"
said
Dorothea
,
looking
at
Mr
.
Casaubon
,
"
I
should
like
to
see
all
that
.
"
She
had
got
nothing
from
him
more
graphic
about
the
Lowick
cottages
than
that
they
were
"
not
bad
.
"
They
were
soon
on
a
gravel
walk
which
led
chiefly
between
grassy
borders
and
clumps
of
trees
,
this
being
the
nearest
way
to
the
church
,
Mr
.
Casaubon
said
.
At
the
little
gate
leading
into
the
churchyard
there
was
a
pause
while
Mr
.
Casaubon
went
to
the
parsonage
close
by
to
fetch
a
key
.
Celia
,
who
had
been
hanging
a
little
in
the
rear
,
came
up
presently
,
when
she
saw
that
Mr
.
Casaubon
was
gone
away
,
and
said
in
her
easy
staccato
,
which
always
seemed
to
contradict
the
suspicion
of
any
malicious
intent
—
"
Do
you
know
,
Dorothea
,
I
saw
some
one
quite
young
coming
up
one
of
the
walks
.
"
"
Is
that
astonishing
,
Celia
?
"
"
There
may
be
a
young
gardener
,
you
know
—
why
not
?
"
said
Mr
.
Brooke
.
"
I
told
Casaubon
he
should
change
his
gardener
.
"
"
No
,
not
a
gardener
,
"
said
Celia
;
"
a
gentleman
with
a
sketch
-
book
.
He
had
light
-
brown
curls
.
I
only
saw
his
back
.
But
he
was
quite
young
.
"
"
The
curate
’
s
son
,
perhaps
,
"
said
Mr
.
Brooke
.
"
Ah
,
there
is
Casaubon
again
,
and
Tucker
with
him
.
He
is
going
to
introduce
Tucker
.
You
don
’
t
know
Tucker
yet
.
"
Mr
.
Tucker
was
the
middle
-
aged
curate
,
one
of
the
"
inferior
clergy
,
"
who
are
usually
not
wanting
in
sons
.
But
after
the
introduction
,
the
conversation
did
not
lead
to
any
question
about
his
family
,
and
the
startling
apparition
of
youthfulness
was
forgotten
by
every
one
but
Celia
.
She
inwardly
declined
to
believe
that
the
light
-
brown
curls
and
slim
figure
could
have
any
relationship
to
Mr
.
Tucker
,
who
was
just
as
old
and
musty
-
looking
as
she
would
have
expected
Mr
.
Casaubon
’
s
curate
to
be
;
doubtless
an
excellent
man
who
would
go
to
heaven
(
for
Celia
wished
not
to
be
unprincipled
)
,
but
the
corners
of
his
mouth
were
so
unpleasant
.
Celia
thought
with
some
dismalness
of
the
time
she
should
have
to
spend
as
bridesmaid
at
Lowick
,
while
the
curate
had
probably
no
pretty
little
children
whom
she
could
like
,
irrespective
of
principle
.
