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"
Doubtless
,
"
said
Mr
.
Casaubon
.
"
Each
position
has
its
corresponding
duties
.
Yours
,
I
trust
,
as
the
mistress
of
Lowick
,
will
not
leave
any
yearning
unfulfilled
.
"
"
Indeed
,
I
believe
that
,
"
said
Dorothea
,
earnestly
.
"
Do
not
suppose
that
I
am
sad
.
"
"
That
is
well
.
But
,
if
you
are
not
tired
,
we
will
take
another
way
to
the
house
than
that
by
which
we
came
.
"
Dorothea
was
not
at
all
tired
,
and
a
little
circuit
was
made
towards
a
fine
yew
-
tree
,
the
chief
hereditary
glory
of
the
grounds
on
this
side
of
the
house
.
As
they
approached
it
,
a
figure
,
conspicuous
on
a
dark
background
of
evergreens
,
was
seated
on
a
bench
,
sketching
the
old
tree
.
Mr
.
Brooke
,
who
was
walking
in
front
with
Celia
,
turned
his
head
,
and
said
—
"
Who
is
that
youngster
,
Casaubon
?
"
They
had
come
very
near
when
Mr
.
Casaubon
answered
—
"
That
is
a
young
relative
of
mine
,
a
second
cousin
:
the
grandson
,
in
fact
,
"
he
added
,
looking
at
Dorothea
,
"
of
the
lady
whose
portrait
you
have
been
noticing
,
my
aunt
Julia
.
"
The
young
man
had
laid
down
his
sketch
-
book
and
risen
.
His
bushy
light
-
brown
curls
,
as
well
as
his
youthfulness
,
identified
him
at
once
with
Celia
’
s
apparition
.
"
Dorothea
,
let
me
introduce
to
you
my
cousin
,
Mr
.
Ladislaw
.
Will
,
this
is
Miss
Brooke
.
"
