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"
After
all
,
he
is
a
pretty
sprig
,
"
said
Mrs
.
Cadwallader
,
rising
too
,
and
wishing
to
make
amends
.
"
He
is
like
the
fine
old
Crichley
portraits
before
the
idiots
came
in
.
"
"
I
’
ll
go
with
you
,
"
said
Mr
.
Brooke
,
starting
up
with
alacrity
.
"
You
must
all
come
and
dine
with
me
to
-
morrow
,
you
know
—
eh
,
Celia
,
my
dear
?
"
"
You
will
,
James
—
won
’
t
you
?
"
said
Celia
,
taking
her
husband
’
s
hand
.
"
Oh
,
of
course
,
if
you
like
,
"
said
Sir
James
,
pulling
down
his
waistcoat
,
but
unable
yet
to
adjust
his
face
good
-
humoredly
.
"
That
is
to
say
,
if
it
is
not
to
meet
anybody
else
.
’
:
"
No
,
no
,
no
,
"
said
Mr
.
Brooke
,
understanding
the
condition
.
"
Dorothea
would
not
come
,
you
know
,
unless
you
had
been
to
see
her
.
"
When
Sir
James
and
Celia
were
alone
,
she
said
,
"
Do
you
mind
about
my
having
the
carriage
to
go
to
,
Lowick
,
James
?
"
"
What
,
now
,
directly
?
"
he
answered
,
with
some
surprise
.
"
Yes
,
it
is
very
important
,
"
said
Celia
.
"
Remember
,
Celia
,
I
cannot
see
her
,
"
said
Sir
James
.
