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The
cousin
was
so
close
now
,
that
,
when
he
lifted
his
hat
,
Dorothea
could
see
a
pair
of
gray
eves
rather
near
together
,
a
delicate
irregular
nose
with
a
little
ripple
in
it
,
and
hair
falling
backward
;
but
there
was
a
mouth
and
chin
of
a
more
prominent
,
threatening
aspect
than
belonged
to
the
type
of
the
grandmother
’
s
miniature
.
Young
Ladislaw
did
not
feel
it
necessary
to
smile
,
as
if
he
were
charmed
with
this
introduction
to
his
future
second
cousin
and
her
relatives
;
but
wore
rather
a
pouting
air
of
discontent
.
"
You
are
an
artist
,
I
see
,
"
said
Mr
.
Brooke
,
taking
up
the
sketch
-
book
and
turning
it
over
in
his
unceremonious
fashion
.
"
No
,
I
only
sketch
a
little
.
There
is
nothing
fit
to
be
seen
there
,
"
said
young
Ladislaw
,
coloring
,
perhaps
with
temper
rather
than
modesty
.
"
Oh
,
come
,
this
is
a
nice
bit
,
now
.
I
did
a
little
in
this
way
myself
at
one
time
,
you
know
.
Look
here
,
now
;
this
is
what
I
call
a
nice
thing
,
done
with
what
we
used
to
call
BRIO
.
"
Mr
.
Brooke
held
out
towards
the
two
girls
a
large
colored
sketch
of
stony
ground
and
trees
,
with
a
pool
.
"
I
am
no
judge
of
these
things
,
"
said
Dorothea
,
not
coldly
,
but
with
an
eager
deprecation
of
the
appeal
to
her
.
"
You
know
,
uncle
,
I
never
see
the
beauty
of
those
pictures
which
you
say
are
so
much
praised
.
They
are
a
language
I
do
not
understand
.
I
suppose
there
is
some
relation
between
pictures
and
nature
which
I
am
too
ignorant
to
feel
—
just
as
you
see
what
a
Greek
sentence
stands
for
which
means
nothing
to
me
.
"
Dorothea
looked
up
at
Mr
.
Casaubon
,
who
bowed
his
head
towards
her
,
while
Mr
.
Brooke
said
,
smiling
nonchalantly
—
"
Bless
me
,
now
,
how
different
people
are
!
But
you
had
a
bad
style
of
teaching
,
you
know
—
else
this
is
just
the
thing
for
girls
—
sketching
,
fine
art
and
so
on
.
But
you
took
to
drawing
plans
;
you
don
’
t
understand
morbidezza
,
and
that
kind
of
thing
.
You
will
come
to
my
house
,
I
hope
,
and
I
will
show
you
what
I
did
in
this
way
,
"
he
continued
,
turning
to
young
Ladislaw
,
who
had
to
be
recalled
from
his
preoccupation
in
observing
Dorothea
.
Ladislaw
had
made
up
his
mind
that
she
must
be
an
unpleasant
girl
,
since
she
was
going
to
marry
Casaubon
,
and
what
she
said
of
her
stupidity
about
pictures
would
have
confirmed
that
opinion
even
if
he
had
believed
her
.
As
it
was
,
he
took
her
words
for
a
covert
judgment
,
and
was
certain
that
she
thought
his
sketch
detestable
.
There
was
too
much
cleverness
in
her
apology
:
she
was
laughing
both
at
her
uncle
and
himself
.
But
what
a
voice
!
It
was
like
the
voice
of
a
soul
that
had
once
lived
in
an
AEolian
harp
.
This
must
be
one
of
Nature
’
s
inconsistencies
.
There
could
be
no
sort
of
passion
in
a
girl
who
would
marry
Casaubon
.
But
he
turned
from
her
,
and
bowed
his
thanks
for
Mr
.
Brooke
’
s
invitation
.
"
We
will
turn
over
my
Italian
engravings
together
,
"
continued
that
good
-
natured
man
.
"
I
have
no
end
of
those
things
,
that
I
have
laid
by
for
years
.
One
gets
rusty
in
this
part
of
the
country
,
you
know
.
Not
you
,
Casaubon
;
you
stick
to
your
studies
;
but
my
best
ideas
get
undermost
—
out
of
use
,
you
know
.
You
clever
young
men
must
guard
against
indolence
.
I
was
too
indolent
,
you
know
:
else
I
might
have
been
anywhere
at
one
time
.
"
"
That
is
a
seasonable
admonition
,
"
said
Mr
.
Casaubon
;
"
but
now
we
will
pass
on
to
the
house
,
lest
the
young
ladies
should
be
tired
of
standing
.
"
