"Oh, it was cruel to speak so! How sad--how dreadful!"

She rose quickly and went out of the room, hurrying along the corridor,

with the irresistible impulse to go and see her husband and inquire if

she could do anything for him. Perhaps Mr. Tucker was gone and Mr.

Casaubon was alone in the library. She felt as if all her morning's

gloom would vanish if she could see her husband glad because of her

presence.

But when she reached the head of the dark oak there was Celia coming

up, and below there was Mr. Brooke, exchanging welcomes and

congratulations with Mr. Casaubon.

"Dodo!" said Celia, in her quiet staccato; then kissed her sister,

whose arms encircled her, and said no more. I think they both cried a

little in a furtive manner, while Dorothea ran down-stairs to greet her

uncle.

"I need not ask how you are, my dear," said Mr. Brooke, after kissing

her forehead. "Rome has agreed with you, I see--happiness, frescos,

the antique--that sort of thing. Well, it's very pleasant to have you

back again, and you understand all about art now, eh? But Casaubon is

a little pale, I tell him--a little pale, you know. Studying hard in

his holidays is carrying it rather too far. I overdid it at one

time"--Mr. Brooke still held Dorothea's hand, but had turned his face

to Mr. Casaubon--"about topography, ruins, temples--I thought I had a

clew, but I saw it would carry me too far, and nothing might come of

it. You may go any length in that sort of thing, and nothing may come

of it, you know."

Dorothea's eyes also were turned up to her husband's face with some

anxiety at the idea that those who saw him afresh after absence might

be aware of signs which she had not noticed.

"Nothing to alarm you, my dear," said Mr. Brooke, observing her

expression. "A little English beef and mutton will soon make a

difference. It was all very well to look pale, sitting for the

portrait of Aquinas, you know--we got your letter just in time. But

Aquinas, now--he was a little too subtle, wasn't he? Does anybody read

Aquinas?"

"He is not indeed an author adapted to superficial minds," said Mr.

Casaubon, meeting these timely questions with dignified patience.

"You would like coffee in your own room, uncle?" said Dorothea, coming

to the rescue.

"Yes; and you must go to Celia: she has great news to tell you, you

know. I leave it all to her."

The blue-green boudoir looked much more cheerful when Celia was seated

there in a pelisse exactly like her sister's, surveying the cameos with

a placid satisfaction, while the conversation passed on to other topics.




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