Мидлмарч

           Waule,whosaidstiffly,"Howdoyoudo,miss?"smiledandnoddedsilentlytoMary,andremainedstandingtillthecoughingshouldcease,andallowheruncletonoticeher.

           "Heyday,miss!"hesaidatlast,"youhaveafinecolor.Where’sFred?"

           "Seeingaboutthehorses.Hewillbeinpresently."

           "Sitdown,sitdown.Mrs.Waule,you’dbettergo."

           EventhoseneighborswhohadcalledPeterFeatherstoneanoldfox,hadneveraccusedhimofbeinginsincerelypolite,andhissisterwasquiteusedtothepeculiarabsenceofceremonywithwhichhemarkedhissenseofblood-relationship.Indeed,sheherselfwasaccustomedtothinkthatentirefreedomfromthenecessityofbehavingagreeablywasincludedintheAlmighty’sintentionsaboutfamilies.Sheroseslowlywithoutanysignofresentment,andsaidinherusualmuffledmonotone,"Brother,Ihopethenewdoctorwillbeabletodosomethingforyou.Solomonsaysthere’sgreattalkofhiscleverness.I’msureit’smywishyoushouldbespared.Andthere’snonemorereadytonurseyouthanyourownsisterandyourownnieces,ifyou’donlysaytheword.There’sRebecca,andJoanna,andElizabeth,youknow."

           "Ay,ay,Iremember—you’llseeI’veremembered’emall—alldarkandugly.They’dneedhavesomemoney,eh?Thereneverwasanybeautyinthewomenofourfamily;buttheFeatherstoneshavealwayshadsomemoney,andtheWaulestoo.Waulehadmoneytoo.AwarmmanwasWaule.