Мидлмарч

Chapter 28

           

           ButwhenshereachedtheheadofthedarkoaktherewasCeliacomingup,andbelowtherewasMr.Brooke,exchangingwelcomesandcongratulationswithMr.Casaubon.

           "Dodo!"saidCelia,inherquietstaccato;thenkissedhersister,whosearmsencircledher,andsaidnomore.Ithinktheybothcriedalittleinafurtivemanner,whileDorothearandown-stairstogreetheruncle.

           "Ineednotaskhowyouare,mydear,"saidMr.Brooke,afterkissingherforehead."Romehasagreedwithyou,Iseehappiness,frescos,theantiquethatsortofthing.Well,it’sverypleasanttohaveyoubackagain,andyouunderstandallaboutartnow,eh?ButCasaubonisalittlepale,Itellhimalittlepale,youknow.Studyinghardinhisholidaysiscarryingitrathertoofar.Ioverdiditatonetime"—Mr.BrookestillheldDorothea’shand,buthadturnedhisfacetoMr.Casaubon—"abouttopography,ruins,templesIthoughtIhadaclew,butIsawitwouldcarrymetoofar,andnothingmightcomeofit.Youmaygoanylengthinthatsortofthing,andnothingmaycomeofit,youknow."

           Dorothea’seyesalsowereturneduptoherhusband’sfacewithsomeanxietyattheideathatthosewhosawhimafreshafterabsencemightbeawareofsignswhichshehadnotnoticed.

           "Nothingtoalarmyou,mydear,"saidMr.Brooke,observingherexpression."AlittleEnglishbeefandmuttonwillsoonmakeadifference.

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