Chapter 49

           AtasktoostrongforwizardspellsThissquirehadbroughtabout;‘Tiseasydroppingstonesinwells,Butwhoshallgetthemout?"

           "IwishtoGodwecouldhinderDorotheafromknowingthis,"saidSirJamesChettam,withalittlefrownonhisbrow,andanexpressionofintensedisgustabouthismouth.

           Hewasstandingonthehearth-ruginthelibraryatLowickGrange,andspeakingtoMr.Brooke.ItwasthedayafterMr.Casaubonhadbeenburied,andDorotheawasnotyetabletoleaveherroom.

           "Thatwouldbedifficult,youknow,Chettam,assheisanexecutrix,andshelikestogointothesethings—property,land,thatkindofthing.Shehashernotions,youknow,"saidMr.Brooke,stickinghiseye-glassesonnervously,andexploringtheedgesofafoldedpaperwhichheheldinhishand;"andshewouldliketoact—dependuponit,asanexecutrixDorotheawouldwanttoact.Andshewastwenty-onelastDecember,youknow.Icanhindernothing."

           SirJameslookedatthecarpetforaminuteinsilence,andthenliftinghiseyessuddenlyfixedthemonMr.Brooke,saying,"Iwilltellyouwhatwecando.UntilDorotheaiswell,allbusinessmustbekeptfromher,andassoonassheisabletobemovedshemustcometous.BeingwithCeliaandthebabywillbethebestthingintheworldforher,andwillpassawaythetime.AndmeanwhileyoumustgetridofLadislaw:youmustsendhimoutofthecountry.