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           "

           "I’llgowithyou,"saidMr.Brooke,startingupwithalacrity."Youmustallcomeanddinewithmeto-morrow,youknow—eh,Celia,mydear?"

           "Youwill,James—won’tyou?"saidCelia,takingherhusband’shand.

           "Oh,ofcourse,ifyoulike,"saidSirJames,pullingdownhiswaistcoat,butunableyettoadjusthisfacegood-humoredly."Thatistosay,ifitisnottomeetanybodyelse.’:

           "No,no,no,"saidMr.Brooke,understandingthecondition."Dorotheawouldnotcome,youknow,unlessyouhadbeentoseeher."

           WhenSirJamesandCeliawerealone,shesaid,"Doyoumindaboutmyhavingthecarriagetogoto,Lowick,James?"

           "What,now,directly?"heanswered,withsomesurprise.

           "Yes,itisveryimportant,"saidCelia.

           "Remember,Celia,Icannotseeher,"saidSirJames.

           "Notifshegaveupmarrying?"

           "Whatistheuseofsayingthat?—however,I’mgoingtothestables.I’lltellBriggstobringthecarriageround."

           Celiathoughtitwasofgreatuse,ifnottosaythat,atleasttotakeajourneytoLowickinordertoinfluenceDorothea’smind.Allthroughtheirgirlhoodshehadfeltthatshecouldactonhersisterbyawordjudiciouslyplaced—byopeningalittlewindowforthedaylightofherownunderstandingtoenteramongthestrangecoloredlampsbywhichDodohabituallysaw.