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Jacobs standing before the portrait of the Marquess's brother. "Fine picture that, Miss Grant," he said. "He must have been a splendid fellow: great pity he died. Oh, yes, I know who it is," he went on, answering the question in Celia's eyes.
"Celia can do any thing!" and Thorny gave an all-embracing wave of the hand, which forcibly expressed his firm belief in his sister's boundless powers. "I made some poetry once. Bab and Betty thought it was first-rate, I didn't," said Ben, moved to confidence by the discovery of Miss Celia's poetic skill.
It must have been you, Reuben. There's nobody else round here 'd do it!" "No," said Reuben, "I haven't been nigh the Perdu these three days past. And then I didn't try walking on it, any way." "Well," continued Celia's father, "I suppose folks would call it queer! Those foot-marks just began at one side of the Perdu, and ended right up sharp at the other.
"The sister is pretty," said Celia, implying that she thought less favorably of Mr. Casaubon's mother. It was a new opening to Celia's imagination, that he came of a family who had all been young in their time the ladies wearing necklaces. "It is a peculiar face," said Dorothea, looking closely.
It was over, and a very small thing to take so long about, too. He is an architect, and of course has a smooth path into aunt Celia's affections. Theological students, ministers, missionaries, heroes, and martyrs she may distrust, but architects never! "He is an architect, my dear Katharine, and he is a Copley," she told me afterwards.
Since they could remember, there had been a mixture of criticism and awe in the attitude of Celia's mind towards her elder sister. The younger had always worn a yoke; but is there any yoked creature without its private opinions?
And when he went to bed, instead of saying "Now I lay me," he repeated the third verse of Miss Celia's hymn; for that was his favorite, because his longing for the father whom he had seen made it seem sweet and natural now to love and lean, without fear upon the Father whom he had not seen. Every one was very kind to Ben when his loss was known. The Squire wrote to Mr.
Lansing tiptoed away to his own room, farther down the hall, feeling a strong sense of relief that the determination of the young substitute heads of the house to begin the new regime without a preliminary hour of wailing had been successfully carried through. "We've got the worst over," he thought, as he fell asleep. "Once fairly started, it won't be so bad. Celia's clear grit, that's sure."
As for me, I loathe them, and would not for worlds be seen carrying one, though I do slip a great many necessaries into aunt Celia's. I hastened to pick up the horrid thing, for fear the nice young man would feel obliged to do it for me; but, in my indecorous haste, I caught hold of the wrong end and emptied the entire contents on the stone flagging.
Miss Madden beamed upon him, and nodded approval. "Alcibiades never turned a prettier compliment," she remarked. They went in together at this, and Theron made a note of the name. During the ensuing half-hour, the young minister followed about even more humbly than the clerks in Celia's commanding wake.
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