Мидлмарч

Chapter 34

           "HeisjustlikeaminiatureofMr.Casaubon’sauntthathangsinDorothea’sboudoirquitenice-looking."

           "Averyprettysprig,"saidMrs.Cadwallader,dryly."Whatisyournephewtobe,Mr.Casaubon?"

           "Pardonme,heisnotmynephew.Heismycousin."

           "Well,youknow,"interposedMr.Brooke,"heistryinghiswings.Heisjustthesortofyoungfellowtorise.Ishouldbegladtogivehimanopportunity.Hewouldmakeagoodsecretary,now,likeHobbes,Milton,Swiftthatsortofman."

           "Iunderstand,"saidMrs.Cadwallader."Onewhocanwritespeeches."

           "I’llfetchhiminnow,eh,Casaubon?"saidMr.Brooke."Hewouldn’tcomeintillIhadannouncedhim,youknow.Andwe’llgodownandlookatthepicture.Thereyouaretothelife:adeepsubtlesortofthinkerwithhisfore-fingeronthepage,whileSaintBonaventureorsomebodyelse,ratherfatandflorid,islookingupattheTrinity.Everythingissymbolical,youknowthehigherstyleofart:Ilikethatuptoacertainpoint,butnottoofarit’sratherstrainingtokeepupwith,youknow.Butyouareathomeinthat,Casaubon.Andyourpainter’sfleshisgoodsolidity,transparency,everythingofthatsort.Iwentintothatagreatdealatonetime.However,I’llgoandfetchLadislaw."

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