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Chapter 50

"'This Loller here wol precilen us somewhat.'

'Nay by my father's soule! that schal he nat,'

Sayde the Schipman, 'here schal he not preche,

We schal no gospel glosen here ne teche.

We leven all in the gret God,' quod he.

He wolden sowen some diffcultee."

Canterbury Tales.

Dorothea had been safe at Freshitt Hall nearly a week before she had asked

any dangerous questions. Every morning now she sat with Celia in the

prettiest of up-stairs sitting-rooms, opening into a small conservatory--

Celia all in white and lavender like a bunch of mixed violets,

watching the remarkable acts of the baby, which were so dubious

to her inexperienced mind that all conversation was interrupted

by appeals for their interpretation made to the oracular nurse.

Dorothea sat by in her widow's dress, with an expression which rather

provoked Celia, as being much too sad; for not only was baby quite well,

but really when a husband had been so dull and troublesome while

he lived, and besides that had--well, well! Sir James, of course,

had told Celia everything, with a strong representation how important

it was that Dorothea should not know it sooner than was inevitable.

But Mr. Brooke had been right in predicting that Dorothea would not

long remain passive where action had been assigned to her; she knew

the purport of her husband's will made at the time of their marriage,

and her mind, as soon as she was clearly conscious of her position,

was silently occupied with what she ought to do as the owner

of Lowick Manor with the patronage of the living attached to it.

One morning when her uncle paid his usual visit, though with an unusual

alacrity in his manner which he accounted for by saying that it

was now pretty certain Parliament would be dissolved forthwith,

Dorothea said--

"Uncle, it is right now that I should consider who is to have

the living at Lowick. After Mr. Tucker had been provided for,

I never heard my husband say that he had any clergyman in his

mind as a successor to himself. I think I ought to have the

keys now and go to Lowick to examine all my husband's papers.

There may be something that would throw light on his wishes."

"No hurry, my dear," said Mr. Brooke, quietly. "By-and-by, you know,

you can go, if you like. But I cast my eyes over things in the

desks and drawers--there was nothing--nothing but deep subjects,

you know--besides the will. Everything can be done by-and-by. As