"And it is not only that I am a Jew," Deronda went on, enjoying one of those rare moments when our yearnings and our acts can be completely one, and the real we behold is our ideal good; "but I come of a strain that has ardently maintained the fellowship of our race--a line of Spanish Jews that has borne many students and men of practical power.

"And it is not only that I am a Jew," Deronda went on, enjoying one of those rare moments when our yearnings and our acts can be one; "but I come of a strain that has ardently maintained the fellowship of our race - a line of Spanish Jews that has borne many students and men of practical power.


And I possess what will give us a sort of communion with them.


My grandfather, Daniel Charisi, preserved manuscripts, family records stretching far back, in the hope that they would pass into the hands of his grandson.

My grandfather, Daniel Charisi, preserved manuscripts stretching far back, in the hope that they would pass into the hands of his grandson.


And now his hope is fulfilled, in spite of attempts to thwart it by hiding my parentage from me. I possess the chest containing them, with his own papers, and it is down below in this house.

Now his hope is fulfilled: I possess the chest containing them, and it is down below in this house.


I mean to leave it with you, Mordecai, that you may help me to study the manuscripts.


Some of them I can read easily enough--those in Spanish and Italian.

Some of them I can read easily enough - those in Spanish and Italian.


Others are in Hebrew, and, I think, Arabic; but there seem to be Latin translations.


I was only able to look at them cursorily while I stayed at Mainz.


Deronda ended with that bright smile which, beaming out from the habitual gravity of his face, seemed a revelation (the reverse of the continual smile that discredits all expression).

Deronda ended with that bright smile which seemed a revelation.


But when this happy glance passed from Mordecai to rest on Mirah, it acted like a little too much sunshine, and made her change her attitude.

But when this happy glance rested on Mirah, it acted like a little too much sunshine, and made her change her position.


She had knelt under an impulse with which any personal embarrassment was incongruous, and especially any thoughts about how Mrs. Grandcourt might stand to this new aspect of things--thoughts which made her color under Deronda's glance, and rise to take her seat again in her usual posture of crossed hands and feet, with the effort to look as quiet as possible.

She had knelt, but now she coloured under Deronda's glance, and rose to take her seat again in her usual posture, trying to look as quiet as possible.


Deronda, equally sensitive, imagined that the feeling of which he was conscious, had entered too much into his eyes, and had been repugnant to her.

Deronda, equally sensitive, imagined that his feeling for her had entered too much into his eyes, and had been repugnant to her.


He was ready enough to believe that any unexpected manifestation might spoil her feeling toward him--and then his precious relation to brother and sister would be marred.

He was afraid that his precious relation to brother and sister would be marred.


If Mirah could have no love for him, any advances of love on his part would make her wretched in that continual contact with him which would remain inevitable.

If Mirah could not love him, advances of love on his part would make her wretched in their inevitable contact.


While such feelings were pulsating quickly in Deronda and Mirah, Mordecai, seeing nothing in his friend's presence and words but a blessed fulfillment, was already speaking with his old sense of enlargement in utterance,

While such feelings were pulsating quickly in Deronda and Mirah, Mordecai, conscious of nothing but a blessed fulfilment, was speaking-


"Daniel, from the first, I have said to you, we know not all the pathways.

"Daniel, as I said to you, we know not all the pathways.


Has there not been a meeting among them, as of the operations in one soul, where an idea being born and breathing draws the elements toward it, and is fed and glows?

Has there not been a meeting among them, as of the operations in one soul, where an idea draws the elements toward it, and is fed and glows?


For all things are bound together in that Omnipresence which is the place and habitation of the world, and events are of a glass wherethrough our eyes see some of the pathways.

For all things are bound together in that Omnipresence which is the habitation of the world.


And if it seems that the erring and unloving wills of men have helped to prepare you, as Moses was prepared, to serve your people the better, that depends on another order than the law which must guide our footsteps.

And if it seems that the erring wills of men have helped to prepare you, as Moses was prepared, to serve your people the better, that depends on another order than the law which must guide our footsteps.


For the evil will of man makes not a people's good except by stirring the righteous will of man; and beneath all the clouds with which our thought encompasses the Eternal, this is clear--that a people can be blessed only by having counsellors and a multitude whose will moves in obedience to the laws of justice and love.

For a people can be blessed only by having counsellors whose will moves in obedience to the laws of justice and love.


For see, now, it was your loving will that made a chief pathway, and resisted the effect of evil; for, by performing the duties of brotherhood to my sister, and seeking out her brother in the flesh, your soul has been prepared to receive with gladness this message of the Eternal, 'behold the multitude of your brethren.'"

For see, now, it was your loving will that made a chief pathway; for, by performing the duties of brotherhood to my sister, and seeking out her brother, your soul has been prepared to receive with gladness this message of the Eternal, 'behold the multitude of your brethren.'"


"It is quite true that you and Mirah have been my teachers," said Deronda.


"If this revelation had been made to me before I knew you both, I think my mind would have rebelled against it.


Perhaps I should have felt then--'If I could have chosen, I would not have been a Jew.'


What I feel now is--that my whole being is a consent to the fact.

What I feel now is that my whole being is a consent to the fact.


But it has been the gradual accord between your mind and mine which has brought about that full consent."

But it has been the accord between your mind and mine which has brought that about."


At the moment Deronda was speaking, that first evening in the book-shop was vividly in his remembrance, with all the struggling aloofness he had then felt from Mordecai's prophetic confidence.

As Deronda was speaking, he remembered that first evening in the book-shop, and his struggling aloofness from Mordecai's prophetic confidence.


It was his nature to delight in satisfying to the utmost the eagerly-expectant soul, which seemed to be looking out from the face before him, like the long-enduring watcher who at last sees the mountain signal-flame; and he went on with fuller fervor,

It was his nature to delight in satisfying to the utmost the eagerly-expectant soul; and he went on with fuller fervour-


"It is through your inspiration that I have discerned what may be my life's task.


It is you who have given shape to what, I believe, was an inherited yearning--the effect of brooding, passionate thoughts in many ancestors--thoughts that seem to have been intensely present in my grandfather.

It is you who have given shape to what, I believe, was an inherited yearning - the effect of passionate thoughts in many ancestors - thoughts that were intensely present in my grandfather.


Suppose the stolen offspring of some mountain tribe brought up in a city of the plain, or one with an inherited genius for painting, and born blind--the ancestral life would lie within them as a dim longing for unknown objects and sensations, and the spell-bound habit of their inherited frames would be like a cunningly-wrought musical instrument, never played on, but quivering throughout in uneasy mysterious meanings of its intricate structure that, under the right touch, gives music.


Something like that, I think, has been my experience.


Since I began to read and know, I have always longed for some ideal task, in which I might feel myself the heart and brain of a multitude--some social captainship, which would come to me as a duty, and not be striven for as a personal prize.

I have always longed for some ideal task, in which I might feel myself the heart and brain of a multitude - some social captainship, which would come to me as a duty, and not be striven for as a prize.


You have raised the image of such a task for me--to bind our race together in spite of heresy.

You have raised the image of such a task for me - to bind our race together in spite of heresy.


You have said to me--'Our religion united us before it divided us--it made us a people before it made Rabbanites and Karaites.'


I mean to try what can be done with that union--I mean to work in your spirit.

I mean to try what can be done with that union.


Failure will not be ignoble, but it would be ignoble for me not to try."


"Even as my brother that fed at the breasts of my mother," said Mordecai, falling back in his chair with a look of exultant repose, as after some finished labor.

"Even as my brother," said Mordecai, falling back in his chair with a look of exultant repose.


To estimate the effect of this ardent outpouring from Deronda we must remember his former reserve, his careful avoidance of premature assent or delusive encouragement, which gave to this decided pledge of himself a sacramental solemnity, both for his own mind and Mordecai's.

To estimate the effect of this ardent outpouring from Deronda we must remember his former reserve, his careful avoidance of encouragement, which gave to this decided pledge of himself a sacramental solemnity.


On Mirah the effect was equally strong, though with a difference: she felt a surprise which had no place in her brother's mind, at Deronda's suddenly revealed sense of nearness to them: there seemed to be a breaking of day around her which might show her other facts unlike her forebodings in the darkness.

On Mirah the effect was equally strong, though she felt more surprise than her brother at Deronda's suddenly revealed nearness to them: there seemed to be a breaking of day around her which might show her other facts unlike her forebodings in the darkness.


But after a moment's silence Mordecai spoke again,


"It has begun already--the marriage of our souls.

"It has begun already - the marriage of our souls.


It waits but the passing away of this body, and then they who are betrothed shall unite in a stricter bond, and what is mine shall be thine.

It waits but the passing away of this body, and then we shall unite in a stricter bond, and what is mine shall be thine.


Call nothing mine that I have written, Daniel; for though our masters delivered rightly that everything should be quoted in the name of him that said it--and their rule is good--yet it does not exclude the willing marriage which melts soul into soul, and makes thought fuller as the clear waters are made fuller, where the fullness is inseparable and the clearness is inseparable.

Call nothing mine that I have written, Daniel; for the willing marriage melts soul into soul, and makes thought fuller as the clear waters are made fuller.


For I have judged what I have written, and I desire the body that I gave my thought to pass away as this fleshly body will pass; but let the thought be born again from our fuller soul which shall be called yours."


"You must not ask me to promise that," said Deronda, smiling.


"I must be convinced first of special reasons for it in the writings themselves.


That blent transmission must go on without any choice of ours; but what we can't hinder must not make our rule for what we ought to choose.


I think our duty is faithful tradition where we can attain it.


And so you would insist for any one but yourself.


Don't ask me to deny my spiritual parentage, when I am finding the clue of my life in the recognition of natural parentage."


"I will ask for no promise till you see the reason," said Mordecai.


"You have said the truth: I would obey the Master's rule for another.


But for years my hope, nay, my confidence, has been, not that the imperfect image of my thought, which is an ill-shaped work of the youthful carver who has seen a heavenly pattern, and trembles in imitating the vision--not that this should live, but that my vision and passion should enter into yours--yea, into yours; for he whom I longed for afar, was he not you whom I discerned as mine when you came near?

"But for years my hope has been, not that the imperfect image of my thought should live, but that my vision and passion should enter into yours; for he whom I longed for afar, was he not you whom I discerned when you came near?


Mordecai paused, and then began in a changed tone, reverting to previous suggestions from Deronda's disclosure: "What moved your parents----?"


but he immediately checked himself, and added, "Nay, I ask not that you should tell me aught concerning others, unless it is your pleasure."


"Some time--gradually--you will know all," said Deronda.

"I will relate the whole story of my journey at some time," said Deronda.


"But now tell me more about yourselves, and how the time has passed since I went away.

"But now tell me how the time has passed since I went away.


Mirah has been in distress about something."


He looked at Mirah, but she immediately turned to her brother, appealing to him to give the difficult answer.

He looked at Mirah, but she immediately turned to her brother.


She hoped he would not think it necessary to tell Deronda the facts about her father on such an evening as this.

She hoped he would not think it necessary to tell Deronda about her father this evening.


Just when Deronda had brought himself so near, and identified himself with her brother, it was cutting to her that he should hear of this disgrace clinging about them, which seemed to have become partly his.

Just when Deronda had brought himself so near, it hurt her that he should hear of this disgrace clinging about them.


To relieve herself she rose to take up her hat and cloak, thinking she would go to her own room: perhaps they would speak more easily when she had left them.

She rose to take up her cloak, meaning to go to her own room: perhaps they would speak more easily when she had left them.


A duty which seemed to have gone far into the distance, has come back and turned its face upon us, and raised no gladness--has raised a dread that we must submit to.

A duty which seemed to have gone far into the distance, has come back and raised a dread that we must submit to.


But for the moment we are delivered from any visible yoke. Let us defer speaking of it as if this evening which is deepening about us were the beginning of the festival in which we must offer the first fruits of our joy, and mingle no mourning with them."

But let us defer speaking of it, as if this evening were the beginning of the festival in which we must offer the fruits of our joy, and mingle no mourning with them."


Deronda divined the hinted grief, and left it in silence, rising as he saw Mirah rise, and saying to her, "Are you going?

Deronda guessed the hinted grief, and asked no more. Rising as he saw Mirah rise, he said, "Are you going?


I must leave almost immediately--when I and Mrs. Adam have mounted the precious chest, and I have delivered the key to Mordecai--no, Ezra,--may I call him Ezra now?

I must leave as soon as I have delivered the key to Mordecai - no, Ezra - may I call him Ezra now?"


I have learned to think of him as Ezra since I have heard you call him so."


"Please call him Ezra," said Mirah, faintly, feeling a new timidity under Deronda's glance and near presence.

"Please do," said Mirah, faintly, feeling a new timidity under Deronda's glance.


Was there really something different about him, or was the difference only in her feeling?


The strangely various emotions of the last few hours had exhausted her; she was faint with fatigue and want of food.

The various emotions of the last few hours had exhausted her; she was faint with fatigue and want of food.


Deronda, observing her pallor and tremulousness, longed to show more feeling, but dared not.


She put out her hand with an effort to smile, and then he opened the door for her.


A man of refined pride shrinks from making a lover's approaches to a woman whose wealth or rank might make them appear presumptuous or low-motived; but Deronda was finding a more delicate difficulty in a position which, superficially taken, was the reverse of that--though to an ardent reverential love, the loved woman has always a kind of wealth and rank which makes a man keenly susceptible about the aspect of his addresses.

A man of refined pride shrinks from making a lover's approaches to a woman whose wealth or rank might make them appear presumptuous; but Deronda was finding a more delicate difficulty in a position which, superficially, was the reverse of that - though to a reverential love, the loved woman has always a kind of rank which makes a man keenly susceptible about the appearance of his addresses.


Deronda's difficulty was what any generous man might have felt in some degree; but it affected him peculiarly through his imaginative sympathy with a mind in which gratitude was strong.

Deronda was affected peculiarly because of his imaginative sympathy with her mind.


Mirah, he knew, felt herself bound to him by deep obligations, which to her sensibilities might give every wish of his the aspect of a claim; and an inability to fulfill it would cause her a pain continually revived by their inevitable communion in care of Ezra.

Mirah, he knew, felt bound to him by deep obligations, which might seem to her to give every wish of his the aspect of a claim; and an inability to fulfil it would cause her a pain continually revived by their inevitable meetings in care of Ezra.


Here were fears not of pride only, but of extreme tenderness.


Altogether, to have the character of a benefactor seemed to Deronda's anxiety an insurmountable obstacle to confessing himself a lover, unless in some inconceivable way it could be revealed to him that Mirah's heart had accepted him beforehand.

Altogether, his character as a benefactor seemed to Deronda an insurmountable obstacle to confessing himself a lover, unless in some inconceivable way it could be revealed to him that Mirah already loved him.


And the agitation on his own account, too, was not small.


Even a man who has practised himself in love-making till his own glibness has rendered him sceptical, may at last be overtaken by the lover's awe--may tremble, stammer, and show other signs of recovered sensibility no more in the range of his acquired talents than pins and needles after numbness: how much more may that energetic timidity possess a man whose inward history has cherished his susceptibilities instead of dulling them, and has kept all the language of passion fresh and rooted as the lovely leafage about the hill-side spring!


As for Mirah her dear head lay on its pillow that night with its former suspicions thrown out of shape but still present, like an ugly story which had been discredited but not therefore dissipated.

As for Mirah, her former suspicions were thrown out of shape but still present, like an ugly story which had been discredited but not therefore dissipated.


All that she was certain of about Deronda seemed to prove that he had no such fetters upon him as she had been allowing herself to believe in.

All that she knew about Deronda seemed to prove that he had no such fetters upon him as she had begun to believe in.


His whole manner as well as his words implied that there were no hidden bonds remaining to have any effect in determining his future.

His whole manner as well as his words implied that he had no hidden bonds.


But notwithstanding this plainly reasonable inference, uneasiness still clung about Mirah's heart.

But uneasiness still clung about her heart.


Deronda was not to blame, but he had an importance for Mrs. Grandcourt which must give her some hold on him.


And the thought of any close confidence between them stirred the little biting snake that had long lain curled and harmless in Mirah's gentle bosom.


But did she this evening feel as completely as before that her jealousy was no less remote from any possibility for herself personally than if her human soul had been lodged in the body of a fawn that Deronda had saved from the archers?

But did she this evening feel that any possibility of attachment was as remote as before?


Something indefinable had happened and made a difference.


The soft warm rain of blossoms which had fallen just where she was--did it really come because she was there?

The soft warm rain of blossoms which had fallen just where she was - did it really come because she was there?


"Ritorna a tua scienza Che vuol, quanto la cosa e pi perfetta Pi senta il bene, e cosi la doglienza."


When Deronda met Gwendolen and Grandcourt on the staircase, his mind was seriously preoccupied.

When Deronda met Gwendolen and Grandcourt on the staircase, he was seriously preoccupied.


He had just been summoned to the second interview with his mother.


In two hours after his parting from her he knew that the Princess Halm-Eberstein had left the hotel, and so far as the purpose of his journey to Genoa was concerned, he might himself have set off on his way to Mainz, to deliver the letter from Joseph Kalonymos, and get possession of the family chest.

Two hours after his parting from her, the Princess Halm-Eberstein left the hotel, and he might himself have set off to Mainz, to deliver the letter from Joseph Kalonymos, and get possession of the family chest.


But mixed mental conditions, which did not resolve themselves into definite reasons, hindered him from departure.

But indefinite reasons stopped him from departing.


Long after the farewell he was kept passive by a weight of retrospective feeling.

Long after the farewell he was kept passive by a weight of memory.


He lived again, with the new keenness of emotive memory, through the exciting scenes which seemed past only in the sense of preparation for their actual presence in his soul.

He lived again through the exciting scenes which seemed past only in the sense of preparation for their actual presence in his soul.


He allowed himself in his solitude to sob, with perhaps more than a woman's acuteness of compassion, over that woman's life so near to his, and yet so remote.

He allowed himself in solitude to weep over that woman's life so near to his, and yet so remote.


He beheld the world changed for him by the certitude of ties that altered the poise of hopes and fears, and gave him a new sense of fellowship, as if under cover of the night he had joined the wrong band of wanderers, and found with the rise of morning that the tents of his kindred were grouped far off.

He beheld the world changed for him by the ties that altered his hopes and fears and gave him a new sense of fellowship, as if by darkness he had joined the wrong band of wanderers, and found with the rise of morning that the tents of his kindred were far off.


He had a quivering imaginative sense of close relation to the grandfather who had been animated by strong impulses and beloved thoughts, which were now perhaps being roused from their slumber within himself.

He imagined the grandfather who had been moved by the same strong impulses as were now being roused from slumber within himself.


And through all this passionate meditation Mordecai and Mirah were always present, as beings who clasped hands with him in sympathetic silence.

And through all this passionate meditation, Mordecai and Mirah were always present.


Of such quick, responsive fibre was Deronda made, under that mantle of self-controlled reserve into which early experience had thrown so much of his young strength.


When the persistent ringing of a bell as a signal reminded him of the hour he thought of looking into _Bradshaw_, and making the brief necessary preparations for starting by the next train--thought of it, but made no movement in consequence.

When the persistent ringing of a bell reminded him of the hour, he thought of looking at the railway timetable, but made no movement.


Wishes went to Mainz and what he was to get possession of there--to London and the beings there who made the strongest attachments of his life; but there were other wishes that clung in these moments to Genoa, and they kept him where he was by that force which urges us to linger over an interview that carries a presentiment of final farewell or of overshadowing sorrow.

He was drawn to Mainz, and to London and his strong attachments there; but other wishes clung to Genoa, with the force of lingering final farewell.


Deronda did not formally say, "I will stay over to-night, because it is Friday, and I should like to go to the evening service at the synagogue where they must all have gone; and besides, I may see the Grandcourts again."

He did not formally say, "I will stay over tonight, because it is Friday, and I should like to go to the evening service at the synagogue where they must all have gone; and besides, I may see the Grandcourts again."


But simply, instead of packing and ringing for his bill, he sat doing nothing at all, while his mind went to the synagogue and saw faces there probably little different from those of his grandfather's time, and heard the Spanish-Hebrew liturgy which had lasted through the seasons of wandering generations like a plant with wandering seed, that gives the far-off lands a kinship to the exile's home--while, also, his mind went toward Gwendolen, with anxious remembrance of what had been, and with a half-admitted impression that it would be hardness in him willingly to go away at once without making some effort, in spite of Grandcourt's probable dislike, to manifest the continuance of his sympathy with her since their abrupt parting.

But he sat doing nothing at all, thinking of the synagogue and also of Gwendolen. He half admitted that it would be cruel to go away without making some effort, in spite of Grandcourt's dislike, to show his sympathy with her.


In this state of mind he deferred departure, ate his dinner without sense of flavor, rose from it quickly to find the synagogue, and in passing the porter asked if Mr. and Mrs. Grandcourt were still in the hotel, and what was the number of their apartment.

In this state of mind he ate his dinner, rose from it quickly to find the synagogue, and in passing the porter asked if Mr. and Mrs. Grandcourt were still in the hotel.


The porter gave him the number, but added that they were gone out boating.

The porter told him they were gone out boating.


That information had somehow power enough over Deronda to divide his thoughts with the memories wakened among the sparse _talithim_ and keen dark faces of worshippers whose way of taking awful prayers and invocations with the easy familiarity which might be called Hebrew dyed Italian, made him reflect that his grandfather, according to the Princess's hints of his character, must have been almost as exceptional a Jew as Mordecai.

That information had somehow power enough over Deronda to divide his thoughts with the memories wakened among the keen dark faces of worshippers whose way of praying made him reflect that his grandfather must have been almost as exceptional a Jew as Mordecai.


But were not men of ardent zeal and far-reaching hope everywhere exceptional?

But were not men of ardent zeal and hope everywhere exceptional?


the men who had the visions which, as Mordecai said, were the creators and feeders of the world--moulding and feeding the more passive life which without them would dwindle and shrivel into the narrow tenacity of insects, unshaken by thoughts beyond the reach of their antennae.

They were the creators and feeders of the world - moulding and feeding the more passive life which without them would shrivel into the narrow tenacity of insects, unshaken by thoughts beyond the reach of their antennae.


Something of a mournful impatience perhaps added itself to the solicitude about Gwendolen (a solicitude that had room to grow in his present release from immediate cares) as an incitement to hasten from the synagogue and choose to take his evening walk toward the quay, always a favorite haunt with him, and just now attractive with the possibility that he might be in time to see the Grandcourts come in from their boating.

Some solicitude about Gwendolen caused him to hasten from the synagogue and choose to take his evening walk toward the quay, thinking it possible that he might be in time to see the Grandcourts come in from their boating.


In this case, he resolved that he would advance to greet them deliberately, and ignore any grounds that the husband might have for wishing him elsewhere.

In this case, he resolved to greet them deliberately, and ignore any grounds that the husband might have for wishing him elsewhere.


The sun had set behind a bank of cloud, and only a faint yellow light was giving its farewell kisses to the waves, which were agitated by an active breeze.

The sun had set behind a bank of cloud, and the waves were agitated by an active breeze.


Deronda, sauntering slowly within sight of what took place on the strand, observed the groups there concentrating their attention on a sailing-boat which was advancing swiftly landward, being rowed by two men.

Deronda, sauntering slowly, observed the groups upon the strand watching a sailing-boat which was advancing swiftly landward, being rowed by two men.


Amidst the clamorous talk in various languages, Deronda held it the surer means of getting information not to ask questions, but to elbow his way to the foreground and be an unobstructed witness of what was occurring.

Amidst the clamorous talk in various languages, Deronda elbowed his way to the foreground to see what was happening.


Telescopes were being used, and loud statements made that the boat held somebody who had been drowned.


One said it was the _milord_ who had gone out in a sailing boat; another maintained that the prostrate figure he discerned was _miladi_; a Frenchman who had no glass would rather say that it was _milord_ who had probably taken his wife out to drown her, according to the national practice--a remark which an English skipper immediately commented on in our native idiom (as nonsense which--had undergone a mining operation), and further dismissed by the decision that the reclining figure was a woman.

One said it was the milord who had gone out in a sailing boat; another maintained that the prostrate figure he could see was miladi; a Frenchman said that milord had probably taken his wife out to drown her, according to the national practice - a remark which an English skipper immediately condemned as nonsense.


For Deronda, terribly excited by fluctuating fears, the strokes of the oars as he watched them were divided by swift visions of events, possible and impossible, which might have brought about this issue, or this broken-off fragment of an issue, with a worse half undisclosed--if this woman apparently snatched from the waters were really Mrs. Grandcourt.

Deronda watched in fear, seeing swift visions of possible events which might have happened - if this woman apparently snatched from the waters were really Mrs. Grandcourt.


But soon there was no longer any doubt: the boat was being pulled to land, and he saw Gwendolen half raising herself on her hands, by her own effort, under her heavy covering of tarpaulin and pea-jackets--pale as one of the sheeted dead, shivering, with wet hair streaming, a wild amazed consciousness in her eyes, as if she had waked up in a world where some judgment was impending, and the beings she saw around were coming to seize her.

But soon there was no doubt: the boat was pulled to land, and he saw Gwendolen half raising herself under her heavy covering of tarpaulin - pale as one of the sheeted dead, shivering, with wet hair streaming and wild amazed eyes, as if she had waked up in a world where some judgment was impending, and the beings she saw around were coming to seize her.


The first rower who jumped to land was also wet through, and ran off; the sailors, close about the boat, hindered Deronda from advancing, and he could only look on while Gwendolen gave scared glances, and seemed to shrink with terror as she was carefully, tenderly helped out, and led on by the strong arms of those rough, bronzed men, her wet clothes clinging about her limbs, and adding to the impediment of her weakness.

The sailors, close about the boat, hindered Deronda from advancing, and he could only look on while Gwendolen, seeming to shrink with terror, was tenderly helped out by the strong arms of those rough, bronzed men, her wet clothes clinging about her limbs.


Suddenly her wandering eyes fell on Deronda, standing before her, and immediately, as if she had been expecting him and looking for him, she tried to stretch out her arms, which were held back by her supporters, saying, in a muffled voice,

Suddenly her wandering eyes fell on Deronda, standing before her, and as if she had been expecting him, she tried to stretch out her arms, saying-


said Deronda, in a tone of authority; "quiet yourself."


Then to the men who were assisting her, "I am a connection of this lady's husband.


If you will get her on to the _Italia_ as quickly as possible, I will undertake everything else."

If you will get her to the Italia as quickly as possible, I will undertake everything else."


He stayed behind to hear from the remaining boatman that her husband had gone down irrecoverably, and that his boat was left floating empty.

He stayed behind to hear the account of one of the boatmen, who told Deronda that her husband had gone down irrecoverably, and his boat was left floating empty.


He and his comrade had heard a cry, had come up in time to see the lady jump in after her husband, and had got her out fast enough to save her from much damage.


After this, Deronda hastened to the hotel to assure himself that the best medical help would be provided; and being satisfied on this point, he telegraphed the event to Sir Hugo, begging him to come forthwith, and also to Mr. Gascoigne, whose address at the rectory made his nearest known way of getting the information to Gwendolen's mother.

Deronda then hastened to the hotel to assure himself that the best medical help would be provided; and he telegraphed the event to Sir Hugo and also to Mr. Gascoigne, as the nearest way of getting the information to Gwendolen's mother.


Certain words of Gwendolen's in the past had come back to him with the effectiveness of an inspiration: in moments of agitated confession she had spoken of her mother's presence, as a possible help, if she could have had it.

He remembered that in agitated moments, Gwendolen had spoken of her mother's presence as a possible help, if she could have had it.


"Il est plus ais de connotre l'homme en gnral que de connotre un homme en particulier."


An hour after Grandcourt had left, the important news of Gwendolen's engagement was known at the rectory, and Mr. and Mrs. Gascoigne, with Anna, spent the evening at Offendene.

The news of Gwendolen's engagement was soon known at the rectory, and the Gascoignes spent the evening at Offendene.


"My dear, let me congratulate you on having created a strong attachment," said the rector.

"My dear, let me congratulate you," said the rector.


"You look serious, and I don't wonder at it: a lifelong union is a solemn thing.

"You look serious, and I don't wonder: a lifelong union is a solemn thing.


But from the way Mr. Grandcourt has acted and spoken I think we may already see some good arising out of our adversity. It has given you an opportunity of observing your future husband's delicate liberality."

But from the way Mr. Grandcourt has spoken we may already see some good arising out of our adversity, in showing you your future husband's delicate liberality."


Mr. Gascoigne referred to Grandcourt's mode of implying that he would provide for Mrs. Davilow--a part of the love-making which Gwendolen had remembered to cite to her mother with perfect accuracy.

For Gwendolen had told her mother of Mr. Grandcourt's offer to provide for her.


"But I have no doubt that Mr. Grandcourt would have behaved quite as handsomely if you had not gone away to Germany, Gwendolen, and had been engaged to him, as you no doubt might have been, more than a month ago," said Mrs. Gascoigne, feeling that she had to discharge a duty on this occasion.

"No doubt he would have behaved as handsomely had you become engaged to him a month ago," said Mrs. Gascoigne, feeling that she had to discharge a duty.


"But now there is no more room for caprice; indeed, I trust you have no inclination to any.

"But now there is no more room for caprice.


A woman has a great debt of gratitude to a man who perseveres in making her such an offer.


"I am not at all sure that I do, aunt," said Gwendolen, with saucy gravity.

"I am not sure that I do, aunt," said Gwendolen, with saucy gravity.


"I don't know everything it is proper to feel on being engaged."


The rector patted her shoulder and smiled as at a bit of innocent naughtiness, and his wife took his behavior as an indication that she was not to be displeased.

The rector patted her shoulder and smiled.


As for Anna, she kissed Gwendolen and said, "I do hope you will be happy," but then sank into the background and tried to keep the tears back too.

Anna kissed her, saying, "I do hope you will be happy," but then moved away and tried to keep the tears back.


In the late days she had been imagining a little romance about Rex--how if he still longed for Gwendolen her heart might be softened by trouble into love, so that they could by-and-by be married.

Lately she had been imagining a little romance about Rex - how Gwendolen's heart might be softened by trouble into love, so that they could marry.


And the romance had turned to a prayer that she, Anna, might be able to rejoice like a good sister, and only think of being useful in working for Gwendolen, as long as Rex was not rich.


But now she wanted grace to rejoice in something else.


Miss Merry and the four girls, Alice with the high shoulders, Bertha and Fanny the whisperers, and Isabel the listener, were all present on this family occasion, when everything seemed appropriately turning to the honor and glory of Gwendolen, and real life was as interesting as "Sir Charles Grandison."


The evening passed chiefly in decisive remarks from the rector, in answer to conjectures from the two elder ladies.


According to him, the case was not one in which he could think it his duty to mention settlements: everything must, and doubtless would safely be left to Mr. Grandcourt.


"I should like to know exactly what sort of places Ryelands and Gadsmere are," said Mrs. Davilow.


"Gadsmere, I believe, is a secondary place," said Mr. Gascoigne; "But Ryelands I know to be one of our finest seats. The park is extensive and the woods of a very valuable order.

"Gadsmere, I believe, is a secondary place," said Mr. Gascoigne; "But Ryelands I know to be one of our finest seats, with an extensive park.


The house was built by Inigo Jones, and the ceilings are painted in the Italian style.


The estate is said to be worth twelve thousand a year, and there are two livings, one a rectory, in the gift of the Grandcourts.

The estate is said to be worth twelve thousand a year."


Still, Mr. Grandcourt was an only child."


"It would be most remarkable," said Mrs. Gascoigne, "if he were to become Lord Stannery in addition to everything else.

"It would be most remarkable," said Mrs. Gascoigne, "if Mr. Grandcourt were to become Lord Stannery in addition to everything else.


Only think: there is the Grandcourt estate, the Mallinger estate, _and_ the baronetcy, _and_ the peerage,"--she was marking off the items on her fingers, and paused on the fourth while she added, "but they say there will be no land coming to him with the peerage."


It seemed a pity there was nothing for the fifth finger.


"The peerage," said the rector, judiciously, "must be regarded as a remote chance.


There are two cousins between the present peer and Mr. Grandcourt.


It is certainly a serious reflection how death and other causes do sometimes concentrate inheritances on one man.


But an excess of that kind is to be deprecated.


To be Sir Mallinger Grandcourt Mallinger--I suppose that will be his style--with corresponding properties, is a valuable talent enough for any man to have committed to him.


"And what a position for the wife, Gwendolen!"


said Mrs. Gascoigne; "a great responsibility indeed.


But you must lose no time in writing to Mrs. Mompert, Henry.

You must lose no time in writing to Mrs. Mompert, Henry.


It is a good thing that you have an engagement of marriage to offer as an excuse, else she might feel offended.


"I am rid of that horror," thought Gwendolen, to whom the name of Mompert had become a sort of Mumbo-jumbo.

"I am rid of that horror," thought Gwendolen, to whom the name of Mompert had become a sort of evil charm.


She was very silent through the evening, and that night could hardly sleep at all in her little white bed.

She was silent all evening, and that night could hardly sleep.


It was a rarity in her strong youth to be wakeful: and perhaps a still greater rarity for her to be careful that her mother should not know of her restlessness.

It was rare for her to be wakeful: and perhaps still rarer for her to be careful that her mother should not know of it.


But her state of mind was altogether new: she who had been used to feel sure of herself, and ready to manage others, had just taken a decisive step which she had beforehand thought that she would not take--nay, perhaps, was bound not to take.

But her state of mind was altogether new: she who used to feel sure of herself, had just taken a decisive step which she had thought that she would not take.


She could not go backward now; she liked a great deal of what lay before her; and there was nothing for her to like if she went back.


But her resolution was dogged by the shadow of that previous resolve which had at first come as the undoubting movement of her whole being.

But she was dogged by the shadow of that previous, instinctive resolve.


While she lay on her pillow with wide-open eyes, "looking on darkness which the blind do see," she was appalled by the idea that she was going to do what she had once started away from with repugnance.

Lying awake, she was appalled by the idea that she was going to do what she had once recoiled from.


It was new to her that a question of right or wrong in her conduct should rouse her terror; she had known no compunction that atoning caresses and presents could not lay to rest.

A question of right or wrong in her conduct had never raised terror in her before; she had known no compunction that atoning caresses could not lay to rest.


But here had come a moment when something like a new consciousness was awaked.

But now something like a new consciousness was awaked.


She seemed on the edge of adopting deliberately, as a notion for all the rest of her life, what she had rashly said in her bitterness, when her discovery had driven her away to Leubronn:--that it did not signify what she did; she had only to amuse herself as best she could.

She seemed on the edge of adopting deliberately, for the rest of her life, what she had rashly said in her bitterness - that it did not signify what she did; she had only to amuse herself.


That lawlessness, that casting away of all care for justification, suddenly frightened her: it came to her with the shadowy array of possible calamity behind it--calamity which had ceased to be a mere name for her; and all the infiltrated influences of disregarded religious teaching, as well as the deeper impressions of something awful and inexorable enveloping her, seemed to concentrate themselves in the vague conception of avenging power.

That lawlessness, that casting away of all care about justification, suddenly frightened her: she glimpsed shadowy calamity behind it.
All the influences of her disregarded religious teaching, as well as the deeper impressions of something awful and inexorable enveloping her, seemed to concentrate themselves in the vague idea of avenging power.


The brilliant position she had longed for, the imagined freedom she would create for herself in marriage, the deliverance from the dull insignificance of her girlhood--all immediately before her; and yet they had come to her hunger like food with the taint of sacrilege upon it, which she must snatch with terror.

The brilliant position she had longed for, the imagined freedom of marriage, the deliverance from dull insignificance - all had come to her hunger like food with the taint of sacrilege upon it, which she must snatch with terror.


In the darkness and loneliness of her little bed, her more resistant self could not act against the first onslaught of dread after her irrevocable decision.


That unhappy-faced woman and her children--Grandcourt and his relations with her--kept repeating themselves in her imagination like the clinging memory of a disgrace, and gradually obliterated all other thought, leaving only the consciousness that she had taken those scenes into her life.

That unhappy-faced woman and her children kept reappearing in her imagination, and gradually obliterated all other thought.


Her long wakefulness seemed a delirium; a faint, faint light penetrated beside the window-curtain; the chillness increased.

Her long wakefulness seemed a delirium; a faint light penetrated the window-curtain; the chillness increased.


She could bear it no longer, and cried "Mamma!"


"Yes, dear," said Mrs. Davilow, immediately, in a wakeful voice.

"Yes, dear," said Mrs. Davilow, immediately wakeful.


She soon went to sleep on her mother's shoulder, and slept on till late, when, dreaming of a lit-up ball-room, she opened her eyes on her mother standing by the bedside with a small packet in her hand.


"I am sorry to wake you, darling, but I thought it better to give you this at once.


The groom has brought Criterion; he has come on another horse, and says he is to stay here."

The groom has brought Criterion for you."


Gwendolen sat up in bed and opened the packet.


It was a delicate enameled casket, and inside was a splendid diamond ring with a letter which contained a folded bit of colored paper and these words:

It was a delicate enamelled casket, and inside was a splendid diamond ring with a letter which contained a folded paper and these words:


'Pray wear this ring when I come at twelve in sign of our betrothal.


I enclose a check drawn in the name of Mr. Gascoigne, for immediate expenses.

I enclose a cheque for immediate expenses.


Of course Mrs. Davilow will remain at Offendene, at least for some time.


I hope, when I come, you will have granted me an early day, when you may begin to command me at a shorter distance.


The check was for five hundred pounds, and Gwendolen turned it toward her mother, with the letter.


"But I really should like better not to be dependent on a son-in-law.

"But I should prefer not to be dependent on a son-in-law.


I and the girls could get along very well."


"Mamma, if you say that again, I will not marry him," said Gwendolen, angrily.


"My dear child, I trust you are not going to marry only for my sake," said Mrs. Davilow, deprecatingly.


Gwendolen tossed her head on the pillow away from her mother, and let the ring lie. She was irritated at this attempt to take away a motive.

Gwendolen tossed her head, irritated at this attempt to take away a motive.


Perhaps the deeper cause of her irritation was the consciousness that she was not going to marry solely for her mamma's sake--that she was drawn toward the marriage in ways against which stronger reasons than her mother's renunciation were yet not strong enough to hinder her.

Perhaps the deeper cause of her irritation was the consciousness that she was drawn toward the marriage for other reasons, as well as for her mamma's sake.


She had waked up to the signs that she was irrevocably engaged, and all the ugly visions, the alarms, the arguments of the night, must be met by daylight, in which probably they would show themselves weak.

She had woken to the knowledge that she was irrevocably engaged, and the ugly visions of the night would probably show themselves weak by day.


"What I long for is your happiness, dear," continued Mrs. Davilow, pleadingly.


For a few moments Gwendolen did not answer, but her thoughts were active.


At last she raised herself with a determination to do as she would do if she had started on horseback, and go on with spirit, whatever ideas might be running in her head.

Then she decided to act as if she were riding on horseback: she would go on with spirit, whatever ideas might be running in her head.


"I thought the lover always put on the betrothal ring himself," she said laughingly, slipping the ring on her finger, and looking at it with a charming movement of her head.

"I thought the lover always put on the betrothal ring himself," she said with a laugh, slipping the ring on her finger, and looking at it.


"I know why he has sent it," she added, nodding at her mamma.


"He would rather make me put it on than ask me to let him do it.


I should hate a man who went down on his knees, and came fawning on me.

I should hate a man who went down on his knees, and fawned on me.


"No, it is not, for a man," said Gwendolen gaily.


Will you come and do my hair, mamma, dear," she went on, drawing down her mamma's face to caress it with her own cheeks, "and not be so naughty any more as to talk of living in poverty?

Will you do my hair, mamma, dear, and not be so naughty any more as to talk of living in poverty?


You must bear to be made comfortable, even if you don't like it.


And Mr. Grandcourt behaves perfectly, now, does he not?"


"Certainly he does," said Mrs. Davilow, encouraged, and persuaded that after all Gwendolen was fond of her betrothed.


She herself thought him a man whose attentions were likely to tell on a girl's feeling.


Suitors must often be judged as words are, by the standing and the figure they make in polite society: it is difficult to know much else of them.


And all the mother's anxiety turned not on Grandcourt's character, but on Gwendolen's mood in accepting him.

She was not anxious about Grandcourt's character, but about Gwendolen's mood in accepting him.


The mood was necessarily passing through a new phase this morning.

The mood was passing through a new phase this morning.


Even in the hour of making her toilet, she had drawn on all the knowledge she had for grounds to justify her marriage.

Even while she dressed, she was drawing on all her knowledge to justify her marriage.


And what she most dwelt on was the determination, that when she was Grandcourt's wife, she would urge him to the most liberal conduct toward Mrs. Glasher's children.

And what she most dwelt on was the determination that, when she was Grandcourt's wife, she would urge him to be generous to Mrs. Glasher's children.


"Of what use would it be to her that I should not marry him?

"What use would it be to her if I did not marry him?


He could have married her if he liked; but he did _not_ like.

He could have married her if he liked; but he did not like.


There must be a great deal about her that I know nothing of.


And he must have been good to her in many ways, else she would not have wanted to marry him."

And he must have been good to her, else she would not want to marry him."


But that last argument at once began to appear doubtful.

But that last argument at once appeared doubtful.


Mrs. Glasher naturally wished to exclude other children who would stand between Grandcourt and her own: and Gwendolen's comprehension of this feeling prompted another way of reconciling claims.

Mrs. Glasher naturally wished her own children to inherit, and to exclude other children.


"Perhaps we shall have no children," thought Gwendolen.


And he might leave the estate to the pretty little boy.


My uncle said that Mr. Grandcourt could do as he liked with the estates.


Only when Sir Hugo Mallinger dies there will be enough for two."

When Sir Hugo Mallinger dies there will be enough for two."


This made Mrs. Glasher appear quite unreasonable in demanding that her boy should be sole heir; and the double property was a security that Grandcourt's marriage would do her no wrong, when the wife was Gwendolen Harleth with all her proud resolution not to be fairly accused.

This made Mrs. Glasher appear quite unreasonable in demanding that her little boy should be sole heir. Grandcourt's marriage would her do no wrong, when the wife was Gwendolen Harleth.


This maiden had been accustomed to think herself blameless; other persons only were faulty.

That maiden was accustomed to think herself blameless; other persons only were faulty.


It was striking, that in the hold which this argument of her doing no wrong to Mrs. Glasher had taken on her mind, her repugnance to the idea of Grandcourt's past had sunk into a subordinate feeling.

It was striking that her repugnance to the idea of Grandcourt's past had sunk into a subordinate feeling.


The terror she had felt in the night-watches at overstepping the border of wickedness by doing what she had at first felt to be wrong, had dulled any emotions about his conduct.


She was thinking of him, whatever he might be, as a man over whom she was going to have indefinite power; and her loving him having never been a question with her, any agreeableness he had was so much gain.

She was thinking of him as a man over whom she was going to have indefinite power; and since her loving him had never been a question with her, any agreeableness he had was so much gain.


Poor Gwendolen had no awe of unmanageable forces in the state of matrimony, but regarded it as altogether a matter of management, in which she would know how to act.

Poor Gwendolen regarded matrimony as altogether a matter of management, in which she would know how to act.


In relation to Grandcourt's past she encouraged new doubts whether he were likely to have differed much from other men; and she devised little schemes for learning what was expected of men in general.


But whatever else might be true in the world, her hair was dressed suitably for riding, and she went down in her riding-habit, to avoid delay before getting on horseback. She wanted to have her blood stirred once more with the intoxication of youth, and to recover the daring with which she had been used to think of her course in life.

By now her hair was dressed, and she went down in her riding-habit, eager to stir her blood again in riding with the daring intoxication of youth.


Already a load was lifted off her; for in daylight and activity it was less oppressive to have doubts about her choice, than to feel that she had no choice but to endure insignificance and servitude.


"Go back and make yourself look like a duchess, mamma," she said, turning suddenly as she was going down-stairs.


When Grandcourt raised her left hand gently and looked at the ring, she said gravely, "It was very good of you to think of everything and send me that packet."

When Grandcourt raised her left hand gently and looked at the ring, she said gravely, "It was very good of you to think of everything."


"You will tell me if there is anything I forget?"


he said, keeping the hand softly within his own.


"But I am very unreasonable in my wishes," said Gwendolen, smiling.


"Then I will not be unreasonable," said Gwendolen, taking away her hand and tossing her head saucily.


"I will not be told that I am what women always are."


"I did not say that," said Grandcourt, looking at her with his usual gravity.


said Gwendolen, moving to a distance with a little air of menace.


Grandcourt made his pause before he answered.


The sense of that love which he must once have given to another woman under strange circumstances was getting familiar.


Not till we have had a gallop over the downs.


I am so thirsty for that, I can think of nothing else.


Sunday the twentieth, twenty-seventh, Monday, Tuesday."


Gwendolen was counting on her fingers with the prettiest nod while she looked at Grandcourt, and at last swept one palm over the other while she said triumphantly, "It will begin in ten days!"


"Let us be married in ten days, then," said Grandcourt, "and we shall not be bored about the stables."


"What do women always say in answer to that?"


"They agree to it," said the lover, rather off his guard.


said Gwendolen, taking up her gauntlets and putting them on, while she kept her eyes on him with gathering fun in them.

said Gwendolen, taking up her gauntlets, while she kept her eyes on him with gathering fun in them.


A cruder lover would have lost the view of her pretty ways and attitudes, and spoiled all by stupid attempts at caresses, utterly destructive of drama.

A cruder lover would have lost the view of her pretty ways, and spoiled all by stupid attempts at caresses, utterly destructive of drama.


Grandcourt preferred the drama; and Gwendolen, left at ease, found her spirits rising continually as she played at reigning.


Perhaps if Klesmer had seen more of her in this unconscious kind of acting, instead of when she was trying to be theatrical, he might have rated her chance higher.


When they had had a glorious gallop, however, she was in a state of exhilaration that disposed her to think well of hastening the marriage which would make her life all of apiece with this splendid kind of enjoyment.

When they had had a glorious gallop, she was in a state of exhilaration that made her think well of hastening the marriage and having more of this splendid kind of enjoyment.


She would not debate any more about an act to which she had committed herself; and she consented to fix the wedding on that day three weeks, notwithstanding the difficulty of fulfilling the customary laws of the _trousseau_.

She would not debate it any longer; and she consented to fix the wedding on that day three weeks.


Lush, of course, was made aware of the engagement by abundant signs, without being formally told.

Lush, of course, was made aware of the engagement without being formally told.


But he expected some communication as a consequence of it, and after a few days he became rather impatient under Grandcourt's silence, feeling sure that the change would affect his personal prospects, and wishing to know exactly how.

But, expecting some communication, after a few days he became rather impatient under Grandcourt's silence; he was sure that the change would affect his personal prospects.


His tactics no longer included any opposition--which he did not love for its own sake.


He might easily cause Grandcourt a great deal of annoyance, but it would be to his own injury, and to create annoyance was not a motive with him. Miss Gwendolen he would certainly not have been sorry to frustrate a little, but--after all there was no knowing what would come. It was nothing new that Grandcourt should show a perverse wilfulness; yet in his freak about this girl he struck Lush rather newly as something like a man who was _fey_--led on by an ominous fatality; and that one born to his fortune should make a worse business of his life than was necessary, seemed really pitiable.

He had no wish to annoy Grandcourt. Miss Gwendolen he would certainly not have been sorry to frustrate a little; in his freak about this girl Grandcourt struck Lush as a man who was fey - led on by an ominous fatality.


Having protested against the marriage, Lush had a second-sight for its evil consequences.

Having protested against the marriage, Lush foresaw evil consequences.


Grandcourt had been taking the pains to write letters and give orders himself instead of employing Lush, and appeared to be ignoring his usefulness, even choosing, against the habit of years, to breakfast alone in his dressing-room.

Grandcourt appeared to be ignoring him, even choosing, against the habit of years, to breakfast alone in his dressing-room.


But a _tete--tete_ was not to be avoided in a house empty of guests; and Lush hastened to use an opportunity of saying--it was one day after dinner, for there were difficulties in Grandcourt's dining at Offendene,

But Lush found an opportunity of saying-


"And when is the marriage to take place?"


Grandcourt, who drank little wine, had left the table and was lounging, while he smoked, in an easy chair near the hearth, where a fire of oak boughs was gaping to its glowing depths, and edging them with a delicate tint of ashes delightful to behold.

Grandcourt had left the dinner table and was lounging, while he smoked, in an easy chair near the hearth.


The chair of red-brown velvet brocade was a becoming back-ground for his pale-tinted, well-cut features and exquisite long hands.

The red-brown velvet brocade was a becoming background for his pale, well-cut features and exquisite long hands.


Omitting the cigar, you might have imagined him a portrait by Moroni, who would have rendered wonderfully the impenetrable gaze and air of distinction; and a portrait by that great master would have been quite as lively a companion as Grandcourt was disposed to be.

He had a portrait's impenetrable gaze and air of distinction; and was just as lively a companion.


"We shall go to Ryelands for a little while; but we shall return here for the sake of the hunting."

"We shall go to Ryelands for a little while; but we shall return here for the hunting."


After this word there was the languid inarticulate sound frequent with Grandcourt when he meant to continue speaking, and Lush waited for something more.

After these words there was the languid inarticulate sound frequent with Grandcourt when he meant to continue speaking, and Lush waited for something more.


Nothing came, and he was going to put another question, when the inarticulate sound began again and introduced the mildly uttered suggestion,


"You had better make some new arrangement for yourself."


said Lush, prepared to be good-tempered on the occasion.

said Lush, prepared to be good-tempered.


I hope she will make up to you for the want of my services."


"I can't help your being so damnably disagreeable to women," said Grandcourt, in soothing apology.


"It makes no difference since she is the one in question."

"It makes no difference, since she is the one in question."


"I suppose I am not to be turned adrift after fifteen years without some provision."


"You must have saved something out of me."


But you must live in town and be ready to look after things when I want you.


"If you are not going to be at Ryelands this winter, I might run down there and let you know how Swinton goes on."

"If you are not going to be at Ryelands this winter, I might run down there."


I don't care a toss where you are, so that you keep out of sight."


"Much obliged," said Lush, able to take the affair more easily than he had expected.


He was supported by the secret belief that he should by-and-by be wanted as much as ever.


"Perhaps you will not object to packing up as soon as possible," said Grandcourt.


"The Torringtons are coming, and Miss Harleth will be riding over here."


Can't I be of use in going to Gadsmere?"


said Grandcourt, in his lowest audible tone, tossing his cigar into the fire, and rising to walk away.


He spent the evening in the solitude of the smaller drawing-room, where, with various new publications on the table of the kind a gentleman may like to have on hand without touching, he employed himself (as a philosopher might have done) in sitting meditatively on the sofa and abstaining from literature--political, comic, cynical, or romantic.

He spent the evening in the solitude of the smaller drawing-room, where, with various new publications on the table of the kind a gentleman may like to have on hand without reading, he employed himself in sitting meditatively on the sofa and abstaining from any literature.


In this way hours may pass surprisingly soon, without the arduous invisible chase of philosophy; not from love of thought, but from hatred of effort--from a state of the inward world, something like premature age, where the need for action lapses into a mere image of what has been, is, and may or might be; where impulse is born and dies in a phantasmal world, pausing in rejection of even a shadowy fulfillment.

In this way hours may pass surprisingly soon, without the arduous chase of philosophy; not from love of thought, but from hatred of effort.


That is a condition which often comes with whitening hair; and sometimes, too, an intense obstinacy and tenacity of rule, like the main trunk of an exorbitant egoism, conspicuous in proportion as the varied susceptibilities of younger years are stripped away.


But Grandcourt's hair, though he had not much of it, was of a fine, sunny blonde, and his moods were not entirely to be explained as ebbing energy.

But Grandcourt's moods were not to be explained as ebbing energy.


We mortals have a strange spiritual chemistry going on within us, so that a lazy stagnation or even a cottony milkiness may be preparing one knows not what biting or explosive material.

We mortals have a strange spiritual chemistry going on within us, so that a lazy stagnation may be preparing one knows not what explosive material.


The navvy waking from sleep and without malice heaving a stone to crush the life out of his still sleeping comrade, is understood to lack the trained motive which makes a character fairly calculable in its actions; but by a roundabout course even a gentleman may make of himself a chancy personage, raising an uncertainty as to what he may do next, that sadly spoils companionship.


Grandcourt's thoughts this evening were like the circlets one sees in a dark pool, continually dying out and continually started again by some impulse from below the surface.


The deeper central impulse came from the image of Gwendolen; but the thoughts it stirred would be imperfectly illustrated by a reference to the amatory poets of all ages.

The deeper central impulse came from the image of Gwendolen; but the thoughts it stirred were not the ones of love poetry.


It was characteristic that he got none of his satisfaction from the belief that Gwendolen was in love with him; and that love had overcome the jealous resentment which had made her run away from him.

He got none of his satisfaction from the belief that Gwendolen was in love with him.


On the contrary, he believed that this girl was rather exceptional in the fact that, in spite of his assiduous attention to her, she was not in love with him; and it seemed to him very likely that if it had not been for the sudden poverty which had come over her family, she would not have accepted him.

On the contrary, he believed that this girl was rather exceptional in the fact that, in spite of his assiduous attention, she was not in love with him; and it seemed to him very likely that if it had not been for her family's sudden poverty, she would not have accepted him.


From the very first there had been an exasperating fascination in the tricksiness with which she had--not met his advances, but--wheeled away from them.

From the very first there had been an exasperating fascination in the tricksiness with which she had wheeled away from him.


She had been brought to accept him in spite of everything--brought to kneel down like a horse under training for the arena, though she might have an objection to it all the while.

She had been brought to accept him in spite of everything - brought to kneel down like a horse under training for the arena, though she might object to it.


On the whole, Grandcourt got more pleasure out of this notion than he could have done out of winning a girl of whom he was sure that she had a strong inclination for him personally.

On the whole, Grandcourt got more pleasure out of this notion than he could have done out of winning a girl whom he thought was attracted to him personally.


And yet this pleasure in mastering reluctance flourished along with the habitual persuasion that no woman whom he favored could be quite indifferent to his personal influence; and it seemed to him not unlikely that by-and-by Gwendolen might be more enamored of him than he of her.

And yet along with this pleasure in mastering reluctance, he was persuaded that no woman whom he favoured could be quite indifferent to him; and it seemed likely that by-and-by Gwendolen might be more enamoured of him than he of her.


In any case, she would have to submit; and he enjoyed thinking of her as his future wife, whose pride and spirit were suited to command every one but himself.

In any case, she would have to submit; and he enjoyed thinking of her as his future wife, whose pride and spirit were suited to command everyone but himself.


He had no taste for a woman who was all tenderness to him, full of petitioning solicitude and willing obedience.

He had no taste for a woman who was all tenderness and willing obedience.


He meant to be master of a woman who would have liked to master him, and who perhaps would have been capable of mastering another man.


Lush, having failed in his attempted reminder to Grandcourt, thought it well to communicate with Sir Hugo, in whom, as a man having perhaps interest enough to command the bestowal of some place where the work was light, gentlemanly, and not ill-paid, he was anxious to cultivate a sense of friendly obligation, not feeling at all secure against the future need of such a place.

Lush thought it well to communicate with Sir Hugo, whose friendship he was anxious to cultivate, in case he should have need of future employment.


He wrote the following letter, and addressed it to Park Lane, whither he knew the family had returned from Leubronn:


MY DEAR SIR HUGO--Since we came home the marriage has been absolutely decided on, and is to take place in less than three weeks.

'MY DEAR SIR HUGO - Since we came home the marriage has been decided on, and is to take place in less than three weeks.


It is so far the worse for him that her mother has lately lost all her fortune, and he will have to find supplies.

It is the worse for him that her mother has lately lost all her fortune.


Grandcourt, I know, is feeling the want of cash; and unless some other plan is resorted to, he will be raising money in a foolish way. I am going to leave Diplow immediately, and I shall not be able to start the topic.

Grandcourt, I know, is feeling the want of cash; but I am leaving Diplow immediately, and I shall not be able to raise the topic with him.


What I should advise is, that Mr. Deronda, who I know has your confidence, should propose to come and pay a short visit here, according to invitation (there are going to be other people in the house), and that you should put him fully in possession of your wishes and the possible extent of your offer.

Therefore I advise that Mr. Deronda, who I know has your confidence, should propose to pay a short visit here (there will be other people in the house).


Then, that he should introduce the subject to Grandcourt so as not to imply that you suspect any particular want of money on his part, but only that there is a strong wish on yours.

Then he should introduce the subject to Grandcourt so as not to imply that you suspect his need of money.


What I have formerly said to him has been in the way of a conjecture that you might be willing to give a good sum for his chance of Diplow; but if Mr. Deronda came armed with a definite offer, that would take another sort of hold. Ten to one he will not close for some time to come; but the proposal will have got a stronger lodgment in his mind; and though at present he has a great notion of the hunting here, I see a likelihood, under the circumstances, that he will get a distaste for the neighborhood, and there will be the notion of the money sticking by him without being urged.

I have told him that you might be willing to give a good sum to rent Diplow; but if Mr. Deronda came armed with a definite offer, the proposal will get a stronger lodgement in his mind; and though at present he has a great notion of the hunting here, I see a likelihood that he will get a distaste for the neighbourhood, and will not need urging.


As I am not to be exiled to Siberia, but am to be within call, it is possible that, by and by, I may be of more service to you.

As I am not exiled to Siberia, but am to be within call, it is possible that I may be of more service to you.


But at present I can think of no medium so good as Mr. Deronda.


Nothing puts Grandcourt in worse humor than having the lawyers thrust their paper under his nose uninvited.


Trusting that your visit to Leubronn has put you in excellent condition for the winter, I remain, my dear Sir Hugo,


Sir Hugo, having received this letter at breakfast, handed it to Deronda, who, though he had chambers in town, was somehow hardly ever in them, Sir Hugo not being contented without him.

Sir Hugo, having received this letter at breakfast, handed it to Deronda, who, though he had chambers in town, was hardly ever in them, since Sir Hugo was not contented without him.


The chatty baronet would have liked a young companion even if there had been no peculiar reasons for attachment between them: one with a fine harmonious unspoiled face fitted to keep up a cheerful view of posterity and inheritance generally, notwithstanding particular disappointments; and his affection for Deronda was not diminished by the deep-lying though not obtrusive difference in their notions and tastes.

The chatty baronet's affection for Deronda was not diminished by the differences in their ideas and tastes.


Perhaps it was all the stronger; acting as the same sort of difference does between a man and a woman in giving a piquancy to the attachment which subsists in spite of it.


Sir Hugo did not think unapprovingly of himself; but he looked at men and society from a liberal-menagerie point of view, and he had a certain pride in Deronda's differing from him, which, if it had found voice, might have said--"You see this fine young fellow--not such as you see every day, is he?--he belongs to me in a sort of way. I brought him up from a child; but you would not ticket him off easily, he has notions of his own, and he's as far as the poles asunder from what I was at his age."

Sir Hugo had a certain pride in Deronda's differing from him, and his having strong notions of his own.


This state of feeling was kept up by the mental balance in Deronda, who was moved by an affectionateness such as we are apt to call feminine, disposing him to yield in ordinary details, while he had a certain inflexibility of judgment, and independence of opinion, held to be rightfully masculine.

Deronda, in turn, was moved by an affectionate nature such as we are apt to call feminine, disposing him to yield in ordinary details; while he had a certain inflexibility of judgment, and independence of opinion, held to be rightfully masculine.


When he had read the letter, he returned it without speaking, inwardly wincing under Lush's mode of attributing a neutral usefulness to him in the family affairs.

When he had read the letter, he returned it without speaking.


You have not seen the place for a good many years now, and you might have a famous run with the harriers if you went down next week," said Sir Hugo.

You have not seen the place for a good many years, and you might have a run with the harriers if you went down next week," said Sir Hugo.


"I should not go on that account," said Deronda, buttering his bread attentively.

"I should not go on that account," said Deronda, buttering his bread.


He had an objection to this transparent kind of persuasiveness, which all intelligent animals are seen to treat with indifference.

He objected to this transparent kind of persuasiveness.


If he went to Diplow he should be doing something disagreeable to oblige Sir Hugo.


And it would be a pity to lose the occasion."

And it would be a pity to lose the chance."


"That is a different matter--if you think my going of importance to your object," said Deronda, still with that aloofness of manner which implied some suppression.

"That is a different matter - if you think my going is important to your object," said Deronda, still aloof.


He knew that the baronet had set his heart on the affair.


"Why, you will see the fair gambler, the Leubronn Diana, I shouldn't wonder," said Sir Hugo, gaily.


"We shall have to invite her to the Abbey, when they are married," he added, turning to Lady Mallinger, as if she too had read the letter.

"We shall have to invite her to the Abbey, when they are married," he added, turning to Lady Mallinger.


"I cannot conceive whom you mean," said Lady Mallinger, who in fact had not been listening, her mind having been taken up with her first sips of coffee, the objectionable cuff of her sleeve, and the necessity of carrying Theresa to the dentist--innocent and partly laudable preoccupations, as the gentle lady's usually were.

"I cannot conceive whom you mean," said Lady Mallinger, who in fact had not been listening.


Should her appearance be inquired after, let it be said that she had reddish blonde hair (the hair of the period), a small Roman nose, rather prominent blue eyes and delicate eyelids, with a figure which her thinner friends called fat, her hands showing curves and dimples like a magnified baby's.


"I mean that Grandcourt is going to marry the girl you saw at Leubronn--don't you remember her--the Miss Harleth who used to play at roulette."

"Grandcourt is going to marry the girl you saw at Leubronn - the Miss Harleth who played at roulette."


"That depends on the sort of goodness he wants," said Sir Hugo, smiling.


"However, she and her friends have nothing, and she will bring him expenses. It's a good match for my purposes, because if I am willing to fork out a sum of money, he may be willing to give up his chance of Diplow, so that we shall have it out and out, and when I die you will have the consolation of going to the place you would like to go to--wherever I may go."

"She has nothing: so it's a good match for my purposes, because if I am willing to fork out a large enough sum of money, he may be willing to give up Diplow, so that we shall have it."


"I wish you would not talk of dying in that light way, dear."


"It's rather a heavy way, Lou, for I shall have to pay a heavy sum--forty thousand, at least."


"But why are we to invite them to the Abbey?"


"I do _not_ like women who gamble, like Lady Cragstone."


Besides, she is not like Lady Cragstone because she gambled a little, any more than I am like a broker because I'm a Whig.


I want to keep Grandcourt in good humor, and to let him see plenty of this place, that he may think the less of Diplow.

I want to keep Grandcourt in good humour, and to let him see plenty of this place, that he may think the less of Diplow.


I don't know yet whether I shall get him to meet me in this matter.

I don't know yet whether I shall get him to agree.


And if Dan were to go over on a visit there, he might hold out the bait to him.

If Dan were to visit there, he might hold out the bait to him.


"Daniel is not fond of Mr. Grandcourt, I think, is he?"

"Daniel is not fond of Mr. Grandcourt, is he?"


said Lady Mallinger, looking at Deronda inquiringly.


"There is no avoiding everybody one doesn't happen to be fond of," said Deronda.


"I will go to Diplow--I don't know that I have anything better to do--since Sir Hugo wishes it."

"I will go to Diplow, since Sir Hugo wishes it."


"And if you don't find it very pleasant, it's so much experience.


Nothing used to come amiss to me when I was young.


"Yes; but I have seen that man, and something of his manners too," said Deronda.


"Not nice manners, I think," said Lady Mallinger.


"Well, you see they succeed with your sex," said Sir Hugo, provokingly.

"Well, they succeed with your sex," said Sir Hugo, provokingly.


"And he was an uncommonly good-looking fellow when he was two or three and twenty--like his father.

"And he was an uncommonly good-looking fellow when he was two or three and twenty."


He doesn't take after his father in marrying the heiress, though.


If he had got Miss Arrowpoint and my land too, confound him, he would have had a fine principality."


Deronda, in anticipating the projected visit, felt less disinclination than when consenting to it.

Deronda felt more willingness than at first.


The story of that girl's marriage did interest him: what he had heard through Lush of her having run away from the suit of the man she was now going to take as a husband, had thrown a new sort of light on her gambling; and it was probably the transition from that fevered worldliness into poverty which had urged her acceptance where she must in some way have felt repulsion.

The story of that girl's marriage interested him: what he had heard through Lush, about her having run away from the man she was now going to take as a husband, had thrown a new light on her gambling. It was probably the transition into poverty which had urged her acceptance where she must have felt repulsion.


All this implied a nature liable to difficulty and struggle--elements of life which had a predominant attraction for his sympathy, due perhaps to his early pain in dwelling on the conjectured story of his own existence.

All this implied a nature liable to difficulty and struggle - elements of life which had attracted his sympathy, due perhaps to his early pain in conjecturing about his own story.


Persons attracted him, as Hans Meyrick had done, in proportion to the possibility of his defending them, rescuing them, telling upon their lives with some sort of redeeming influence; and he had to resist an inclination, easily accounted for, to withdraw coldly from the fortunate.

People attracted him, as Hans Meyrick had done, in proportion to the possibility of his defending and rescuing them; and he had to resist an inclination to withdraw coldly from the fortunate.


But in the movement which had led him to repurchase Gwendolen's necklace for her, and which was at work in him still, there was something beyond his habitual compassionate fervor--something due to the fascination of her womanhood.

But his impulse to repurchase Gwendolen's necklace for her had been due to something beyond his habitual compassion - to the fascination of her womanhood.


He was very open to that sort of charm, and mingled it with the consciously Utopian pictures of his own future; yet any one able to trace the folds of his character might have conceived that he would be more likely than many less passionate men to love a woman without telling her of it.

He was very open to that sort of charm; yet he would be more likely than many less passionate men to love a woman without telling her of it.


Sprinkle food before a delicate-eared bird: there is nothing he would more willingly take, yet he keeps aloof, because of his sensibility to checks which to you are imperceptible.


And one man differs from another, as we all differ from the Bosjesman, in a sensibility to checks, that come from variety of needs, spiritual or other.


It seemed to foreshadow that capability of reticence in Deronda that his imagination was much occupied with two women, to neither of whom would he have held it possible that he should ever make love.

Deronda's imagination was much occupied with two women, to neither of whom would he have held it possible that he should ever make love.


Hans Meyrick had laughed at him for having something of the knight-errant in his disposition; and he would have found his proof if he had known what was just now going on in Deronda's mind about Mirah and Gwendolen.


Deronda wrote without delay to announce his visit to Diplow, and received in reply a polite assurance that his coming would give great pleasure.

Deronda wrote to announce his visit to Diplow, and received in reply a polite assurance that his coming would give great pleasure.


Grandcourt thought it probable that the visit was prompted by Sir Hugo's desire to court him for a purpose which he did not make up his mind to resist; and it was not a disagreeable idea to him that this fine fellow, whom he believed to be his cousin under the rose, would witness, perhaps with some jealousy, Henleigh Mallinger Grandcourt play the commanding part of betrothed lover to a splendid girl whom the cousin had already looked at with admiration.

Grandcourt understood the reason behind Sir Hugo's desire to court him; and it was not disagreeable to him that this fine fellow, whom he believed to be his cousin, would witness with some jealousy Henleigh Grandcourt play the commanding part of betrothed lover to a splendid girl, whom the cousin had seen and admired.


Grandcourt himself was not jealous of anything unless it threatened his mastery--which he did not think himself likely to lose.

Grandcourt himself was not jealous of anything unless it threatened his mastery - which he did not think himself likely to lose.


"I count myself in nothing else so happy As in a soul remembering my good friends."


Sir Hugo Mallinger was not so prompt in starting for Genoa as Mr. Gascoigne had been, and Deronda on all accounts would not take his departure until he had seen the baronet.

Sir Hugo Mallinger was not so prompt in starting for Genoa as Mr. Gascoigne had been, and Deronda would not depart until he had seen the baronet.


There was not only Grandcourt's death, but also the late crisis in his own life to make reasons why his oldest friend would desire to have the unrestrained communication of speech with him, for in writing he had not felt able to give any details concerning the mother who had come and gone like an apparition.

Not only Grandcourt's death, but also the late crisis in his own life made him wish to speak with his oldest friend.


It was not till the fifth evening that Deronda, according to telegram, waited for Sir Hugo at the station, where he was to arrive between eight and nine; and while he was looking forward to the sight of the kind, familiar face, which was part of his earliest memories, something like a smile, in spite of his late tragic experience, might have been detected in his eyes and the curve of his lips at the idea of Sir Hugo's pleasure in being now master of his estates, able to leave them to his daughters, or at least--according to a view of inheritance which had just been strongly impressed on Deronda's imagination--to take makeshift feminine offspring as intermediate to a satisfactory heir in a grandson.

So on the fifth evening Deronda waited for Sir Hugo at the station; and while he was looking forward to the sight of the kind, familiar face, he almost smiled, despite his late tragic experience, at the idea of Sir Hugo's pleasure in being now master of his estates, able to leave them to his daughters.


We should be churlish creatures if we could have no joy in our fellow-mortals' joy, unless it were in agreement with our theory of righteous distribution and our highest ideal of human good: what sour corners our mouths would get--our eyes, what frozen glances! and all the while our own possessions and desires would not exactly adjust themselves to our ideal. We must have some comradeship with imperfection; and it is, happily, possible to feel gratitude even where we discern a mistake that may have been injurious, the vehicle of the mistake being an affectionate intention prosecuted through a life-time of kindly offices.

We should be churlish creatures if we could have no joy in our fellow-mortals' joy; and it is, happily, possible to feel gratitude even where we discern a mistake that may have injured us, if it was made with an affectionate intention through a life-time of kindly offices.


Deronda's feeling and judgment were strongly against the action of Sir Hugo in making himself the agent of a falsity--yes, a falsity: he could give no milder name to the concealment under which he had been reared.

Deronda felt that Sir Hugo had committed a falsity.


But the baronet had probably had no clear knowledge concerning the mother's breach of trust, and with his light, easy way of taking life, had held it a reasonable preference in her that her son should be made an English gentleman, seeing that she had the eccentricity of not caring to part from her child, and be to him as if she were not.

But the baronet had probably had no knowledge of the mother's breach of trust, and had assumed that she would prefer her son to be made an English gentleman, since she did not seem to care about parting from him.


Daniel's affectionate gratitude toward Sir Hugo made him wish to find grounds of excuse rather than blame; for it is as possible to be rigid in principle and tender in blame, as it is to suffer from the sight of things hung awry, and yet to be patient with the hanger who sees amiss. If Sir Hugo in his bachelorhood had been beguiled into regarding children chiefly as a product intended to make life more agreeable to the full-grown, whose convenience alone was to be consulted in the disposal of them--why, he had shared an assumption which, if not formally avowed, was massively acted on at that date of the world's history; and Deronda, with all his keen memory of the painful inward struggle he had gone through in his boyhood, was able also to remember the many signs that his experience had been entirely shut out from Sir Hugo's conception.

Daniel's affectionate gratitude toward Sir Hugo made him wish to excuse rather than to blame him; and, with all his keen memory of the painful inward struggle he had gone through in his boyhood, he was aware also that Sir Hugo had had no idea of his distress.


Ignorant kindness may have the effect of cruelty; but to be angry with it as if it were direct cruelty would be an ignorant _un_kindness, the most remote from Deronda's large imaginative lenience toward others.

Ignorant kindness may have the effect of cruelty; but to be angry with it as if it were direct cruelty would be an ignorant unkindness, remote from Deronda's large imaginative lenience toward others.


And perhaps now, after the searching scenes of the last ten days, in which the curtain had been lifted for him from the secrets of lives unlike his own, he was more than ever disposed to check that rashness of indignation or resentment which has an unpleasant likeness to the love of punishing.

And perhaps now, after the last ten days, he was more than ever disposed to avoid that rash resentment which is close to a love of punishment.


When he saw Sir Hugo's familiar figure descending from the railway carriage, the life-long affection which had been well accustomed to make excuses, flowed in and submerged all newer knowledge that might have seemed fresh ground for blame.

When he saw Sir Hugo's familiar figure descending from the railway carriage, his life-long affection submerged all ground for blame.


"Well, Dan," said Sir Hugo, with a serious fervor, grasping Deronda's hand.

"Well, Dan," said Sir Hugo, grasping Deronda's hand.


He uttered no other words of greeting; there was too strong a rush of mutual consciousness.


The next thing was to give orders to the courier, and then to propose walking slowly in the mild evening, there being no hurry to get to the hotel.

The courier having taken the baggage, they walked slowly to the hotel together.


"I have taken my journey easily, and am in excellent condition," he said, as he and Deronda came out under the starlight, which was still faint with the lingering sheen of day.


"I didn't hurry in setting off, because I wanted to inquire into things a little, and so I got sight of your letter to Lady Mallinger before I started.

"I didn't hurry in setting off," Sir Hugo said, "because I wanted to inquire into things, and so I saw your letter to Lady Mallinger before I started.


"She seems to be escaping the bodily illness that one might have feared for her, after her plunge and terrible excitement.

"She seems to be escaping the illness that one might have feared, after her plunge and terrible excitement.


Her uncle and mother came two days ago, and she is being well taken care of."


"From what Mr. Gascoigne said to me, I conclude not."


He spoke as if it were a question whether the widow would have the estates for her life."


"It will not be much of a wrench to her affections, I fancy, this loss of the husband?"


said Sir Hugo, looking round at Deronda.


"The suddenness of the death has been a great blow to her," said Deronda, quietly evading the question.


"I wonder whether Grandcourt gave her any notion what were the provisions of his will?"


if there is no prospect of a legitimate heir, he has left everything to a boy he had by a Mrs. Glasher; you know nothing about the affair, I suppose, but she was a sort of wife to him for a good many years, and there are three older children--girls.

if there is no prospect of a legitimate heir, he has left everything to a boy he had by a Mrs. Glasher. You know nothing about the affair, I suppose, but she was a sort of wife to him for a good many years, and there are three older girls.


The boy is to take his father's name; he is Henleigh already, and he is to be Henleigh Mallinger Grandcourt. The Mallinger will be of no use to him, I am happy to say; but the young dog will have more than enough with his fourteen years' minority--no need to have had holes filled up with my fifty thousand for Diplow that he had no right to: and meanwhile my beauty, the young widow, is to put up with a poor two thousand a year and the house at Gadsmere--a nice kind of banishment for her if she chose to shut herself up there, which I don't think she will.

The boy is to take his father's name, and he will have more than enough: and meanwhile my beauty, the young widow, is to put up with a poor two thousand a year and the house at Gadsmere.


The boy's mother has been living there of late years.


I'm perfectly disgusted with Grandcourt.


I don't know that I'm obliged to think the better of him because he's drowned, though, so far as my affairs are concerned, nothing in his life became him like the leaving it."

I don't know that I'm obliged to think the better of him because he's drowned; though, so far as I'm concerned, nothing in his life became him like the leaving it."


"In my opinion he did wrong when he married this wife--not in leaving his estates to the son," said Deronda, rather dryly.

"In my opinion he did wrong when he married this wife, not in leaving his estates to the son," said Deronda, rather dryly.


"I say nothing against his leaving the land to the lad," said Sir Hugo; "but since he had married this girl he ought to have given her a handsome provision, such as she could live on in a style fitted to the rank he had raised her to.

"I say nothing against his leaving the land to the lad," said Sir Hugo; "but since he had married this girl he ought to have given her a handsome provision.


She ought to have had four or five thousand a year and the London house for her life; that's what I should have done for her.


I suppose, as she was penniless, her friends couldn't stand out for a settlement, else it's ill trusting to the will a man may make after he's married.


Even a wise man generally lets some folly ooze out of him in his will--my father did, I know; and if a fellow has any spite or tyranny in him, he's likely to bottle off a good deal for keeping in that sort of document.

Even a wise man generally lets some folly ooze out of him in his will - my father did, I know; and if a fellow has any spite in him, he's likely to bottle up a good deal in that sort of document.


It's quite clear Grandcourt meant that his death should put an extinguisher on his wife, if she bore him no heir."


"And, in the other case, I suppose everything would have been reversed--illegitimacy would have had the extinguisher?"

"And, in the other case, I suppose everything would have been reversed?"


"Precisely--Gadsmere and the two thousand.

"Precisely - Gadsmere and the two thousand.


One nuisance is that Grandcourt has made me an executor; but seeing he was the son of my only brother, I can't refuse to act.

One nuisance is that Grandcourt has made me an executor; but seeing he was my nephew, I can't refuse.


And I shall mind it less if I can be of any use to the widow.


Lush thinks she was not in ignorance about the family under the rose, and the purport of the will.

Lush thinks she knew about the family under the rose, and the purport of the will.


He hints that there was no very good understanding between the couple.


But I fancy you are the man who knew most about what Mrs. Grandcourt felt or did not feel--eh, Dan?"

But I fancy you are the man who knew most about what Mrs. Grandcourt felt - eh, Dan?"


Sir Hugo did not put this question with his usual jocoseness, but rather with a lowered tone of interested inquiry; and Deronda felt that any evasion would be misinterpreted.

Sir Hugo did not put this question with his usual jocoseness, but with a tone of inquiry; and Deronda answered gravely-


But as to the disposal of the property--from all I have seen of her, I should predict that she will be quite contented with it."

But as to the disposal of the property, I should predict that she will be quite contented with it."


"Then she is not much like the rest of her sex; that's all I can say," said Sir Hugo, with a slight shrug.

"Then she is not much like the rest of her sex; that's all I can say," said Sir Hugo, with a shrug.


"However, she ought to be something extraordinary, for there must be an entanglement between your horoscope and hers--eh?

"There must be an entanglement between your horoscope and hers - eh?


When that tremendous telegram came, the first thing Lady Mallinger said was, 'How very strange that it should be Daniel who sends it!'

When that tremendous telegram came, the first thing Lady Mallinger said was, 'How strange that it should be Daniel who sends it!'


But I have had something of the same sort in my own life.


I was once at a foreign hotel where a lady had been left by her husband without money.


When I heard of it, and came forward to help her, who should she be but an early flame of mine, who had been fool enough to marry an Austrian baron with a long mustache and short affection?

When I came forward to help her, who should she be but an early flame of mine?