I will not even refer to Dido or Zenobia.
Only what are we to talk about?
I, for my part, object to the discussion of Human Nature, because that is the nature of rectors' wives."
Later in the evening, after Mrs. Cadwallader was gone, Celia said privately to Dorothea,
"Really, Dodo, taking your cap off made you like yourself again in more ways than one.
You spoke up just as you used to do, when anything was said to displease you.
But I could hardly make out whether it was James that you thought wrong, or Mrs. Cadwallader."
"Neither," said Dorothea.
"James spoke out of delicacy to me, but he was mistaken in supposing that I minded what Mrs. Cadwallader said.
I should only mind if there were a law obliging me to take any piece of blood and beauty that she or anybody else recommended."
"But you know, Dodo, if you ever did marry, it would be all the better to have blood and beauty," said Celia, reflecting that Mr. Casaubon had not been richly endowed with those gifts, and that it would be well to caution Dorothea in time.
"Don't be anxious, Kitty; I have quite other thoughts about my life.
I shall never marry again," said Dorothea, touching her sister's chin, and looking at her with indulgent affection.
Celia was nursing her baby, and Dorothea had come to say good-night to her.
"Really—quite?" said Celia.
"Not anybody at all—if he were very wonderful indeed?"
Dorothea shook her head slowly.
"Not anybody at all.
I have delightful plans.
I should like to take a great deal of land, and drain it, and make a little colony, where everybody should work, and all the work should be done well.
I should know every one of the people and be their friend.
I am going to have great consultations with Mr. Garth: he can tell me almost everything I want to know."
"Then you will be happy, if you have a plan, Dodo?" said Celia.
"Perhaps little Arthur will like plans when he grows up, and then he can help you."
Sir James was informed that same night that Dorothea was really quite set against marrying anybody at all, and was going to take to "all sorts of plans," just like what she used to have.
Sir James made no remark.
To his secret feeling there was something repulsive in a woman's second marriage, and no match would prevent him from feeling it a sort of desecration for Dorothea.
He was aware that the world would regard such a sentiment as preposterous, especially in relation to a woman of one-and-twenty; the practice of "the world" being to treat of a young widow's second marriage as certain and probably near, and to smile with meaning if the widow acts accordingly.
But if Dorothea did choose to espouse her solitude, he felt that the resolution would well become her.
CHAPTER LVI.
"How happy is he born and taught
That serveth not another's will;
Whose armor is his honest thought,
And simple truth his only skill! . . . . . . .
This man is freed from servile bands
Of hope to rise or fear to fall;
Lord of himself though not of lands;
And having nothing yet hath all."
—SIR HENRY WOTTON.
Dorothea's confidence in Caleb Garth's knowledge, which had begun on her hearing that he approved of her cottages, had grown fast during her stay at Freshitt, Sir James having induced her to take rides over the two estates in company with himself and Caleb, who quite returned her admiration, and told his wife that Mrs. Casaubon had a head for business most uncommon in a woman.
It must be remembered that by "business" Caleb never meant money transactions, but the skilful application of labor.
"Most uncommon!" repeated Caleb.
"She said a thing I often used to think myself when I was a lad:—'Mr. Garth, I should like to feel, if I lived to be old, that I had improved a great piece of land and built a great many good cottages, because the work is of a healthy kind while it is being done, and after it is done, men are the better for it.'
Those were the very words: she sees into things in that way."
"But womanly, I hope," said Mrs. Garth, half suspecting that Mrs. Casaubon might not hold the true principle of subordination.
"Oh, you can't think!" said Caleb, shaking his head.
"You would like to hear her speak, Susan.
She speaks in such plain words, and a voice like music.
Bless me! it reminds me of bits in the 'Messiah'—'and straightway there appeared a multitude of the heavenly host, praising God and saying;' it has a tone with it that satisfies your ear."
Caleb was very fond of music, and when he could afford it went to hear an oratorio that came within his reach, returning from it with a profound reverence for this mighty structure of tones, which made him sit meditatively, looking on the floor and throwing much unutterable language into his outstretched hands.