“There is something in what you say, my dear, something in what you say⁠—but not everything⁠—eh, Ladislaw? You and I don’t like our pictures and statues being found fault with. Young ladies are a little ardent, you know⁠—a little one-sided, my dear. Fine art, poetry, that kind of thing, elevates a nation⁠— emollit mores ⁠—you understand a little Latin now. But⁠—eh? what?”

These interrogatives were addressed to the footman who had come in to say that the keeper had found one of Dagley’s boys with a leveret in his hand just killed.

“I’ll come, I’ll come. I shall let him off easily, you know,” said Mr. Brooke aside to Dorothea, shuffling away very cheerfully.

“I hope you feel how right this change is that I⁠—that Sir James wishes for,” said Dorothea to Will, as soon as her uncle was gone.