“Oh no, no! let me make haste,” said Dorothea. “ Mr. Casaubon wants me particularly.”

When she went down she felt sure that she should promise to fulfil his wishes; but that would be later in the day⁠—not yet.

As Dorothea entered the library, Mr. Casaubon turned round from the table where he had been placing some books, and said⁠—

“I was waiting for your appearance, my dear. I had hoped to set to work at once this morning, but I find myself under some indisposition, probably from too much excitement yesterday. I am going now to take a turn in the shrubbery, since the air is milder.”

“I am glad to hear that,” said Dorothea. “Your mind, I feared, was too active last night.”