BOOK III. WAITING FOR DEATH.
28. CHAPTER XXVIII.
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She rose quickly and went out of the room, hurrying along the corridor,
 with the irresistible impulse to go and see her husband and inquire
 if she could do anything for him.  Perhaps Mr. Tucker was gone
 and Mr. Casaubon was alone in the library.  She felt as if all
 her morning's gloom would vanish if she could see her husband
 glad because of her presence. 
But when she reached the head of the dark oak there was Celia
 coming up, and below there was Mr. Brooke, exchanging welcomes
 and congratulations with Mr. Casaubon. 
"Dodo!" said Celia, in her quiet staccato; then kissed her sister,
 whose arms encircled her, and said no more.  I think they both
 cried a little in a furtive manner, while Dorothea ran down-stairs
 to greet her uncle. 
"I need not ask how you are, my dear," said Mr. Brooke, after kissing
 her forehead.  "Rome has agreed with you, I see--happiness, frescos,
 the antique--that sort of thing.  Well, it's very pleasant to
 have you back again, and you understand all about art now, eh? 
 But Casaubon is a little pale, I tell him--a little pale, you know. 
 Studying hard in his holidays is carrying it rather too far. 
 I overdid it at one time"--Mr. Brooke still held Dorothea's hand,
 but had turned his face to Mr. Casaubon--"about topography,
 ruins, temples--I thought I had a clew, but I saw it would carry
 me too far, and nothing might come of it.  You may go any length
 in that sort of thing, and nothing may come of it, you know." 
Dorothea's eyes also were turned up to her husband's face with some
 anxiety at the idea that those who saw him afresh after absence
 might be aware of signs which she had not noticed. 
"Nothing to alarm you, my dear," said Mr. Brooke, observing
 her expression.  "A little English beef and mutton will soon make
 a difference.  It was all very well to look pale, sitting for the
 portrait of Aquinas, you know--we got your letter just in time. 
 But Aquinas, now--he was a little too subtle, wasn't he? 
 Does anybody read Aquinas?" 
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