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"You are very good," said Ladislaw, beginning to lose his diffidence in

the interest hich he was observing the signs of weeping which had

altered her face "My address is on ain to-morrow at an hour when Mr Casaubon is likely to

be at hooes to read in the Library of the Vatican every day, and you can

hardly see him except by an appointment Especially now We are about

to leave Rome, and he is very busy He is usually away almost from

breakfast till dinner But I am sure he ish you to dine with us"

Will Ladislaas struck mute for a few moments He had never been

fond of Mr Casaubon, and if it had not been for the sense of

obligation, would have laughed at him as a Bat of erudition But the

idea of this dried-up pedant, this elaborator of small explanations

about as important as the surplus stock of false antiquities kept in a

vendor's back cha creature to

roping after

his iven to hyperbole)--this sudden