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There was silence . Dorothea’s heart was full of something that she wanted to say , and yet the words were too difficult . She was wholly possessed by them : at that moment debate was mute within her . And it was very hard that she could not say what she wanted to say . Will was looking out of the window angrily . If he would have looked at her and not gone away from her side , she thought everything would have been easier . At last he turned , still resting against the chair , and stretching his hand automatically towards his hat , said with a sort of exasperation , “ Good - by . ” “ Oh , I cannot bear it — my heart will break , ” said Dorothea , starting from her seat , the flood of her young passion bearing down all the obstructions which had kept her silent — the great tears rising and falling in an instant : “ I don’t mind about poverty — I hate my wealth . ” In an instant Will was close to her and had his arms round her , but she drew her head back and held his away gently that she might go on speaking , her large tear - filled eyes looking at his very simply , while she said in a sobbing childlike way , “ We could live quite well on my own fortune — it is too much — seven hundred a - year — I want so little — no new clothes — and I will learn what everything costs . ” CHAPTER LXXXIV . “ Though it be songe of old and yonge , That I sholde be to blame , Theyrs be the charge , that spoke so large In hurtynge of my name . ” — The Not - Browne Mayde . It was just after the Lords had thrown out the Reform Bill : that explains how Mr . Cadwallader came to be walking on the slope of the lawn near the great conservatory at Freshitt Hall , holding the “ Times ” in his hands behind him , while he talked with a trout - fisher’s dispassionateness about the prospects of the country to Sir James Chettam . Mrs . Cadwallader , the Dowager Lady Chettam , and Celia were sometimes seated on garden - chairs , sometimes walking to meet little Arthur , who was being drawn in his chariot , and , as became the infantine Bouddha , was sheltered by his sacred umbrella with handsome silken fringe . The ladies also talked politics , though more fitfully . Mrs . Cadwallader was strong on the intended creation of peers : she had it for certain from her cousin that Truberry had gone over to the other side entirely at the instigation of his wife , who had scented peerages in the air from the very first introduction of the Reform question , and would sign her soul away to take precedence of her younger sister , who had married a baronet . Lady Chettam thought that such conduct was very reprehensible , and remembered that Mrs . Truberry’s mother was a Miss Walsingham of Melspring . Celia confessed it was nicer to be “ Lady ” than “ Mrs . , ” and that Dodo never minded about precedence if she could have her own way . Mrs . Cadwallader held that it was a poor satisfaction to take precedence when everybody about you knew that you had not a drop of good blood in your veins ; and Celia again , stopping to look at Arthur , said , “ It would be very nice , though , if he were a Viscount — and his lordship’s little tooth coming through ! He might have been , if James had been an Earl . ”
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