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Mr
.
Casaubon
blinked
furtively
at
Will
.
He
had
a
suspicion
that
he
was
being
laughed
at
.
But
it
was
not
possible
to
include
Dorothea
in
the
suspicion
.
They
found
Naumann
painting
industriously
,
but
no
model
was
present
;
his
pictures
were
advantageously
arranged
,
and
his
own
plain
vivacious
person
set
off
by
a
dove
-
colored
blouse
and
a
maroon
velvet
cap
,
so
that
everything
was
as
fortunate
as
if
he
had
expected
the
beautiful
young
English
lady
exactly
at
that
time
.
The
painter
in
his
confident
English
gave
little
dissertations
on
his
finished
and
unfinished
subjects
,
seeming
to
observe
Mr
.
Casaubon
as
much
as
he
did
Dorothea
.
Will
burst
in
here
and
there
with
ardent
words
of
praise
,
marking
out
particular
merits
in
his
friend
’
s
work
;
and
Dorothea
felt
that
she
was
getting
quite
new
notions
as
to
the
significance
of
Madonnas
seated
under
inexplicable
canopied
thrones
with
the
simple
country
as
a
background
,
and
of
saints
with
architectural
models
in
their
hands
,
or
knives
accidentally
wedged
in
their
skulls
.
Some
things
which
had
seemed
monstrous
to
her
were
gathering
intelligibility
and
even
a
natural
meaning
:
but
all
this
was
apparently
a
branch
of
knowledge
in
which
Mr
.
Casaubon
had
not
interested
himself
.
"
I
think
I
would
rather
feel
that
painting
is
beautiful
than
have
to
read
it
as
an
enigma
;
but
I
should
learn
to
understand
these
pictures
sooner
than
yours
with
the
very
wide
meaning
,
"
said
Dorothea
,
speaking
to
Will
.
"
Don
’
t
speak
of
my
painting
before
Naumann
,
"
said
Will
.
"
He
will
tell
you
,
it
is
all
pfuscherei
,
which
is
his
most
opprobrious
word
!
"
"
Is
that
true
?
"
said
Dorothea
,
turning
her
sincere
eyes
on
Naumann
,
who
made
a
slight
grimace
and
said
—
"
Oh
,
he
does
not
mean
it
seriously
with
painting
.
His
walk
must
be
belles
-
lettres
.
That
is
wi
-
ide
.
"
Naumann
’
s
pronunciation
of
the
vowel
seemed
to
stretch
the
word
satirically
.
Will
did
not
half
like
it
,
but
managed
to
laugh
:
and
Mr
.
Casaubon
,
while
he
felt
some
disgust
at
the
artist
’
s
German
accent
,
began
to
entertain
a
little
respect
for
his
judicious
severity
.
The
respect
was
not
diminished
when
Naumann
,
after
drawing
Will
aside
for
a
moment
and
looking
,
first
at
a
large
canvas
,
then
at
Mr
.
Casaubon
,
came
forward
again
and
said
—
