Chapter 5: IV

IV 1st Gent. Our deeds are fetters that we forge ourselves. 2nd Gent. Ay, truly: but I think it is the world That brings the iron. “Sir James seems determined to do everything you wish,” said Celia, as they were driving home from an inspection of the new building-site. “He is a good creature, and more sensible than anyone would imagine,” said Dorothea, inconsiderately. “You mean that he appears silly.” “No, no,” said Dorothea, recollectin…