CHAPTER IV.  1st Gent. Our deeds are fetters that we forge ourselves. 2d Gent. Ay, truly: but I think it is the worldThat 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 any one would imagine,” said Dorothea, inconsiderately. “You mean that he appears silly.” “No, no,” said Dorothea, recollecting herself, and laying her hand on her sister’s a moment, “but he does not talk equally well on all subjects.” “I should think none