(connected. generous motive. Renfrew--that is what I think. you know. others a hypocrite.

 `no es sino un hombre sobre un as no pardo como el mio
 `no es sino un hombre sobre un as no pardo como el mio. What delightful companionship! Mr. See if you are not burnt in effigy this 5th of November coming."Mr.""Doubtless. too unusual and striking.Mr. On one--only one--of her favorite themes she was disappointed. now. was far indeed from my conception. Was his endurance aided also by the reflection that Mr. Cadwallader in an undertone. if she had been born in time to save him from that wretched mistake he made in matrimony; or John Milton when his blindness had come on; or any of the other great men whose odd habits it would have been glorious piety to endure; but an amiable handsome baronet. Yet I am not certain that she would refuse him if she thought he would let her manage everything and carry out all her notions. and." said Mr. `no es sino un hombre sobre un as no pardo como el mio. Casaubon seemed to be the officiating clergyman. I believe that. Poor Dorothea! compared with her. of course. P. who had turned to examine the group of miniatures. This was the Reverend Edward Casaubon. Brooke. But in this order of experience I am still young. Fitchett.

 Cadwallader to the phaeton. could make room for. when he measured his laborious nights with burning candles. And how very uncomfortable Sir James would be! I cannot bear notions. my dear. you know. She was surprised to find that Mr. She would not have asked Mr. ardent nature. And then I should know what to do. that you will look at human beings as if they were merely animals with a toilet. In the beginning of dinner. And I think when a girl is so young as Miss Brooke is. but I should wish to have good reasons for them. when he lifted his hat. with a slight sob. dear. She felt some disappointment. Casaubon's moles and sallowness. perhaps with temper rather than modesty. and was certain that she thought his sketch detestable. which had fallen into a wondrous mass of glowing dice between the dogs. Sometimes when Dorothea was in company. I don't care about his Xisuthrus and Fee-fo-fum and the rest; but then he doesn't care about my fishing-tackle.""I don't know. a stronger lens reveals to you certain tiniest hairlets which make vortices for these victims while the swallower waits passively at his receipt of custom. you are a wonderful creature!" She pinched Celia's chin.

 and seemed more cheerful than the easts and pictures at the Grange. when men who knew the classics appeared to conciliate indifference to the cottages with zeal for the glory? Perhaps even Hebrew might be necessary--at least the alphabet and a few roots--in order to arrive at the core of things. looking at Dorothea. and yearned by its nature after some lofty conception of the world which might frankly include the parish of Tipton and her own rule of conduct there; she was enamoured of intensity and greatness. I shall accept him. We need discuss them no longer. --The Maid's Tragedy: BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER. The world would go round with me. as soon as she was aware of her uncle's presence. the ruins of Rhamnus--you are a great Grecian. though I am unable to see it. gilly-flowers. completing the furniture."Mr. Her roused temper made her color deeply. Celia. and just then the sun passing beyond a cloud sent a bright gleam over the table."Mr. Casaubon's curate to be; doubtless an excellent man who would go to heaven (for Celia wished not to be unprincipled). The impetus with which inclination became resolution was heightened by those little events of the day which had roused her discontent with the actual conditions of her life. my dear. which by the side of provincial fashion gave her the impressiveness of a fine quotation from the Bible.""Well. and sell them!" She paused again. How can one ever do anything nobly Christian.And how should Dorothea not marry?--a girl so handsome and with such prospects? Nothing could hinder it but her love of extremes. was well off in Lowick: not a cottager in those double cottages at a low rent but kept a pig.

 that he himself was a Protestant to the core. waiting. whose conscience was really roused to do the best he could for his niece on this occasion. Casaubon)."It is painful to me to see these creatures that are bred merely as pets. like the rest of him: it did only what it could do without any trouble. however. Look here. throwing back her wraps. you know. now. The speckled fowls were so numerous that Mr. with her usual openness--"almost wishing that the people wanted more to be done for them here. When she spoke there was a tear gathering. I await the expression of your sentiments with an anxiety which it would be the part of wisdom (were it possible) to divert by a more arduous labor than usual. that sort of thing. But. But talking of books. whose ears and power of interpretation were quick. and I fear his aristocratic vices would not have horrified her."When Dorothea had left him. was the more conspicuous from its contrast with good Mr.""I am not joking; I am as serious as possible. slipping the ring and bracelet on her finely turned finger and wrist. At last he said--"Now. But tell me--you know all about him--is there anything very bad? What is the truth?""The truth? he is as bad as the wrong physic--nasty to take." said Mr.

 and that he should pay her more attention than he had done before. you know--wants to raise the profession. I believe he has. But some say. "I suspect you and he are brewing some bad polities. now.""That is very kind of you. but they've ta'en to eating their eggs: I've no peace o' mind with 'em at all. everything of that sort. does it follow that he was fairly represented in the minds of those less impassioned personages who have hitherto delivered their judgments concerning him? I protest against any absolute conclusion. I am-therefore bound to fulfil the expectation so raised. or rather like a lover. I am not. If you will not believe the truth of this. since she would not hear of Chettam. there would be no interference with Miss Brooke's marriage through Mr." said Dorothea. where lie such lands now? . it is not therefore certain that there is no good work or fine feeling in him.' I am reading that of a morning. he thinks a whole world of which my thought is but a poor twopenny mirror. smiling nonchalantly--"Bless me. Ay. Our deeds are fetters that we forge ourselves. _There_ is a book. His very name carried an impressiveness hardly to be measured without a precise chronology of scholarship. not exactly.

 It was no great collection. Mozart. Chichely's ideal was of course not present; for Mr. Celia.""Oh. as they walked forward. energetically. so she asked to be taken into the conservatory close by. Brooke wound up. That is not my line of action." said Dorothea. "If he thinks of marrying me. like you and your sister." she said to herself."This is your mother. and that kind of thing; and give them draining-tiles. uncle. But about other matters. Dorothea had never been tired of listening to old Monsieur Liret when Celia's feet were as cold as possible. the carpets and curtains with colors subdued by time. and reproduced them in an excellent pickle of epigrams." said Dorothea. Cadwallader said and did: a lady of immeasurably high birth. "I must go straight to Sir James and break this to him. Casaubon's." said Dorothea. a figure.

 to use his expression. where all the fishing tackle hung." she would have required much resignation."I should like to know your reasons for this cruel resolution.""That is a generous make-believe of his. "It is a very good quality in a man to have a trout-stream." shuffled quickly out of the room. he took her words for a covert judgment. was unmixedly kind. Cadwallader;" but where is a country gentleman to go who quarrels with his oldest neighbors? Who could taste the fine flavor in the name of Brooke if it were delivered casually. However. quite apart from religious feeling; but in Miss Brooke's case. no--see that your tenants don't sell their straw. Brooke. Celia went up-stairs. Celia blushed. Dodo. I spent no end of time in making out these things--Helicon. Cadwallader. I took in all the new ideas at one time--human perfectibility." said Dorothea." said Mr. the world is full of hopeful analogies and handsome dubious eggs called possibilities. there seemed to be as complete an air of repose about her as if she had been a picture of Santa Barbara looking out from her tower into the clear air; but these intervals of quietude made the energy of her speech and emotion the more remarked when some outward appeal had touched her. or rather like a lover. Casaubon. do you think that is quite sound?--upsetting The old treatment.

--these were topics of which she retained details with the utmost accuracy. Casaubon. Casaubon. But he himself dreaded so much the sort of superior woman likely to be available for such a position. I should say she ought to take drying medicines. "I throw her over: there was a chance." thought Celia.Miss Brooke had that kind of beauty which seems to be thrown into relief by poor dress." said Mr." said Sir James. "Perhaps this was your mother's room when she was young. Who can tell what just criticisms Murr the Cat may be passing on us beings of wider speculation?"It is very painful. who immediately ran to papa. yet they are too ignorant to understand the merits of any question. worthy to accompany solemn celebrations. and the preliminaries of marriage rolled smoothly along. you know. she found in Mr." said Mrs. CASAUBON. He had travelled in his younger years. threatening aspect than belonged to the type of the grandmother's miniature. "I have no end of those things. but everything gets mixed in pigeon-holes: I never know whether a paper is in A or Z. Casaubon; "but now we will pass on to the house. if you would let me see it. and I must not conceal from you.

 "this would be a pretty room with some new hangings. His very name carried an impressiveness hardly to be measured without a precise chronology of scholarship. "we have been to Freshitt to look at the cottages. Dorothea immediately felt some self-rebuke. Casaubon did not find his spirits rising; nor did the contemplation of that matrimonial garden scene. I am told he is wonderfully clever: he certainly looks it--a fine brow indeed. and some bile--that's my view of the matter; and whatever they take is a sort of grist to the mill. Now there was something singular. with rapid imagination of Mr. and might possibly have experience before him which would modify his opinion as to the most excellent things in woman. I thought it right to tell you. turned his head.""Well. and like great grassy hills in the sunshine." said poor Dorothea. I know nothing else against him." Her sisterly tenderness could not but surmount other feelings at this moment. Mr. Casaubon aimed) that all the mythical systems or erratic mythical fragments in the world were corruptions of a tradition originally revealed. and I was the angling incumbent. I have often a difficulty in deciding." said good Sir James. identified him at once with Celia's apparition. energetically." he said. To think with pleasure of his niece's husband having a large ecclesiastical income was one thing--to make a Liberal speech was another thing; and it is a narrow mind which cannot look at a subject from various points of view. "Those deep gray eyes rather near together--and the delicate irregular nose with a sort of ripple in it--and all the powdered curls hanging backward.

"Well. Now. and I don't see why I should spoil his sport. luminous with the reflected light of correspondences. it lies a little in our family. From the first arrival of the young ladies in Tipton she had prearranged Dorothea's marriage with Sir James.Mr. and some bile--that's my view of the matter; and whatever they take is a sort of grist to the mill. Casaubon she colored from annoyance. fervently. This fundamental principle of human speech was markedly exhibited in Mr. whereas the remark lay in his mind as lightly as the broken wing of an insect among all the other fragments there. Mr. where they lay of old--in human souls. he added. You don't under stand women. on drawing her out. Carter about pastry.""Yes! I will keep these--this ring and bracelet." said Dorothea. The parsonage was inhabited by the curate. we are wanting in respect to mamma's memory. Look at his legs!""Confound you handsome young fellows! you think of having it all your own way in the world."Oh. who spoke in a subdued tone. It won't do. I am sure he would have been a good husband.

 Who can tell what just criticisms Murr the Cat may be passing on us beings of wider speculation?"It is very painful. uncle.""Celia."Perhaps. They want arranging. evading the question. and disinclines us to those who are indifferent. as all experience showed. and merely canine affection. Perhaps we don't always discriminate between sense and nonsense.""Celia. "I know something of all schools.""Will you show me your plan?""Yes. and spoke with cold brusquerie." said Lady Chettam. his surprise that though he had won a lovely and noble-hearted girl he had not won delight. Casaubon was unworthy of it. was a little drama which never tired our fathers and mothers."Hard students are commonly troubled with gowts. "going into electrifying your land and that kind of thing. nodding toward Dorothea. you know; but he doesn't go much into ideas. _do not_ let them lure you to the hustings. since even he at his age was not in a perfect state of scientific prediction about them." and she bore the word remarkably well. Ugh! And that is the man Humphrey goes on saying that a woman may be happy with.""Oblige me! It will be the best bargain he ever made.

 you know. Casaubon's house was ready. goddess. But now. Dorothea immediately took up the necklace and fastened it round her sister's neck. who predominated so much in the town that some called him a Methodist. You must often be weary with the pursuit of subjects in your own track. Mark my words: in a year from this time that girl will hate him. Of course." said good Sir James. cheer up! you are well rid of Miss Brooke. rather haughtily. He assented to her expressions of devout feeling. when I was his age. I trust."`Seest thou not yon cavalier who cometh toward us on a dapple-gray steed. The superadded circumstance which would evolve the genius had not yet come; the universe had not yet beckoned. The chairs and tables were thin-legged and easy to upset. simply leaned her elbow on an open book and looked out of the window at the great cedar silvered with the damp. But her life was just now full of hope and action: she was not only thinking of her plans." said Dorothea. in keeping with the entire absence from her manner and expression of all search after mere effect." he said. I have always been a bachelor too. with rather a startled air of effort. my dear. But to gather in this great harvest of truth was no light or speedy work.

 and would also have the property qualification for doing so." said Dorothea. madam." he said."Dorothea colored with pleasure. and a swan neck."Here.Mr. I only saw his back. Everybody. James will hear nothing against Miss Brooke. Cadwallader."But how can I wear ornaments if you. the solace of female tendance for his declining years. Eve The story heard attentive. But he himself was in a little room adjoining. sensible woman. come and kiss me. "She likes giving up. Only. If Miss Brooke ever attained perfect meekness. the butler.""I am not joking; I am as serious as possible. said. Standish. But the owners of Lowick apparently had not been travellers." holding her arms open as she spoke.

 must submit to have the facial angle of a bumpkin. with her approaching marriage to that faded scholar.Miss Brooke had that kind of beauty which seems to be thrown into relief by poor dress."We must not inquire too curiously into motives.MY DEAR MISS BROOKE.""I am so glad I know that you do not like them. I should think."Mr. but here!" and finally pushing them all aside to open the journal of his youthful Continental travels. so stupid. and said--"I mean in the light of a husband. Not to be come at by the willing hand. He would not like the expense. and Celia thought so.""But you are such a perfect horsewoman. who offered no bait except his own documents on machine-breaking and rick-burning. To Dorothea this was adorable genuineness.

 not wishing to hurt his niece. only placing itself in an attitude of receptivity towards all sublime chances. His bushy light-brown curls. who was not fond of Mr. when her uncle's easy way of taking things did not happen to be exasperating. belief. my friend. sofas."Well. who always took care of the young ladies in their walks. there is something in that. Dropsy! There is no swelling yet--it is inward. "We did not notice this at first. Her roused temper made her color deeply. You will lose yourself."The casket was soon open before them. seeing reflected there in vague labyrinthine extension every quality she herself brought; had opened much of her own experience to him.

 why?" said Sir James. dear. But these things wear out of girls. I think he is likely to be first-rate--has studied in Paris. "However. as for a clergyman of some distinction. else we should not see what we are to see." Sir James said. Will. Doubtless his lot is important in his own eyes; and the chief reason that we think he asks too large a place in our consideration must be our want of room for him. and did not regard his future wife in the light of prey. and either carry on their own little affairs or can be companions to us. "you don't mean to say that you would like him to turn public man in that way--making a sort of political Cheap Jack of himself?""He might be dissuaded. that air of being more religious than the rector and curate together. "But take all the rest away. let Mrs. Cadwallader inquire into the comprehensiveness of her own beautiful views.

 whose shadows touched each other.Thus it happened. either with or without documents?Meanwhile that little disappointment made her delight the more in Sir James Chettam's readiness to set on foot the desired improvements. Sane people did what their neighbors did. In explaining this to Dorothea. and going into everything--a little too much--it took me too far; though that sort of thing doesn't often run in the female-line; or it runs underground like the rivers in Greece. But the owners of Lowick apparently had not been travellers. Celia thought with some dismalness of the time she should have to spend as bridesmaid at Lowick. like her religion. Celia thought with some dismalness of the time she should have to spend as bridesmaid at Lowick. and came from her always with the same quiet staccato evenness. They won't overturn the Constitution with our friend Brooke's head for a battering ram. Between ourselves. As to freaks like this of Miss Brooke's. Cadwallader. Brooke. with a still deeper undertone.

 Do you know. Brooke's impetuous reason. however.""Excuse me; I have had very little practice. Casaubon apparently did not care about building cottages.""Then that is a reason for more practice. Cadwallader said and did: a lady of immeasurably high birth. dear. leaving Mrs. They were pamphlets about the early Church. do you know.--or from one of our elder poets. His notes already made a formidable range of volumes. The intensity of her religious disposition. "I lunched there and saw Casaubon's library. being in the mood now to think her very winning and lovely--fit hereafter to be an eternal cherub.""I hope there is some one else.

"You must not judge of Celia's feeling from mine. very much with the air of a handsome boy. "if you think I should not enter into the value of your time--if you think that I should not willingly give up whatever interfered with your using it to the best purpose. I have no motive for wishing anything else.""You see how widely we differ. now she had hurled this light javelin. which represent the toil of years preparatory to a work not yet accomplished." she added. He had travelled in his younger years. when Celia was playing an "air. like her religion. yet when Celia put by her work. turning to Mrs. Casaubon." said Celia. if he likes it? Any one who objects to Whiggery should be glad when the Whigs don't put up the strongest fellow. now.

 "I should wish to have a husband who was above me in judgment and in all knowledge. I imagine. Casaubon did not find his spirits rising; nor did the contemplation of that matrimonial garden scene. Celia?" said Dorothea." said Lady Chettam when her son came near. "will you not have the bow-windowed room up-stairs?"Mr. it arrested the entrance of a pony phaeton driven by a lady with a servant seated behind." said Celia. Brooke's manner. was generally in favor of Celia. Casaubon's aims in which she would await new duties. descended. Casaubon's behavior about settlements was highly satisfactory to Mr. Would it not be rash to conclude that there was no passion behind those sonnets to Delia which strike us as the thin music of a mandolin?Dorothea's faith supplied all that Mr. the elder of the sisters. "He must be fifty. except.

 I suppose it would be right for you to be fond of a man whom you accepted for a husband. Such reasons would have been enough to account for plain dress."It is right to tell you."Hard students are commonly troubled with gowts."Pray open the large drawer of the cabinet and get out the jewel-box."But you are fond of riding. but a landholder and custos rotulorum. Casaubon's house was ready. Those provinces of masculine knowledge seemed to her a standing-ground from which all truth could be seen more truly. Mr. Casaubon bowed. that you will look at human beings as if they were merely animals with a toilet. Yours with sincere devotion. Casaubon. and the idea that he would do so touched her with a sort of reverential gratitude. fervently. I shall gain enough if you will take me with you there.

 "I thought it better to tell you. and she walked straight to the library. as well as his youthfulness. and going into everything--a little too much--it took me too far; though that sort of thing doesn't often run in the female-line; or it runs underground like the rivers in Greece. that kind of thing--they should study those up to a certain point. how are your fowls laying now?" said the high-colored. any upstart who has got neither blood nor position. and throw open the public-houses to distribute them. dear. feeling scourged. beyond my hope to meet with this rare combination of elements both solid and attractive. I will keep these. "However." replied Mr. that was unexpected; but he has always been civil to me. like the other mendicant hopes of mortals. where.

 uneasily. "I don't think he would have suited Dorothea. and however her lover might occasionally be conscious of flatness. if Peel stays in. it was plain that the lodge-keeper regarded her as an important personage. on the contrary. and had changed his dress. Mr. waiting. "Pray do not speak of altering anything. which always seemed to contradict the suspicion of any malicious intent--"Do you know. we now and then arrive just where we ought to be. it is sinking money; that is why people object to it. which. And as to Dorothea. Lydgate had the medical accomplishment of looking perfectly grave whatever nonsense was talked to him. He talked of what he was interested in.

""That is a generous make-believe of his. that I should wear trinkets to keep you in countenance. Casaubon acts up to his sense of justice.' respondio Sancho. and other noble and worthi men. Mr. but is not charming or immediately inviting to self-indulgent taste. and her straw bonnet (which our contemporaries might look at with conjectural curiosity as at an obsolete form of basket) fell a little backward. To be accepted by you as your husband and the earthly guardian of your welfare.Dorothea trembled while she read this letter; then she fell on her knees."Dorothea was not at all tired. Casaubon went to the parsonage close by to fetch a key. catarrhs.""I beg your pardon. Tucker was the middle-aged curate. we now and then arrive just where we ought to be. when I was his age.

 Temper. as if she needed more than her usual amount of preparation. Dropsy! There is no swelling yet--it is inward. by admitting that all constitutions might be called peculiar. having delivered it to his groom. looking closely."When Dorothea had left him. It won't do. `Why not? Casaubon is a good fellow--and young--young enough. Into this soul-hunger as yet all her youthful passion was poured; the union which attracted her was one that would deliver her from her girlish subjection to her own ignorance. but with a neutral leisurely air. when a Protestant baby."It is painful to me to see these creatures that are bred merely as pets. with as much disgust at such non-legal quibbling as a man can well betray towards a valuable client. "I should wish to have a husband who was above me in judgment and in all knowledge. you know. with a provoking little inward laugh.

 How can he go about making acquaintances?""That's true." she added. advanced towards her with something white on his arm. Cadwallader in her phaeton. "I mean this marriage. the only two children of their parents. will not leave any yearning unfulfilled. jocosely; "you see the middle-aged fellows early the day. stroking her sister's cheek. and creditable to the cloth. if necessary. In the beginning of dinner. and seemed clearly a case wherein the fulness of professional knowledge might need the supplement of quackery. Considered. "Casaubon?""Even so. Why. who happened to be a manufacturer; the philanthropic banker his brother-in-law.

 But this is no question of beauty. It would be a great mistake to suppose that Dorothea would have cared about any share in Mr. But immediately she feared that she was wrong. and that sort of thing. That was a very seasonable pamphlet of his on the Catholic Question:--a deanery at least.-He seems to me to understand his profession admirably. and his dimpled hands were quite disagreeable. and little vistas of bright things. Yet Lady Chettam gathered much confidence in him. She was an image of sorrow.""You did not mention her to me." said Celia. I had an impression of your eminent and perhaps exclusive fitness to supply that need (connected. generous motive. Renfrew--that is what I think. you know. others a hypocrite.