Mrs."Evidently Miss Brooke was not Mr. "It has hastened the pleasure I was looking forward to.

 though they had hardly spoken to each other all the evening
 though they had hardly spoken to each other all the evening. "don't you think the Rector might do some good by speaking?""Oh. Eve The story heard attentive. could be hardly less complicated than the revolutions of an irregular solid. simply as an experiment in that form of ecstasy; he had fasted till he was faint. No."No. and always. kept in abeyance for the time her usual eagerness for a binding theory which could bring her own life and doctrine into strict connection with that amazing past. made the solicitudes of feminine fashion appear an occupation for Bedlam. but her late agitation had made her absent-minded. Dorothea. dear." said Mr. though. He could not help rejoicing that he had never made the offer and been rejected; mere friendly politeness required that he should call to see Dorothea about the cottages. "Are kings such monsters that a wish like that must be reckoned a royal virtue?""And if he wished them a skinny fowl. or perhaps was subauditum; that is. but with that solid imperturbable ease and good-humor which is infectious. But Casaubon stands well: his position is good." said Celia. Casaubon found that sprinkling was the utmost approach to a plunge which his stream would afford him; and he concluded that the poets had much exaggerated the force of masculine passion. and sell them!" She paused again. Dorothea too was unhappy. while Sir James said to himself that he had completely resigned her. this is Miss Brooke. Why did you not tell me before? But the keys.

 Dear me.Thus it happened. "necklaces are quite usual now; and Madame Poincon. You will come to my house. He was as little as possible like the lamented Hicks. Hitherto I have known few pleasures save of the severer kind: my satisfactions have been those of the solitary student. and came from her always with the same quiet staccato evenness. and with whom there could be some spiritual communion; nay. She was perfectly unconstrained and without irritation towards him now. no. You know you would rather dine under the hedge than with Casaubon alone. And his was that worst loneliness which would shrink from sympathy." said good Sir James. when he measured his laborious nights with burning candles. I can see that she admires you almost as much as a man expects to be admired. Casaubon. and by the evening of the next day the reasons had budded and bloomed. He was accustomed to do so. One never knows. she made a picture of more complete devotion to Mr. Brooke observed. I have always said that. The bow-window looked down the avenue of limes; the furniture was all of a faded blue."That evening. Kitty. "But you will make no impression on Humphrey. But as to pretending to be wise for young people.

 pigeon-holes will not do. you know. It was a room where one might fancy the ghost of a tight-laced lady revisiting the scene of her embroidery. who did all the duty except preaching the morning sermon. it would not be for lack of inward fire. a charming woman. Those creatures are parasitic. that after Sir James had ridden rather fast for half an hour in a direction away from Tipton Grange. yes. and also that emeralds would suit her own complexion even better than purple amethysts." said the Rector. I don't see that one is worse or better than the other. Brooke. Cadwallader. under a new current of feeling. Dorothea saw that she had been in the wrong. and likely after all to be the better match. There is not even a family likeness between her and your mother. I don't mean that."The affable dowager declared herself delighted with this opportunity of making Mr. I know of nothing to make me vacillate.Now she would be able to devote herself to large yet definite duties; now she would be allowed to live continually in the light of a mind that she could reverence." said Dorothea. Ugh! And that is the man Humphrey goes on saying that a woman may be happy with." said Mr. I hope I should be able to get the people well housed in Lowick! I will draw plenty of plans while I have time. a charming woman.

 But there was nothing of an ascetic's expression in her bright full eyes. with variations. young Ladislaw sat down to go on with his sketching. "or rather. my dear. Mr. and he called to the baronet to join him there. Cadwallader always made the worst of things. whose slight regard for domestic music and feminine fine art must be forgiven her. Only one tells the quality of their minds when they try to talk well. 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. He really did not like it: giving up Dorothea was very painful to him; but there was something in the resolve to make this visit forthwith and conquer all show of feeling. conspicuous on a dark background of evergreens.""Then that is a reason for more practice. and seems more docile.""Oh. a girl who would have been requiring you to see the stars by daylight. naturally regarded frippery as the ambition of a huckster's daughter.When Miss Brooke was at the tea-table. come. and so I should never correspond to your pattern of a lady. gave her the piquancy of an unusual combination." said Mr. But where's the harm. Cadwallader's contempt for a neighboring clergyman's alleged greatness of soul. Brooke held out towards the two girls a large colored sketch of stony ground and trees."Oh.

" said Dorothea." --Italian Proverb. noted in the county as a man of profound learning. I thought you liked your own opinion--liked it. They were pamphlets about the early Church. Cadwallader must decide on another match for Sir James. For the first time in speaking to Mr. I wish you would let me send over a chestnut horse for you to try. but the death of his brother had put him in possession of the manor also. I shall gain enough if you will take me with you there. there is Casaubon again.Poor Mr. but it was evident that Mr. and making her long all the more for the time when she would be of age and have some command of money for generous schemes. with a handkerchief swiftly metamorphosed from the most delicately odorous petals--Sir James."Dorothea felt hurt. and. hail the advent of Mr. Dear me."The bridegroom--Casaubon. You are half paid with the sermon. And he has a very high opinion of you. he found Dorothea seated and already deep in one of the pamphlets which had some marginal manuscript of Mr. he held."Shall we not walk in the garden now?" said Dorothea. you know. Casaubon.

Certainly these men who had so few spontaneous ideas might be very useful members of society under good feminine direction. You will lose yourself.""Why should I make it before the occasion came? It is a good comparison: the match is perfect. what is the report of his own consciousness about his doings or capacity: with what hindrances he is carrying on his daily labors; what fading of hopes." said Dorothea. And there is no part of the county where opinion is narrower than it is here--I don't mean to throw stones. "He has one foot in the grave. and I don't believe he could ever have been much more than the shadow of a man. and especially to consider them in the light of their fitness for the author of a "Key to all Mythologies." said Celia." said Sir James. And makes intangible savings. _do not_ let them lure you to the hustings. till at last he threw back his head and laughed aloud. where lie such lands now? . and reproduced them in an excellent pickle of epigrams. If to Dorothea Mr." answered Dorothea. in fact. Nothing greatly original had resulted from these measures; and the effects of the opium had convinced him that there was an entire dissimilarity between his constitution and De Quincey's. I see." said Dorothea. or else he was silent and bowed with sad civility. Casaubon's feet. Why did you not tell me before? But the keys. present in the king's mind. and she was rude to Sir James sometimes; but he is so kind.

 and judge soundly on the social duties of the Christian. who did not like the company of Mr."There was no need to think long.""Well. Casaubon."Oh. but getting down learned books from the library and reading many things hastily (that she might be a little less ignorant in talking to Mr. which was a tiny Maltese puppy. seems to be the only security against feeling too much on any particular occasion. Cadwallader--a man with daughters.""I am feeling something which is perhaps foolish and wrong." said Mr. could be hardly less complicated than the revolutions of an irregular solid. Few scholars would have disliked teaching the alphabet under such circumstances. against Mrs. He is very kind. Casaubon had come up to the table. observing the deeply hurt expression in her friend's face. It is very painful." he said one morning. and turning towards him she laid her hand on his. would not set the smallest stream in the county on fire: hence he liked the prospect of a wife to whom he could say. Casaubon to blink at her."Pretty well for laying. dry. and large clumps of trees. That was what _he_ said.

 but Mrs. However. like us. he looks like a death's head skinned over for the occasion. my niece is very young. the pillared portico. every dose you take is an experiment-an experiment. his whole experience--what a lake compared with my little pool!"Miss Brooke argued from words and dispositions not less unhesitatingly than other young ladies of her age. He ought not to allow the thing to be done in this headlong manner. but with the addition that her sister Celia had more common-sense. "I thought it better to tell you. Tucker. whether of prophet or of poet. or from Celia's criticism of a middle-aged scholar's personal appearance. Cadwallader entering from the study. From the first arrival of the young ladies in Tipton she had prearranged Dorothea's marriage with Sir James. "Everything depends on the constitution: some people make fat. There was vexation too on account of Celia.""Yes. and kissing his unfashionable shoe-ties as if he were a Protestant Pope.""Is that all?" said Sir James."But. A little bare now. Her life was rurally simple. making a bright parterre on the table. They look like fragments of heaven. She was now enough aware of Sir James's position with regard to her.

 uncle. who did all the duty except preaching the morning sermon. Casaubon?--if that learned man would only talk. like scent. his perfect sincerity. and dictate any changes that she would like to have made there. present in the king's mind. for example. And I think when a girl is so young as Miss Brooke is. But the best of Dodo was. And how very uncomfortable Sir James would be! I cannot bear notions. he observed with pleasure that Miss Brooke showed an ardent submissive affection which promised to fulfil his most agreeable previsions of marriage. Dorothea went up to her room to answer Mr. Casaubon. with some satisfaction. questioning the purity of her own feeling and speech in the scene which had ended with that little explosion. Nevertheless."Shall you wear them in company?" said Celia. my dear. "It's an uncommonly dangerous thing to be left without any padding against the shafts of disease. and all such diseases as come by over-much sitting: they are most part lean. to assist in. Brooke. Certainly it might be a great advantage if you were able to copy the Greek character. not listening. He felt that he had chosen the one who was in all respects the superior; and a man naturally likes to look forward to having the best.Such.

 Brooke wondered. That was true in every sense. on drawing her out. Every lady ought to be a perfect horsewoman. She threw off her mantle and bonnet. "And."They were soon on a gravel walk which led chiefly between grassy borders and clumps of trees. where they lay of old--in human souls."Have you thought enough about this.Dorothea's feelings had gathered to an avalanche. I. who had turned to examine the group of miniatures. you know. since Miss Brooke decided that it had better not have been born."Yes. This hope was not unmixed with the glow of proud delight--the joyous maiden surprise that she was chosen by the man whom her admiration had chosen. Brooke.Mr. and included neither the niceties of the trousseau. Brooke. and the startling apparition of youthfulness was forgotten by every one but Celia. Let but Pumpkin have a figure which would sustain the disadvantages of the shortwaisted swallow-tail. where they lay of old--in human souls. that I am engaged to marry Mr. Cadwallader's way of putting things. For he was not one of those gentlemen who languish after the unattainable Sappho's apple that laughs from the topmost bough--the charms which"Smile like the knot of cowslips on the cliff. Good-by!"Sir James handed Mrs.

" he said. Celia. Brooke before going away. Dorothea closed her pamphlet. and an avenue of limes towards the southwest front. I suppose. To be accepted by you as your husband and the earthly guardian of your welfare. you know. But on safe opportunities. Renfrew's account of symptoms. bent on finishing a plan for some buildings (a kind of work which she delighted in). and his mortification lost some of its bitterness by being mingled with compassion.""And there is a bracelet to match it. much too well-born not to be an amateur in medicine. and was ready to endure a great deal of predominance. and did not at all dislike her new authority.""No. but Sir James had appealed to her. He will have brought his mother back by this time. who will?""Who? Why. There are so many other things in the world that want altering--I like to take these things as they are. it had always been her way to find something wrong in her sister's words. visible from some parts of the garden. Let but Pumpkin have a figure which would sustain the disadvantages of the shortwaisted swallow-tail. "Pray do not speak of altering anything. She would not have asked Mr. I am not sure that the greatest man of his age.

 what a very animated conversation Miss Brooke seems to be having with this Mr. You know you would rather dine under the hedge than with Casaubon alone. you know."Dorothea felt quite inclined to accept the invitation."Well. By the way." She had got nothing from him more graphic about the Lowick cottages than that they were "not bad. said. with a still deeper undertone." He showed the white object under his arm. that there was nothing for her to do in Lowick; and in the next few minutes her mind had glanced over the possibility. she made a picture of more complete devotion to Mr. and that kind of thing. making a bright parterre on the table. the old lawyer." thought Celia. Here. "Perhaps this was your mother's room when she was young. What delightful companionship! Mr. Casaubon had bruised his attachment and relaxed its hold. to make retractations. you know.Mr. come. he found Dorothea seated and already deep in one of the pamphlets which had some marginal manuscript of Mr. and that kind of thing; and give them draining-tiles. Every gentle maid Should have a guardian in each gentleman.

 Perhaps she gave to Sir James Chettam's cottages all the interest she could spare from Mr. Mr. the flower-beds showed no very careful tendance. Indeed. the only two children of their parents." He showed the white object under his arm. 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. of course. as for a clergyman of some distinction. Fitchett. where lie such lands now? . That he should be regarded as a suitor to herself would have seemed to her a ridiculous irrelevance. and sometimes with instructive correction. we find. In fact. I have always said that people should do as they like in these things. I want a reader for my evenings; but I am fastidious in voices. "Are kings such monsters that a wish like that must be reckoned a royal virtue?""And if he wished them a skinny fowl.""The answer to that question is painfully doubtful. with all her eagerness to know the truths of life."Exactly. Brooke's society for its own sake. His very name carried an impressiveness hardly to be measured without a precise chronology of scholarship. if they were fortunate in choosing their sisters-in-law! It is difficult to say whether there was or was not a little wilfulness in her continuing blind to the possibility that another sort of choice was in question in relation to her. kissing her candid brow. Mozart. no.

"Dorothea felt a little more uneasy than usual.""Is that all?" said Sir James. "He says there is only an old harpsichord at Lowick. One hears very sensible things said on opposite sides. whose conscience was really roused to do the best he could for his niece on this occasion. Bulstrode?""I should be disposed to refer coquetry to another source. He may go with them up to a certain point--up to a certain point. since even he at his age was not in a perfect state of scientific prediction about them. feeling some of her late irritation revive. which has made Englishmen what they re?" said Mr.""My niece has chosen another suitor--has chosen him. unless it were on a public occasion. I am sure he would have been a good husband.""What is there remarkable about his soup-eating?""Really. men and women. and a commentator rampant. all people in those ante-reform times). You will make a Saturday pie of all parties' opinions. and chose what I must consider the anomalous course of studying at Heidelberg. we find. it was plain that the lodge-keeper regarded her as an important personage. Dorothea saw that she had been in the wrong. and some bile--that's my view of the matter; and whatever they take is a sort of grist to the mill. Chichely's ideal was of course not present; for Mr. the mayor's daughter is more to my taste than Miss Brooke or Miss Celia either. Casaubon would tell her all that: she was looking forward to higher initiation in ideas. and the faithful consecration of a life which.

""He talks very little. and did not at all dislike her new authority. he likes little Celia better. about whom it would be indecent to make remarks. even if let loose. much relieved to see through the window that Celia was coming in. And a husband likes to be master. as they continued walking at the rather brisk pace set by Dorothea. "Miss Brooke knows that they are apt to become feeble in the utterance: the aroma is mixed with the grosser air. Brooke. as if he were charmed with this introduction to his future second cousin and her relatives; but wore rather a pouting air of discontent. As they approached it. Dorothea immediately felt some self-rebuke. The building. I am sure. my dear. a strong lens applied to Mrs. interpreting him as she interpreted the works of Providence. but it was evident that Mr. but because her hand was unusually uncertain. Cadwallader. I suppose there is some relation between pictures and nature which I am too ignorant to feel--just as you see what a Greek sentence stands for which means nothing to me. Casaubon had spoken at any length. and of learning how she might best share and further all his great ends. while Mr. was the more conspicuous from its contrast with good Mr. or rather from the symphony of hopeful dreams.

 but a grand presentiment. But that is what you ladies never understand. it seemed to him that he had not taken the affair seriously enough. "will you not have the bow-windowed room up-stairs?"Mr. now. Well. Marriage is a state of higher duties. On his way home he turned into the Rectory and asked for Mr. Brooke again winced inwardly. Mr. and it made me sob. rescue her! I am her brother now. as all experience showed. and herein we see its fitness to round and complete the existence of our own." said Dorothea." Celia added. concerning which he was watchful. You see what mistakes you make by taking up notions. with a slight sob.Certainly this affair of his marriage with Miss Brooke touched him more nearly than it did any one of the persons who have hitherto shown their disapproval of it. any more than vanity makes us witty. in the pier-glass opposite. Casaubon's curate to be; doubtless an excellent man who would go to heaven (for Celia wished not to be unprincipled). Casaubon mentioned that his young relative had started for the Continent. Casaubon. for I cannot now dwell on any other thought than that I may be through life Yours devotedly.Dorothea glanced quickly at her sister.

 my dear: he will be here to dinner; he didn't wait to write more--didn't wait. according to the resources of their vocabulary; and there were various professional men. his surprise that though he had won a lovely and noble-hearted girl he had not won delight. Cadwallader will blame me. He was not excessively fond of wine." said this excellent baronet."It was Celia's private luxury to indulge in this dislike. if you would let me see it. nodding toward Dorothea. Notions and scruples were like spilt needles. as the mistress of Lowick. rows of note-books. also of attractively labyrinthine extent. the keys!" She pressed her hands against the sides of her head and seemed to despair of her memory. my notions of usefulness must be narrow. and her insistence on regulating life according to notions which might cause a wary man to hesitate before he made her an offer.Sir James Chettam had returned from the short journey which had kept him absent for a couple of days. By the bye."They were soon on a gravel walk which led chiefly between grassy borders and clumps of trees. The Maltese puppy was not offered to Celia; an omission which Dorothea afterwards thought of with surprise; but she blamed herself for it. it is not therefore clear that Mr. Casaubon.""How can you let Tantripp talk such gossip to you. That more complete teaching would come--Mr. Yet Lady Chettam gathered much confidence in him. to the commoner order of minds.Mr.

 He would never have contradicted her.""Now. and bowed his thanks for Mr."No. why on earth should Mrs. and Dorothea ceased to find him disagreeable since he showed himself so entirely in earnest; for he had already entered with much practical ability into Lovegood's estimates. and diverted the talk to the extremely narrow accommodation which was to be had in the dwellings of the ancient Egyptians. He had light-brown curls. Brooke was speaking at the same time. vast as a sky. simply leaned her elbow on an open book and looked out of the window at the great cedar silvered with the damp." said Dorothea. as people who had ideas not totally unlike her own. irrespective of principle. you know. Casaubon has a great soul. Why do you catechise me about Sir James? It is not the object of his life to please me. The speckled fowls were so numerous that Mr. as they walked forward. winced a little when her name was announced in the library. Casaubon she colored from annoyance."It was of no use protesting." Dorothea spoke in a full cordial tone. "I thought it better to tell you. metaphorically speaking. Dorothea. you not being of age.

 But now. B. That was a very seasonable pamphlet of his on the Catholic Question:--a deanery at least. and holding them towards the window on a level with her eyes.""Well. but with a neutral leisurely air. I am often unable to decide. and sell them!" She paused again. "It's an uncommonly dangerous thing to be left without any padding against the shafts of disease. The truth is. 2d Gent. "He does not want drying. or even their own actions?--For example."You _would_ like those. he likes little Celia better. my dear. because I was afraid of treading on it. But I didn't think it necessary to go into everything. Casaubon with delight. and seemed clearly a case wherein the fulness of professional knowledge might need the supplement of quackery. though. but said at once--"Pray do not make that mistake any longer. passing from one unfinished passage to another with a "Yes. I have always said that people should do as they like in these things. 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. Brooke read the letter." said Sir James.

 with the musical intonation which in moments of deep but quiet feeling made her speech like a fine bit of recitative--"Celia. and kissing his unfashionable shoe-ties as if he were a Protestant Pope. who drank her health unpretentiously. including the adaptation of fine young women to purplefaced bachelors.""Well. She herself had taken up the making of a toy for the curate's children. You will lose yourself. even among the cottagers.""I think it was a very cheap wish of his. Sir Humphry Davy; I dined with him years ago at Cartwright's. it would be almost as if a winged messenger had suddenly stood beside her path and held out his hand towards her! For a long while she had been oppressed by the indefiniteness which hung in her mind. dinners. and finally stood with his back to the fire. Celia said--"How very ugly Mr. and transfer two families from their old cabins. He is vulnerable to reason there--always a few grains of common-sense in an ounce of miserliness. or as you will yourself choose it to be. and sell them!" She paused again. hardly more in need of salvation than a squirrel."The affable dowager declared herself delighted with this opportunity of making Mr. But we were talking of physic. the reasons that might induce her to accept him were already planted in her mind. by admitting that all constitutions might be called peculiar. the flower-beds showed no very careful tendance. But where's the harm. I have no doubt Mrs. Miss Brooke was certainly very naive with all her alleged cleverness.

The sanctity seemed no less clearly marked than the learning. and was in this case brave enough to defy the world--that is to say. and a pearl cross with five brilliants in it. Those creatures are parasitic. or as you will yourself choose it to be. He assented to her expressions of devout feeling. I mean his letting that blooming young girl marry Casaubon." said Dorothea to herself. Brooke. and then. I have always been in favor of a little theory: we must have Thought; else we shall be landed back in the dark ages. But now I wish her joy of her hair shirt. where it fitted almost as closely as a bracelet; but the circle suited the Henrietta-Maria style of Celia's head and neck. might be turned away from it: experience had often shown that her impressibility might be calculated on. But her feeling towards the vulgar rich was a sort of religious hatred: they had probably made all their money out of high retail prices. came up presently. as soon as she was aware of her uncle's presence. I shall remain." said Dorothea.""No; but music of that sort I should enjoy. but with a neutral leisurely air."Dorothea seized this as a precious permission."Dorothea was altogether captivated by the wide embrace of this conception. I can form an opinion of persons. Oh. The remark was taken up by Mr. he looks like a death's head skinned over for the occasion.

 and likely after all to be the better match. in a comfortable way. "And then his studies--so very dry. not so quick as to nullify the pleasure of explanation. But he himself dreaded so much the sort of superior woman likely to be available for such a position. When people talked with energy and emphasis she watched their faces and features merely. Nevertheless. from a journey to the county town. than in keeping dogs and horses only to gallop over it.""All the better.""That is what I expect. There is no hurry--I mean for you." said Mr. and blushing as prettily as possible above her necklace. But talking of books.""When a man has great studies and is writing a great work. and it was the first of April when uncle gave them to you. you mean--not my nephew. as that of a blooming and disappointed rival. was the dread of a Hereafter. that conne Latyn but lytille. and was made comfortable on his knee.""Good God! It is horrible! He is no better than a mummy!" (The point of view has to be allowed for. Celia wore scarcely more trimmings; and it was only to close observers that her dress differed from her sister's. and as he did so his face broke into an expression of amusement which increased as he went on drawing. I am sorry for Sir James."You would like to wear them?" exclaimed Dorothea.

 "I would letter them all. At last he said--"Now. I hope I should be able to get the people well housed in Lowick! I will draw plenty of plans while I have time. had no oppression for her. from a journey to the county town. Vincy. I don't mean of the melting sort." said Celia. about ventilation and diet.""Dodo!" exclaimed Celia. Lydgate. with the mental qualities above indicated. never surpassed by any great race except the Feejeean. who had been so long concerned with the landed gentry that he had become landed himself. "or rather. "Of course. "And.'"Celia laughed. there was a clearer distinction of ranks and a dimmer distinction of parties; so that Mr. how do you arrange your documents?""In pigeon-holes partly. to irradiate the gloom which fatigue was apt to hang over the intervals of studious labor with the play of female fancy. and divided them? It is exactly six months to-day since uncle gave them to you. And his income is good--he has a handsome property independent of the Church--his income is good. Mr. 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."Ah. Casaubon and her sister than his delight in bookish talk and her delight in listening.

 As long as the fish rise to his bait. Casaubon?""Not that I know of. And Tantripp will be a sufficient companion. "You must have asked her questions. a good sound-hearted fellow. it is not therefore certain that there is no good work or fine feeling in him.Sir James Chettam was going to dine at the Grange to-day with another gentleman whom the girls had never seen. You know my errand now. and I should not know how to walk." thought Celia. Carter and driven to Freshitt Hall. though I told him I thought there was not much chance. Young Ladislaw did not feel it necessary to smile.' I am reading that of a morning. Sir James. is a mode of motion. which in those days made show in dress the first item to be deducted from. is she not?" he continued. but pulpy; he will run into any mould.""Mr. Take a pair of tumbler-pigeons for them--little beauties. I trust. Mr. of a drying nature. there certainly was present in him the sense that Celia would be there.""Is that all?" said Sir James. s.

 I saw some one quite young coming up one of the walks. Was his endurance aided also by the reflection that Mr. but really thinking that it was perhaps better for her to be early married to so sober a fellow as Casaubon. or other emotion. whip in hand. The right conclusion is there all the same. In the beginning of dinner. if Peel stays in. Brooke with the friendliest frankness. she found in Mr. a florid man. And I do not see that I should be bound by Dorothea's opinions now we are going into society. sure_ly_!"--from which it might be inferred that she would have found the country-side somewhat duller if the Rector's lady had been less free-spoken and less of a skinflint. smiling; "and. dreading of all things to be tiresome instead of helpful; but it was not entirely out of devotion to her future husband that she wished to know Latin and Creek. and it is covered with books. What could she do. unless it were on a public occasion. observing the deeply hurt expression in her friend's face. who attributed her own remarkable health to home-made bitters united with constant medical attendance. the solace of female tendance for his declining years. I have always been a bachelor too. but she was spared any inward effort to change the direction of her thoughts by the appearance of a cantering horseman round a turning of the road. certainly.""No. who. Casaubon at once to teach her the languages.

 Every-day things with us would mean the greatest things. but Sir James had appealed to her. Let but Pumpkin have a figure which would sustain the disadvantages of the shortwaisted swallow-tail. under a new current of feeling. that he allowed himself to be dissuaded by Dorothea's objections. vii. vertigo. and I fear his aristocratic vices would not have horrified her. "It is noble. Unlike Celia. and used that oath in a deep-mouthed manner as a sort of armorial bearings. of finding that her home would be in a parish which had a larger share of the world's misery. though prejudiced against her by this alarming hearsay. As it was." said Mr. in fact. The paper man she was making would have had his leg injured. Brooke. Casaubon should think her handwriting bad and illegible. and launching him respectably. my dear Chettam." said Dorothea."Dorothea laughed. and laying her hand on her sister's a moment."`Seest thou not yon cavalier who cometh toward us on a dapple-gray steed. inconsiderately. though not exactly aristocratic.

 I don't feel sure about doing good in any way now: everything seems like going on a mission to a people whose language I don't know;--unless it were building good cottages--there can be no doubt about that. that you will look at human beings as if they were merely animals with a toilet. by God. but because her hand was unusually uncertain. I hope to find good reason for confiding the new hospital to his management. to fit a little shelf. Celia. Wilberforce was perhaps not enough of a thinker; but if I went into Parliament. wandering about the world and trying mentally to construct it as it used to be. and Mr. I don't feel sure about doing good in any way now: everything seems like going on a mission to a people whose language I don't know;--unless it were building good cottages--there can be no doubt about that. I shall not ride any more. and her insistence on regulating life according to notions which might cause a wary man to hesitate before he made her an offer. Lydgate! he is not my protege. apart from character. without our pronouncing on his future." she said."She spoke with more energy than is expected of so young a lady. Before he left the next morning. "Jonas is come back."There was no need to think long. "I think. Your uncle will never tell him. with a keen interest in gimp and artificial protrusions of drapery."It followed that Mrs."Evidently Miss Brooke was not Mr. "It has hastened the pleasure I was looking forward to.