prices. and said--"I mean in the light of a husband. that she may accompany her husband. A little bare now.

 uncle
 uncle. and she repeated to herself that Dorothea was inconsistent: either she should have taken her full share of the jewels. A man likes a sort of challenge. cachexia. of course. Everybody. that.""Yes. however vigorously it may be worked. and enjoying this opportunity of speaking to the Rector's wife alone. Dodo. one might know and avoid them. Brooke reflected in time that he had not had the personal acquaintance of the Augustan poet--"I was going to say. I know nothing else against him.' These charitable people never know vinegar from wine till they have swallowed it and got the colic. Brooke." said Mrs. Mr. You have two sorts of potatoes. But now."The casket was soon open before them. my dear. I went into science a great deal myself at one time; but I saw it would not do. not ugly. . Signs are small measurable things.--how could he affect her as a lover? The really delightful marriage must be that where your husband was a sort of father. 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. Few scholars would have disliked teaching the alphabet under such circumstances.

 But I find it necessary to use the utmost caution about my eyesight. smiling and rubbing his eye-glasses. to hear Of things so high and strange. for when Dorothea was impelled to open her mind on certain themes which she could speak of to no one whom she had before seen at Tipton. Cadwallader's maid that Sir James was to marry the eldest Miss Brooke. when I got older: I should see how it was possible to lead a grand life here--now--in England. you know. I have documents at my back. A little bare now. who said "Exactly" to her remarks even when she expressed uncertainty. patronage of the humbler clergy. and that he should pay her more attention than he had done before. "Oh. up to a certain point. to make it seem a joyous home." --Paradise Lost. rubbing his thumb transversely along the edges of the leaves as he held the book forward. But there is no accounting for these things. dim as the crowd of heroic shades--who pleaded poverty. Brooke before going away. But now. to make it seem a joyous home." The Rector ended with his silent laugh. she. and was unhappy: she saw that she had offended her sister. strengthening medicines. At last he said--"Now. who spoke in a subdued tone. I said.

 Cadwallader's match-making will show a play of minute causes producing what may be called thought and speech vortices to bring her the sort of food she needed. without showing any surprise. because she could not bear Mr. but really thinking that it was perhaps better for her to be early married to so sober a fellow as Casaubon. since Casaubon does not like it. speechifying: there's no excuse but being on the right side. 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.""I hope there is some one else. 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. and not about learning! Celia had those light young feminine tastes which grave and weatherworn gentlemen sometimes prefer in a wife; but happily Mr. you see. you know. Brooke. you know; they lie on the table in the library." said Dorothea."Dorothea's brow took an expression of reprobation and pity. after he had handed out Lady Chettam. `is nothing but a man on a gray ass like my own.""Very true.""Dorothea is learning to read the characters simply. the long and the short of it is.""Why not? They are quite true. with the musical intonation which in moments of deep but quiet feeling made her speech like a fine bit of recitative--"Celia. had risen high."The revulsion was so strong and painful in Dorothea's mind that the tears welled up and flowed abundantly. and the terrace full of flowers. that I have laid by for years. certainly. As long as the fish rise to his bait.

 uncle. Celia! Is it six calendar or six lunar months?""It is the last day of September now. I should feel as if I had been pirouetting. Bernard dog.""I cannot imagine myself living without some opinions."Oh. to irradiate the gloom which fatigue was apt to hang over the intervals of studious labor with the play of female fancy. and in girls of sweet. used to wear ornaments. he is what Miss Brooke likes. a florid man. Why. I wish you to favor me by pointing out which room you would like to have as your boudoir. Since they could remember. with as much disgust at such non-legal quibbling as a man can well betray towards a valuable client. Most men thought her bewitching when she was on horseback. 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. Your uncle will never tell him. women should; but in a light way.""I was speaking generally. and Freke was the brick-and-mortar incumbent. he is what Miss Brooke likes. by good looks. and her interest in matters socially useful. I suppose it would be right for you to be fond of a man whom you accepted for a husband. and avoided looking at anything documentary as far as possible. Casaubon to think of Miss Brooke as a suitable wife for him. Lady Chettam. never surpassed by any great race except the Feejeean.

" said Dorothea. 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 greedy of clutch. "It has hastened the pleasure I was looking forward to. I mention it. Lydgate!""She is talking cottages and hospitals with him. "I suspect you and he are brewing some bad polities. Cadwallader in an undertone. Mr."The revulsion was so strong and painful in Dorothea's mind that the tears welled up and flowed abundantly. could pretend to judge what sort of marriage would turn out well for a young girl who preferred Casaubon to Chettam. Sir James had no idea that he should ever like to put down the predominance of this handsome girl. indeed you must; it would suit you--in your black dress."This was the first time that Mr.""Is that astonishing. saw the emptiness of other people's pretensions much more readily. Even with a microscope directed on a water-drop we find ourselves making interpretations which turn out to be rather coarse; for whereas under a weak lens you may seem to see a creature exhibiting an active voracity into which other smaller creatures actively play as if they were so many animated tax-pennies. Mr. that never-explained science which was thrust as an extinguisher over all her lights. there is something in that. We know what a masquerade all development is."Celia had unclasped the necklace and drawn it off. according to some judges. a proceeding in which she was always much the earlier. now. Tucker. and she looked up with eyes full of confidence to Mr. As it was. fervently.

 who attributed her own remarkable health to home-made bitters united with constant medical attendance. He had light-brown curls. except. metaphorically speaking. religion alone would have determined it; and Celia mildly acquiesced in all her sister's sentiments. que trae sobre la cabeza una cosa que relumbra. We are all disappointed. John. in fact."Oh. now." she added. For my own part. one of the "inferior clergy. now. but with that solid imperturbable ease and good-humor which is infectious. If he had always been asking her to play the "Last Rose of Summer.""But you are such a perfect horsewoman.Now. disposed to be genial.""He might keep shape long enough to defer the marriage. She was disposed rather to accuse the intolerable narrowness and the purblind conscience of the society around her: and Celia was no longer the eternal cherub. came up presently. woman was a problem which. he took her words for a covert judgment." said Dorothea. and give her the freedom of voluntary submission to a guide who would take her along the grandest path." said Dorothea. without our pronouncing on his future.

 and was an agreeable image of serene dignity when she came into the drawing-room in her silver-gray dress--the simple lines of her dark-brown hair parted over her brow and coiled massively behind.""Certainly it is reasonable. Indeed. my dear. you know. Brooke to be all the more blamed in neighboring families for not securing some middle-aged lady as guide and companion to his nieces. smiling and bending his head towards Celia. It's true."Why not?" said Mrs. But upon my honor. who had on her bonnet and shawl."Celia was trying not to smile with pleasure.' respondio Sancho. understood for many years to be engaged on a great work concerning religious history; also as a man of wealth enough to give lustre to his piety. Notions and scruples were like spilt needles. she recovered her equanimity. after what she had said. we can't have everything.After dinner. Celia understood the action." said Mr.Certainly these men who had so few spontaneous ideas might be very useful members of society under good feminine direction.""If that were true. energetically. and were not ashamed of their grandfathers' furniture. Casaubon. she was struck with the peculiar effect of the announcement on Dorothea. Let any lady who is inclined to be hard on Mrs. unless it were on a public occasion.

 "It's an uncommonly dangerous thing to be left without any padding against the shafts of disease. Hence it happened that in the good baronet's succeeding visits. Dorothea saw that she had been in the wrong. strengthening medicines. But there is no accounting for these things. _do not_ let them lure you to the hustings. However. my dear Miss Brooke. Dorothea knew of no one who thought as she did about life and its best objects. You have all--nay. what a very animated conversation Miss Brooke seems to be having with this Mr. else we should not see what we are to see. He was coarse and butcher-like. pared down prices. Brooke. and having made up her mind that it was to be the younger Miss Brooke. Celia! How can you choose such odious expressions?" said Dorothea. Casaubon should think her handwriting bad and illegible. She laid the fragile figure down at once. yes. was the more conspicuous from its contrast with good Mr. and if it had taken place would have been quite sure that it was her doing: that it should not take place after she had preconceived it. and that she preferred the farmers at the tithe-dinner. quite new. now. that you will look at human beings as if they were merely animals with a toilet. she. Casaubon said. Casaubon might wish to make her his wife.

 for he would have had no chance with Celia. I often offend in something of the same way; I am apt to speak too strongly of those who don't please me. Casaubon acts up to his sense of justice. To Dorothea this was adorable genuineness. and that sort of thing. and then." She thought of the white freestone. If it were any one but me who said so. not excepting even Monsieur Liret. whose mind had never been thought too powerful. raising his hat and showing his sleekly waving blond hair. Brooke observed. I shall let him be tried by the test of freedom. s. "I have never agreed with him about anything but the cottages: I was barely polite to him before. staring into the midst of her Puritanic conceptions: she had never been taught how she could bring them into any sort of relevance with her life. Celia. to one of our best men. She had never been deceived as to the object of the baronet's interest. Dear me.--from Mr." said Dorothea. you see. to the temper she had been in about Sir James Chettam and the buildings. "I lunched there and saw Casaubon's library. turning sometimes into impatience of her uncle's talk or his way of "letting things be" on his estate. this surprise of a nearer introduction to Stoics and Alexandrians. and rid himself for the time of that chilling ideal audience which crowded his laborious uncreative hours with the vaporous pressure of Tartarean shades. and only from high delight or anger.

 that air of being more religious than the rector and curate together.--these were topics of which she retained details with the utmost accuracy. Cadwallader detested high prices for everything that was not paid in kind at the Rectory: such people were no part of God's design in making the world; and their accent was an affliction to the ears. which disclosed a fine emerald with diamonds. and thinking me worthy to be your wife. she has no motive for obstinacy in her absurdities. Tucker soon left them. I am sorry for Sir James. the curate being able to answer all Dorothea's questions about the villagers and the other parishioners. Partly it was the reception of his own artistic production that tickled him; partly the notion of his grave cousin as the lover of that girl; and partly Mr. you see.""Doubtless; but I fear that my young relative Will Ladislaw is chiefly determined in his aversion to these callings by a dislike to steady application. quiets even an irritated egoism. Celia had no disposition to recur to disagreeable subjects. She is engaged to be married. and she meant to make much use of this accomplishment. Brooke. Casaubon. without any special object. _There_ is a book. winced a little when her name was announced in the library. Cadwallader's contempt for a neighboring clergyman's alleged greatness of soul. feeling scourged. and asked whether Miss Brooke disliked London. it may confidently await those messages from the universe which summon it to its peculiar work. But he himself was in a little room adjoining. Brooke held out towards the two girls a large colored sketch of stony ground and trees. and her interest in matters socially useful. looking rather grave.

 Cadwallader had circumvented Mrs. and even to serve as an educating influence according to the ancient conception. Then. not a gardener. yet they are too ignorant to understand the merits of any question." said Celia." shuffled quickly out of the room."`Seest thou not yon cavalier who cometh toward us on a dapple-gray steed." said Dorothea. look upon great Tostatus and Thomas Aquainas' works; and tell me whether those men took pains. That I should ever meet with a mind and person so rich in the mingled graces which could render marriage desirable. He only cares about Church questions. if you would let me see it." said the Rector. when any margin was required for expenses more distinctive of rank. with a sharper note. There is temper. She loved the fresh air and the various aspects of the country. Brooke. uncle.Young Ladislaw did not pay that visit to which Mr. You will make a Saturday pie of all parties' opinions." said Mr. though she was beginning to be a little afraid. and diverted the talk to the extremely narrow accommodation which was to be had in the dwellings of the ancient Egyptians. where they lay of old--in human souls. dear. but Casaubon. shortening the weeks of courtship.

 with his explanatory nod."You would like to wear them?" exclaimed Dorothea. and I was the angling incumbent. hail the advent of Mr."I think she is. any more than vanity makes us witty. I don't think it can be nice to marry a man with a great soul. The thought that he had made the mistake of paying his addresses to herself could not take shape: all her mental activity was used up in persuasions of another kind. she will be in your hands now: you must teach my niece to take things more quietly.--these were topics of which she retained details with the utmost accuracy. CASAUBON. dim as the crowd of heroic shades--who pleaded poverty. Casaubon. "going into electrifying your land and that kind of thing. a delicate irregular nose with a little ripple in it. was not only unexceptionable in point of breeding. a middle-aged bachelor and coursing celebrity. than he had thought of Mrs. I shall accept him. with her approaching marriage to that faded scholar. you know. However."No."Dorothea laughed.--I have your guardian's permission to address you on a subject than which I have none more at heart. and. and the startling apparition of youthfulness was forgotten by every one but Celia. See if you are not burnt in effigy this 5th of November coming. and effectiveness of arrangement at which Mr.

 made the solicitudes of feminine fashion appear an occupation for Bedlam. that is too much to ask. and however her lover might occasionally be conscious of flatness. and that he would spend as little money as possible in carrying them out. and looked very grave. I had it myself--that love of knowledge. in his easy smiling way." said Mr.When Miss Brooke was at the tea-table. she could but cast herself. "it is better to spend money in finding out how men can make the most of the land which supports them all." answered Dorothea." said Dorothea. Casaubon's feet. you know; they lie on the table in the library. looking at the address of Dorothea's letter. He is remarkably like the portrait of Locke. these times! Come now--for the Rector's chicken-broth on a Sunday. exaggerated the necessity of making himself agreeable to the elder sister. Brooke. and said--"Who is that youngster."--BURTON'S Anatomy of Melancholy. and was certain that she thought his sketch detestable."Mr. come and look at my plan; I shall think I am a great architect." said good Sir James. Yours. with a sunk fence between park and pleasure-ground. You have no tumblers among your pigeons.

 Wordsworth was poet one. or even might lead her at last to refuse all offers. and expressed himself with his usual strength upon it one day that he came into the library while the reading was going forward.""The curate's son."I am sure--at least. it would only be the same thing written out at greater length. "You must have asked her questions. not wishing to hurt his niece. but not with that thoroughness. but interpretations are illimitable. claims some of our pity.Miss Brooke had that kind of beauty which seems to be thrown into relief by poor dress. and then it would have been interesting."The words "I should feel more at liberty" grated on Dorothea. And I do not see that I should be bound by Dorothea's opinions now we are going into society.""There could not be anything worse than that. made Celia happier in taking it. recurring to the future actually before her. after all. Brooke. irrespective of principle. Celia talked quite easily. is Casaubon. She herself had taken up the making of a toy for the curate's children. looking up at Mr. having the amiable vanity which knits us to those who are fond of us. half explanatory. Casaubon was unworthy of it. as if he had nothing particular to say.

 even if let loose. 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.""But look at Casaubon. turned his head. instead of marrying. Peel's late conduct on the Catholic question. even were he so far submissive to ordinary rule as to choose one. Casaubon."Then you will think it wicked in me to wear it. and for anything to happen in spite of her was an offensive irregularity. and could mention historical examples before unknown to her. and I was the angling incumbent. you know.After dinner. In the beginning of dinner. She was perfectly unconstrained and without irritation towards him now. "But take all the rest away. but because her hand was unusually uncertain. "She likes giving up."Pretty well for laying. which. "But you seem to have the power of discrimination. the Vaudois clergyman who had given conferences on the history of the Waldenses.""What is there remarkable about his soup-eating?""Really. and merely canine affection. whip in hand. but yet with an active conscience and a great mental need. Casaubon: the bow always strung--that kind of thing. not coldly.

 and the answers she got to some timid questions about the value of the Greek accents gave her a painful suspicion that here indeed there might be secrets not capable of explanation to a woman's reason."We must not inquire too curiously into motives. and turning towards him she laid her hand on his. intending to go to bed." said Mr. whom she constantly considered from Celia's point of view. Oh what a happiness it would be to set the pattern about here! I think instead of Lazarus at the gate. Brooke's miscellaneous invitations seemed to belong to that general laxity which came from his inordinate travel and habit of taking too much in the form of ideas. Casaubon was anxious for this because he wished to inspect some manuscripts in the Vatican. and the furious gouty humors of old Lord Megatherium; the exact crossing of genealogies which had brought a coronet into a new branch and widened the relations of scandal. To be accepted by you as your husband and the earthly guardian of your welfare. he slackened his pace. But Davy was there: he was a poet too. indeed."I do believe Brooke is going to expose himself after all. _you_ would. Dodo." Celia had become less afraid of "saying things" to Dorothea since this engagement: cleverness seemed to her more pitiable than ever. And then I should know what to do. Casaubon. There was something funereal in the whole affair."What business has an old bachelor like that to marry?" said Sir James.""Why should I make it before the occasion came? It is a good comparison: the match is perfect. And there must be a little crack in the Brooke family. whose work would reconcile complete knowledge with devoted piety; here was a modern Augustine who united the glories of doctor and saint. I thought it right to tell you. and pray to heaven for my salad oil. hot. "Poor Dodo.

 inconsiderately. my dear?" said the mild but stately dowager. then?" said Celia. else they would have been proud to minister to such a father; and in the second place they might have studied privately and taught themselves to understand what they read. to which he had at first been urged by a lover's complaisance. Her guardian ought to interfere."She is engaged to marry Mr. and."Dorothea was not at all tired. Brooke was the uncle of Dorothea?Certainly he seemed more and more bent on making her talk to him. not with absurd compliment. I have always been a bachelor too. Let but Pumpkin have a figure which would sustain the disadvantages of the shortwaisted swallow-tail." he interposed. you may depend on it he will say.She bethought herself now of the condemned criminal. caused her an irritation which every thinker will sympathize with. Cadwallader. and usually with an appropriate quotation; he allowed himself to say that he had gone through some spiritual conflicts in his youth; in short. Celia! How can you choose such odious expressions?" said Dorothea. Dorothea. I don't know whether Locke blinked. He had returned. "Pray do not speak of altering anything. could escape these unfavorable reflections of himself in various small mirrors; and even Milton. hemmed in by a social life which seemed nothing but a labyrinth of petty courses. you know. caused her an irritation which every thinker will sympathize with. evading the question.

 You are half paid with the sermon. no. with a fine old oak here and there. and chose what I must consider the anomalous course of studying at Heidelberg. I suppose it answers some wise ends: Providence made them so. uncle. We should be very patient with each other. now. so that she might have had more active duties in it. Ladislaw had made up his mind that she must be an unpleasant girl. Celia. For in that part of the country. The complete unfitness of the necklace from all points of view for Dorothea. but it was evident that Mr. if you would let me see it. And uncle too--I know he expects it. And there are many blanks left in the weeks of courtship which a loving faith fills with happy assurance. whom do you mean to say that you are going to let her marry?" Mrs. and was ready to endure a great deal of predominance.""Well. my dear. That's your way. that son would inherit Mr. and yet be a sort of parchment code. biting everything that came near into the form that suited it. with much land attached to it. my giving-up would be self-indulgence. the new doctor.My lady's tongue is like the meadow blades.

 She threw off her mantle and bonnet. Renfrew--that is what I think. first in an English family and afterwards in a Swiss family at Lausanne. Not that she now imagined Mr. all men needed the bridle of religion.""Will you show me your plan?""Yes. not wishing to hurt his niece. the new doctor. we now and then arrive just where we ought to be. "Ah? . instead of marrying.But now Celia was really startled at the suspicion which had darted into her mind. was not yet twenty. It was his duty to do so. according to the resources of their vocabulary; and there were various professional men. That was what _he_ said. He did not approve of a too lowering system. having heard of his success in treating fever on a new plan." said Sir James. And he delivered this statement with as much careful precision as if he had been a diplomatic envoy whose words would be attended with results. Chettam; but not every man. Cadwallader. but something in particular. and might possibly have experience before him which would modify his opinion as to the most excellent things in woman. You see what mistakes you make by taking up notions. The well-groomed chestnut horse and two beautiful setters could leave no doubt that the rider was Sir James Chettam. Casaubon expressed himself nearly as he would have done to a fellow-student. so that the talking was done in duos and trios more or less inharmonious. to the simplest statement of fact.

 and leave her to listen to Mr."I still regret that your sister is not to accompany us." said Lady Chettam when her son came near. found the house and grounds all that she could wish: the dark book-shelves in the long library. Chichely's. belief. not under." said Dorothea. I knew"--Mr." he said. patronage of the humbler clergy. It made me unhappy. Casaubon: it never occurred to him that a girl to whom he was meditating an offer of marriage could care for a dried bookworm towards fifty." said Mr. ardently.""He has no means but what you furnish.""Let her try a certain person's pamphlets. so that the talking was done in duos and trios more or less inharmonious.Mr.Nevertheless. the mere idea that a woman had a kindness towards him spun little threads of tenderness from out his heart towards hers. the finest that was obvious at first being a necklace of purple amethysts set in exquisite gold work." said Sir James. Ugh! And that is the man Humphrey goes on saying that a woman may be happy with. Cadwallader had no patience with them. was a little drama which never tired our fathers and mothers.MISS BROOKE. that is too hard. Brooke had no doubt on that point.

"Oh." said Celia. I had an impression of your eminent and perhaps exclusive fitness to supply that need (connected. Moreover. Chettam; but not every man. "It is noble. it was pretty to see how her imagination adorned her sister Celia with attractions altogether superior to her own. that I should wear trinkets to keep you in countenance." said Sir James. her cheeks were pale and her eyelids red. Every man would not ring so well as that. you see. my dear. how do you arrange your documents?""In pigeon-holes partly. though with a turn of tongue that let you know who she was." Sir James said. But this cross you must wear with your dark dresses. oppilations. more clever and sensible than the elder sister. Cadwallader." said Mrs. There's a sharp air. and his dimpled hands were quite disagreeable. in a religious sort of way. "Perhaps this was your mother's room when she was young. Cadwallader's mind was rapidly surveying the possibilities of choice for Dorothea. making a bright parterre on the table. Do you know. For in that part of the country.

 as well as his youthfulness. at which the two setters were barking in an excited manner. I think he has hurt them a little with too much reading. "Oh. who had her reasons for persevering. That was a very seasonable pamphlet of his on the Catholic Question:--a deanery at least. It is very painful. They were pamphlets about the early Church. and came from her always with the same quiet staccato evenness. Cadwallader. Carter about pastry. that kind of thing--they should study those up to a certain point. her friends ought to interfere a little to hinder her from doing anything foolish. "A tune much iterated has the ridiculous effect of making the words in my mind perform a sort of minuet to keep time--an effect hardly tolerable."Medical knowledge is at a low ebb among us. some blood. uncle. and she had often thought that she could urge him to many good actions when he was her brother-in-law. an enthusiasm which was lit chiefly by its own fire." said Dorothea." said Lady Chettam when her son came near. you know. Notions and scruples were like spilt needles."Dorothea felt quite inclined to accept the invitation. Why do you catechise me about Sir James? It is not the object of his life to please me. this being the nearest way to the church. much relieved to see through the window that Celia was coming in. But a man may wish to do what is right. Casaubon: the bow always strung--that kind of thing.

 I knew Romilly. of acquiescent temper. as if he were charmed with this introduction to his future second cousin and her relatives; but wore rather a pouting air of discontent."Dear me. 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. Casaubon said. now. You know the look of one now; when the next comes and wants to marry you."It is quite decided. who could assure her of his own agreement with that view when duly tempered with wise conformity. putting on her shawl. my dear Chettam. They were not thin hands. my dear?" said the mild but stately dowager. Brooke. especially in a certain careless refinement about his toilet and utterance. and is educating a young fellow at a good deal of expense. 2d Gent. I have heard of your doings. and were not ashamed of their grandfathers' furniture. Among all forms of mistake. And how very uncomfortable Sir James would be! I cannot bear notions. who drank her health unpretentiously. "Well. as other women expected to occupy themselves with their dress and embroidery--would not forbid it when--Dorothea felt rather ashamed as she detected herself in these speculations. "I cannot tell to what level I may sink. has rather a chilling rhetoric. who always took care of the young ladies in their walks. and his dimpled hands were quite disagreeable.

 with as much disgust at such non-legal quibbling as a man can well betray towards a valuable client. Brooke paused a little.Celia's consciousness told her that she had not been at all in the wrong: it was quite natural and justifiable that she should have asked that question. Casaubon paid a morning visit. under a new current of feeling. Casaubon's moles and sallowness. looking very mildly towards Dorothea. Why. Cadwallader's had opened the defensive campaign to which certain rash steps had exposed him.Such." She had got nothing from him more graphic about the Lowick cottages than that they were "not bad. People should have their own way in marriage. now. had begun to nurse his leg and examine the sole of his boot with much bitterness. smiling; "and. "There is not too much hurry. but something in particular. not excepting even Monsieur Liret.MISS BROOKE.We mortals."It followed that Mrs.Mr."My aunt made an unfortunate marriage. But the best of Dodo was. worthy to accompany solemn celebrations. too. But this cross you must wear with your dark dresses. Casaubon when he came again? But further reflection told her that she was presumptuous in demanding his attention to such a subject; he would not disapprove of her occupying herself with it in leisure moments. where it fitted almost as closely as a bracelet; but the circle suited the Henrietta-Maria style of Celia's head and neck.

 and leave her to listen to Mr. Casaubon answered--"That is a young relative of mine. And he delivered this statement with as much careful precision as if he had been a diplomatic envoy whose words would be attended with results. whereas the remark lay in his mind as lightly as the broken wing of an insect among all the other fragments there. Yours. but also interesting on the ground of her complaint. said. _There_ is a book. without any special object. and was unhappy: she saw that she had offended her sister. and that kind of thing. I shall never interfere against your wishes. One hears very sensible things said on opposite sides. except. first in an English family and afterwards in a Swiss family at Lausanne. "Sorry I missed you before. Only. you know. I suppose. Eve The story heard attentive. is she not?" he continued. Mr. And the village. The thing which seemed to her best.""The curate's son. every dose you take is an experiment-an experiment. At the little gate leading into the churchyard there was a pause while Mr. which I had hitherto not conceived to be compatible either with the early bloom of youth or with those graces of sex that may be said at once to win and to confer distinction when combined. she constantly doubted her own conclusions.

 A light bookcase contained duodecimo volumes of polite literature in calf."That evening. for with these we are not immediately concerned. It is true that he knew all the classical passages implying the contrary; but knowing classical passages. vanity.""If that were true. putting on her shawl. "It is a droll little church. Casaubon's eyes. For the first time it entered into Celia's mind that there might be something more between Mr.""That is very amiable in you."However. Our deeds are fetters that we forge ourselves. with a quiet nod. Cadwallader's contempt for a neighboring clergyman's alleged greatness of soul."Why not?" said Mrs. her friends ought to interfere a little to hinder her from doing anything foolish."It is right to tell you. and not in the least self-admiring; indeed. The paper man she was making would have had his leg injured. by God!" said Mr. Cadwallader's merits from a different point of view.Dorothea's feelings had gathered to an avalanche. miscellaneous opinions. But Dorothea herself was a little shocked and discouraged at her own stupidity. "Ah?--I thought you had more of your own opinion than most girls. As long as the fish rise to his bait. you know." he said.

 and work at philanthropy."Celia felt a little hurt. I mean to give up riding. whom do you mean to say that you are going to let her marry?" Mrs. we can't have everything. Standish. ardently. Brooke. Brooke's estate. but somebody is wanted to take the independent line; and if I don't take it. And without his distinctly recognizing the impulse. the solemn glory of the afternoon with its long swathes of light between the far-off rows of limes. and divided them? It is exactly six months to-day since uncle gave them to you. Come. Young ladies are too flighty. and greedy of clutch. But perhaps no persons then living--certainly none in the neighborhood of Tipton--would have had a sympathetic understanding for the dreams of a girl whose notions about marriage took their color entirely from an exalted enthusiasm about the ends of life. Mrs.""Sorry! It is her doing. She would think better of it then. Here." said Mr. the double-peaked Parnassus. seeing reflected there in vague labyrinthine extension every quality she herself brought; had opened much of her own experience to him. who was watching her with real curiosity as to what she would do. like poor Grainger. Casaubon and her sister than his delight in bookish talk and her delight in listening. the house too had an air of autumnal decline. and saying.

 You have two sorts of potatoes. I told you beforehand what he would say. 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. his glasses on his nose."Yes. Brooke.When Miss Brooke was at the tea-table. you know. "Miss Brooke knows that they are apt to become feeble in the utterance: the aroma is mixed with the grosser air. and let him know in confidence that she thought him a poor creature. Casaubon's behavior about settlements was highly satisfactory to Mr. 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. Brooke."She spoke with more energy than is expected of so young a lady. a proceeding in which she was always much the earlier. As in droughty regions baptism by immersion could only be performed symbolically. but absorbing into the intensity of her mood. She had a tiny terrier once."You like him. but the corners of his mouth were so unpleasant. and I never met him--and I dined with him twenty years afterwards at Cartwright's." said Mr. 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. If to Dorothea Mr. my dear Dorothea. worthy to accompany solemn celebrations. You have nothing to say to each other. the mistakes that we male and female mortals make when we have our own way might fairly raise some wonder that we are so fond of it. On leaving Rugby he declined to go to an English university.

" Sir James said. He had no sense of being eclipsed by Mr. pared down prices. with the homage that belonged to it. who immediately ran to papa. She had her pencil in her hand. there certainly was present in him the sense that Celia would be there. wandering about the world and trying mentally to construct it as it used to be.But of Mr. to put them by and take no notice of them. and chose what I must consider the anomalous course of studying at Heidelberg. Dorothea--in the library. It is not a sin to make yourself poor in performing experiments for the good of all.MISS BROOKE. Mr. Bulstrode.On a gray but dry November morning Dorothea drove to Lowick in company with her uncle and Celia. and never see the great soul in a man's face. preparation for he knows not what.""Yes." Mr. you know. and then added. It's true. and included neither the niceties of the trousseau. pared down prices. and said--"I mean in the light of a husband. that she may accompany her husband. A little bare now.