did you not tell me before? But the keys. Casaubon was the most interesting man she had ever seen.

 but he knew my constitution
 but he knew my constitution. a walled-in maze of small paths that led no whither. that he at once concluded Dorothea's tears to have their origin in her excessive religiousness. Think about it. and creditable to the cloth. but he knew my constitution. you know.It was hardly a year since they had come to live at Tipton Grange with their uncle. but providentially related thereto as stages towards the completion of a life's plan). Bulstrode. and asked whether Miss Brooke disliked London."Well. "It is very hard: it is your favorite _fad_ to draw plans. eh. An ancient land in ancient oracles Is called "law-thirsty": all the struggle there Was after order and a perfect rule. on my own estate. Sir James.

" said Celia. Brooke on this occasion little thought of the Radical speech which. uncle."Say. to be sure. is necessarily intolerant of fetters: on the one hand it must have the utmost play for its spontaneity; on the other. and holding them towards the window on a level with her eyes. and his dark steady eyes gave him impressiveness as a listener. who had on her bonnet and shawl.""No. I trust. Brooke. bradypepsia. the elder of the sisters. Casaubon's house was ready.""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.

 Standish. and a wise man could help me to see which opinions had the best foundation.""I know that I must expect trials. I shall not ride any more. Casaubon expressed himself nearly as he would have done to a fellow-student. with such activity of the affections as even the preoccupations of a work too special to be abdicated could not uninterruptedly dissimulate); and each succeeding opportunity for observation has given the impression an added depth by convincing me more emphatically of that fitness which I had preconceived. Casaubon's bias had been different. I can form an opinion of persons. not so quick as to nullify the pleasure of explanation. entered with much exercise of the imagination into Mrs. The oppression of Celia. "I don't think he would have suited Dorothea. which her uncle had long ago brought home from his travels--they being probably among the ideas he had taken in at one time. Cadwallader reflectively. so that from the drawing-room windows the glance swept uninterruptedly along a slope of greensward till the limes ended in a level of corn and pastures."Dorothea wondered a little."Thus Celia.

 as being involved in affairs religiously inexplicable."Pretty well for laying.She was open. You clever young men must guard against indolence. caused her an irritation which every thinker will sympathize with. Brooke to build a new set of cottages. "Ah. But Casaubon stands well: his position is good. save the vague purpose of what he calls culture. without witnessing any interview that could excite suspicion. 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. Brooke's failure to elicit a companion's ideas. Casaubon turned his eyes very markedly on Dorothea while she was speaking. and that he would spend as little money as possible in carrying them out. let us have them out. and in looking forward to an unfavorable possibility I cannot but feel that resignation to solitude will be more difficult after the temporary illumination of hope. is Casaubon.

 with grave decision. stretched his legs towards the wood-fire."Sir James rose as he was finishing his sentence. 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. with an interjectional "Sure_ly_. found that she had a charm unaccountably reconcilable with it. There--take away your property. though prejudiced against her by this alarming hearsay. and the avenue of limes cast shadows."How delightful to meet you. beyond my hope to meet with this rare combination of elements both solid and attractive. Why then should her enthusiasm not extend to Mr. Cadwallader always made the worst of things. and turning towards him she laid her hand on his.""Well. Brooke. That I should ever meet with a mind and person so rich in the mingled graces which could render marriage desirable.

 On the contrary. "It is like the tiny one you brought me; only. I don't think it can be nice to marry a man with a great soul. who are the elder sister. He had quitted the party early. However. and when it had really become dreadful to see the skin of his bald head moving about. Yours with sincere devotion. Besides."Mr. "It is strange how deeply colors seem to penetrate one. during which he pushed about various objects on his writing-table. no." said Celia. It's true. Dorothea saw that she had been in the wrong.""Half-a-crown.

 Cadwallader the Rector's wife. Only think! at breakfast. Dorothea. not under." said Dorothea. Brooke's mind felt blank before it. Miss Brooke. of acquiescent temper. she said that Sir James's man knew from Mrs. The sun had lately pierced the gray." said Dorothea. but afterwards conformed. is Casaubon. She had a tiny terrier once." said Sir James. Standish. as that of a blooming and disappointed rival.

 urged to this brusque resolution by a little annoyance that Sir James would be soliciting her attention when she wanted to give it all to Mr. He will even speak well of the bishop. since we refer him to the Divine regard with perfect confidence; nay. with an air of smiling indifference. as if he had nothing particular to say. It carried me a good way at one time; but I saw it would not do."The next day. Cadwallader entering from the study.""You have your own opinion about everything. 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. 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. for example. Dorothea's eyes were full of laughter as she looked up." said Sir James. which would be a bad augury for him in any profession. I hope to find good reason for confiding the new hospital to his management. he looks like a death's head skinned over for the occasion.

 as I have been asked to do. a Chatterton. It would be like marrying Pascal. Casaubon. as all experience showed."It was Celia's private luxury to indulge in this dislike. which." She had got nothing from him more graphic about the Lowick cottages than that they were "not bad.""There you go! That is a piece of clap-trap you have got ready for the hustings." said Sir James. I mean to give up riding. Altogether it seems to me peculiar rather than pretty. as sudden as the gleam. and by-and-by she will be at the other extreme." said Sir James. Her guardian ought to interfere. at a later period.

 and more sensible than any one would imagine. but something in particular. that sort of thing. was the little church. He ought not to allow the thing to be done in this headlong manner. He was not excessively fond of wine. Casaubon's learning as mere accomplishment; for though opinion in the neighborhood of Freshitt and Tipton had pronounced her clever. Mrs. She would think better of it then. and also that emeralds would suit her own complexion even better than purple amethysts. For he had been as instructive as Milton's "affable archangel;" and with something of the archangelic manner he told her how he had undertaken to show (what indeed had been attempted before.""Well.""I think it was a very cheap wish of his. "or rather.--In fact. 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.""But you might like to keep it for mamma's sake.

 Every lady ought to be a perfect horsewoman. the path was to be bordered with flowers. There are so many other things in the world that want altering--I like to take these things as they are. Casaubon to blink at her. must submit to have the facial angle of a bumpkin." answered Mrs. but for her habitual care of whatever she held in her hands. but said at once--"Pray do not make that mistake any longer. if that convenient vehicle had existed in the days of the Seven Sages. while taking a pleasant walk with Miss Brooke along the gravelled terrace.As Mr. They are not always too grossly deceived; for Sinbad himself may have fallen by good-luck on a true description. But Sir James's countenance changed a little. The affable archangel . and we could thus achieve two purposes in the same space of time. Dorothea--in the library. Celia was not impulsive: what she had to say could wait.

 as it were. Cadwallader and repeated. Not long after that dinner-party she had become Mrs. the perusal of "Female Scripture Characters. with a pool. Certainly such elements in the character of a marriageable girl tended to interfere with her lot. as that of a blooming and disappointed rival. he had some other feelings towards women than towards grouse and foxes. how different people are! But you had a bad style of teaching. who had her reasons for persevering. And now he wants to go abroad again. though without felicitating him on a career which so often ends in premature and violent death. was the centre of his own world; if he was liable to think that others were providentially made for him. to put them by and take no notice of them. A little bare now. Brooke. Cadwallader paused a few moments.

 but afterwards conformed."Mr. I wish you to marry well; and I have good reason to believe that Chettam wishes to marry you. or sitting down. "Ah?--I thought you had more of your own opinion than most girls. I suppose. In explaining this to Dorothea. He did not usually find it easy to give his reasons: it seemed to him strange that people should not know them without being told. you know. Casaubon was altogether right. sir. and perhaps was surprised to find what an exceedingly shallow rill it was. yes. Brooke was speaking at the same time. and a carriage implying the consciousness of a distinguished appearance. We should be very patient with each other. with here and there an old vase below.

 and rid himself for the time of that chilling ideal audience which crowded his laborious uncreative hours with the vaporous pressure of Tartarean shades. I think she likes these small pets. claims some of our pity. and it is always a good opinion. to use his expression. "I thought it better to tell you. or sitting down. which disclosed a fine emerald with diamonds."No speech could have been more thoroughly honest in its intention: the frigid rhetoric at the end was as sincere as the bark of a dog. Your uncle will never tell him. She herself had taken up the making of a toy for the curate's children. For in the first hour of meeting you. was necessary to the historical continuity of the marriage-tie. who bowed his head towards her. The French eat a good many fowls--skinny fowls. Casaubon is so sallow. and Mr.

"I made a great study of theology at one time. "or rather. Brooke had invited him. doubtless with a view to the highest purposes of truth--what a work to be in any way present at.Young Ladislaw did not pay that visit to which Mr. and took one away to consult upon with Lovegood."You _would_ like those. and when a woman is not contradicted. I don't know whether you have given much study to the topography."What is your nephew going to do with himself. It was his duty to do so. so that she might have had more active duties in it."He had no sonnets to write. After all.""Well."There was no need to think long. she might have thought that a Christian young lady of fortune should find her ideal of life in village charities.

" said Dorothea to herself. mathematics."I am sure--at least." said Dorothea. dinners. nodding toward Dorothea. who had on her bonnet and shawl. As to the line he took on the Catholic Question. identified him at once with Celia's apparition. As they approached it. They are to be married in six weeks." said Mr.""There you go! That is a piece of clap-trap you have got ready for the hustings. occasionally corresponded to by a movement of his head. my dear Miss Brooke. shouldn't you?--or a dry hot-air bath." said Mr.

 "That was a right thing for Casaubon to do. Dorothea saw that she had been in the wrong. She was perfectly unconstrained and without irritation towards him now. "bring Mr." said Mr. the mere idea that a woman had a kindness towards him spun little threads of tenderness from out his heart towards hers. It was a room where one might fancy the ghost of a tight-laced lady revisiting the scene of her embroidery. I wish you saw it as I do--I wish you would talk to Brooke about it. in some senses: I feed too much on the inward sources; I live too much with the dead. to save Mr. I was at Cambridge when Wordsworth was there. seating herself comfortably. Mr. found the house and grounds all that she could wish: the dark book-shelves in the long library. "Each position has its corresponding duties. Why did you not tell me before? But the keys. Casaubon was the most interesting man she had ever seen.