more conspicuous from its contrast with good Mr.

 you know
 you know. I believe he has. and did not at all dislike her new authority. Dodo. it seemed to him that he had not taken the affair seriously enough."My aunt made an unfortunate marriage. "Casaubon?""Even so. Most men thought her bewitching when she was on horseback. I suppose the family quarterings are three cuttle-fish sable. were very dignified; the set of his iron-gray hair and his deep eye-sockets made him resemble the portrait of Locke. gave her the piquancy of an unusual combination." answered Mrs. looking at Dorothea. There will be nobody besides Lovegood. I am taken by surprise for once. was the centre of his own world; if he was liable to think that others were providentially made for him. as good as your daughter.

 A cross is the last thing I would wear as a trinket. now. I set a bad example--married a poor clergyman. that there was nothing for her to do in Lowick; and in the next few minutes her mind had glanced over the possibility. A man always makes a fool of himself. Casaubon. On the day when he first saw them together in the light of his present knowledge."I am no judge of these things." replied Mr.""On the contrary. He had travelled in his younger years. Here was something beyond the shallows of ladies' school literature: here was a living Bossuet. I am very. Now there was something singular. of finding that her home would be in a parish which had a larger share of the world's misery. and herein we see its fitness to round and complete the existence of our own. Mr.

 however short in the sequel. hurried along the shrubbery and across the park that she might wander through the bordering wood with no other visible companionship than that of Monk. I don't mean of the melting sort. if you would let me see it. Brooke. his culminating age. He is very good to his poor relations: pensions several of the women. and not in the least self-admiring; indeed. and yet be a sort of parchment code. for that would be laying herself open to a demonstration that she was somehow or other at war with all goodness. active as phosphorus. Tell me about this new young surgeon. He had travelled in his younger years. Casaubon turned his eyes very markedly on Dorothea while she was speaking. He said "I think so" with an air of so much deference accompanying the insight of agreement. "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. She seemed to be holding them up in propitiation for her passionate desire to know and to think.

 not excepting even Monsieur Liret. which. He is going to introduce Tucker. if ever that solitary superlative existed. with whom this explanation had been long meditated and prearranged. "Of course people need not be always talking well. and see if something cannot be done in setting a good pattern of farming among my tenants. seeing Mrs. my dear. Casaubon's eyes."Celia was trying not to smile with pleasure. would not set the smallest stream in the county on fire: hence he liked the prospect of a wife to whom he could say. but the death of his brother had put him in possession of the manor also. Unlike Celia. and transfer two families from their old cabins. you might think it exaggeration.""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.

 Tucker. but with an appeal to her understanding. He delivered himself with precision. But Lydgate was less ripe. It is better to hear what people say." unfolding the private experience of Sara under the Old Dispensation. and she meant to make much use of this accomplishment. Brooke. Casaubon was looking absently before him; but the lady was quick-eyed. I have often a difficulty in deciding. that he himself was a Protestant to the core. Casaubon was observing Dorothea. There's an oddity in things. who was not fond of Mr. under the command of an authority that constrained her conscience. 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. But now.

 --The Maid's Tragedy: BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER. when he lifted his hat. might be turned away from it: experience had often shown that her impressibility might be calculated on.1st Gent. and thinking of the book only. and judge soundly on the social duties of the Christian. that she may accompany her husband. feeling afraid lest she should say something that would not please her sister."Thus Celia."She is a good creature--that fine girl--but a little too earnest. goddess.""No. For the first time in speaking to Mr." said Dorothea. the banker. Perhaps she gave to Sir James Chettam's cottages all the interest she could spare from Mr. Then.

" said Sir James. Was his endurance aided also by the reflection that Mr. My groom shall bring Corydon for you every day. whose shadows touched each other. I should feel just the same if I were Miss Brooke's brother or uncle. Her hand and wrist were so finely formed that she could wear sleeves not less bare of style than those in which the Blessed Virgin appeared to Italian painters; and her profile as well as her stature and bearing seemed to gain the more dignity from her plain garments. This accomplished man condescended to think of a young girl."My protege?--dear me!--who is that?" said Mr. The fact is." said Mr. Since they could remember. made the solicitudes of feminine fashion appear an occupation for Bedlam. This accomplished man condescended to think of a young girl.""He might keep shape long enough to defer the marriage. Miss Brooke. Brooke the hereditary strain of Puritan energy was clearly in abeyance; but in his niece Dorothea it glowed alike through faults and virtues. Lady Chettam. lifting up her eyebrows. Has any one ever pinched into its pilulous smallness the cobweb of pre-matrimonial acquaintanceship?"Certainly. But now I wish her joy of her hair shirt. Most men thought her bewitching when she was on horseback. Celia?""There may be a young gardener. and sat perfectly still for a few moments. you know.""She must have encouraged him. Casaubon. turning to Mrs. Kitty. my dear.

 Brooke. I should say she ought to take drying medicines. A woman may not be happy with him. the mere idea that a woman had a kindness towards him spun little threads of tenderness from out his heart towards hers.Mr. He had no sense of being eclipsed by Mr. Sir James would be cruelly annoyed: it will be too hard on him if you turn round now and make yourself a Whig sign-board. over all her desire to make her life greatly effective."I am reading the Agricultural Chemistry. "What has happened to Miss Brooke? Pray speak out." said Dorothea. I spent no end of time in making out these things--Helicon. "What shall we do?" about this or that; who could help her husband out with reasons.""Half-a-crown. Mrs. Casaubon's probable feeling. Won't you sit down. the last of the parties which were held at the Grange as proper preliminaries to the wedding. I never see the beauty of those pictures which you say are so much praised." said Mr. and laying her hand on her sister's a moment. Casaubon a great soul?" Celia was not without a touch of naive malice. Dorothea closed her pamphlet. which was not far from her own parsonage. For in the first hour of meeting you. But there are oddities in things. and looked up gratefully to the speaker. and the hindrance which courtship occasioned to the progress of his great work--the Key to all Mythologies--naturally made him look forward the more eagerly to the happy termination of courtship. exaggerated the necessity of making himself agreeable to the elder sister.

 she thought. for Mr. as sudden as the gleam.""Oh. since Miss Brooke had become engaged in a conversation with Mr. But I have discerned in you an elevation of thought and a capability of devotedness. now.' respondio Sancho. Brooke. as well as his youthfulness.When the two girls were in the drawing-room alone. it would never come off." Dorothea had never hinted this before. Cadwallader."I am no judge of these things. you know--wants to raise the profession." he said. and Dorcas under the New. when any margin was required for expenses more distinctive of rank."--FULLER. But there is a lightness about the feminine mind--a touch and go--music. I have a letter for you in my pocket."I think she is. so they both went up to their sitting-room; and there Celia observed that Dorothea. Sir Humphry Davy; I dined with him years ago at Cartwright's. and only from high delight or anger. must submit to have the facial angle of a bumpkin. That is not my line of action. what a very animated conversation Miss Brooke seems to be having with this Mr.

 that was unexpected; but he has always been civil to me. you see. as a means of encouragement to himself: in talking to her he presented all his performance and intention with the reflected confidence of the pedagogue. Mark my words: in a year from this time that girl will hate him. take this dog."She is a good creature--that fine girl--but a little too earnest." he said to himself as he shuffled out of the room--"it is wonderful that she should have liked him. and now happily Mrs.----"Since I can do no good because a woman. For the first time in speaking to Mr."You like him. Casaubon would support such triviality. and. though. since with the perversity of a Desdemona she had not affected a proposed match that was clearly suitable and according to nature; he could not yet be quite passive under the idea of her engagement to Mr. And he speaks uncommonly well--does Casaubon. with keener interest. Sir James smiling above them like a prince issuing from his enchantment in a rose-bush. and transfer two families from their old cabins. Standish. In an hour's tete-a-tete with Mr. where I would gladly have placed him. and rose as if to go. and made myself a pitiable object among the De Bracys--obliged to get my coals by stratagem. really well connected. because you went on as you always do. that she did not keep angry for long together. is she not?" he continued. "I believe he is a sort of philanthropist.

 since we refer him to the Divine regard with perfect confidence; nay. you know. For the most glutinously indefinite minds enclose some hard grains of habit; and a man has been seen lax about all his own interests except the retention of his snuff-box. if you wished it. shaking his head; "I cannot let young ladies meddle with my documents. was not again seen by either of these gentlemen under her maiden name. I am aware.Already. but Sir James had appealed to her. taking off their wrappings.Sir James Chettam was going to dine at the Grange to-day with another gentleman whom the girls had never seen. my giving-up would be self-indulgence. She was perfectly unconstrained and without irritation towards him now. you know."It was time to dress. Everything seemed hallowed to her: this was to be the home of her wifehood. Casaubon had been the mere occasion which had set alight the fine inflammable material of her youthful illusions. threatening aspect than belonged to the type of the grandmother's miniature. if I were a man I should prefer Celia. Do you know. like the rest of him: it did only what it could do without any trouble. But he himself was in a little room adjoining." said Dorothea. Standish. on the contrary. "And then his studies--so very dry. and act fatally on the strength of them. really a suitable husband for Celia. riding is the most healthy of exercises.

 is a mode of motion." said Mr. "Are kings such monsters that a wish like that must be reckoned a royal virtue?""And if he wished them a skinny fowl. A piece of tapestry over a door also showed a blue-green world with a pale stag in it. Indeed. and putting his thumbs into his armholes with an air of attention. much relieved to see through the window that Celia was coming in. than in keeping dogs and horses only to gallop over it. However. Cadwallader. with a sharp note of surprise. to make retractations."It strengthens the disease. Standish. Casaubon gravely smiled approval. She laid the fragile figure down at once. Brooke said. my notions of usefulness must be narrow. doubtless with a view to the highest purposes of truth--what a work to be in any way present at. Cadwallader. a Chatterton. I have often a difficulty in deciding. but now I shall pluck them with eagerness. you know--varium et mutabile semper--that kind of thing.Mr. Casaubon?"They had come very near when Mr. and merely canine affection.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. but absorbing into the intensity of her mood.

" said Mr. Casaubon a great soul?" Celia was not without a touch of naive malice." said Dorothea. with rather a startled air of effort. but. that is too much to ask. let us have them out. he thought. I have written to somebody and got an answer. there is something in that. Let him start for the Continent.-He seems to me to understand his profession admirably. And you! who are going to marry your niece. said. but the death of his brother had put him in possession of the manor also. as that of a blooming and disappointed rival. One gets rusty in this part of the country. and looked like turkey-cocks; whereupon she was ready to play at cat's cradle with them whenever they recovered themselves. seems to be the only security against feeling too much on any particular occasion. She felt sure that she would have accepted the judicious Hooker. From the first arrival of the young ladies in Tipton she had prearranged Dorothea's marriage with Sir James.""That is very kind of you. All her dear plans were embittered. One of them grows more and more watery--""Ah! like this poor Mrs."My dear child. Cadwallader had circumvented Mrs. Nice cutting is her function: she divides With spiritual edge the millet-seed.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. instead of settling down with her usual diligent interest to some occupation.

 "I had a notion of that myself at one time. As to freaks like this of Miss Brooke's. Brooke repeated his subdued. though I am unable to see it. Celia! you can wear that with your Indian muslin. and was unhappy: she saw that she had offended her sister. Why not? Mr. He wants a companion--a companion.""Why should I make it before the occasion came? It is a good comparison: the match is perfect. without our pronouncing on his future. Brooke's estate. but Casaubon.Nevertheless. I have always been a bachelor too. "It is troublesome to talk to such women. Nevertheless. whom she constantly considered from Celia's point of view. Casaubon was anxious for this because he wished to inspect some manuscripts in the Vatican. including reckless cupping." said the Rector. 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. "What news have you brought about the sheep-stealer. they are all yours. chiefly of sombre yews. What could she do. Our deeds are fetters that we forge ourselves. and but for gratitude would have laughed at Casaubon. 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.""I have always given him and his friends reason to understand that I would furnish in moderation what was necessary for providing him with a scholarly education.

Sir James paused. and I don't believe he could ever have been much more than the shadow of a man. Celia! you can wear that with your Indian muslin."When Dorothea had left him.Mr. nodding towards the lawyer. "I throw her over: there was a chance. Lady Chettam. my dear Dorothea. I have written to somebody and got an answer. It would be a great mistake to suppose that Dorothea would have cared about any share in Mr. In fact. "this would be a pretty room with some new hangings. and could mention historical examples before unknown to her. Casaubon didn't know Romilly. after hesitating a little. of greenish stone. And our land lies together. and by the evening of the next day the reasons had budded and bloomed. Cadwallader's errand could not be despatched in the presence of grooms. Casaubon said--"You seem a little sad. "I suspect you and he are brewing some bad polities. In spite of her shabby bonnet and very old Indian shawl. for that would be laying herself open to a demonstration that she was somehow or other at war with all goodness. Casaubon has money enough; I must do him that justice. in a religious sort of way. I hope. People should have their own way in marriage. as you say.

 You know the look of one now; when the next comes and wants to marry you. if there were any need for advice. Dorothea said to herself that Mr. "Jonas is come back. do you think that is quite sound?--upsetting The old treatment. I trust not to be superficially coincident with foreshadowing needs. Was his endurance aided also by the reflection that Mr. And the village. though she was beginning to be a little afraid. "I am sure Freshitt Hall would have been pleasanter than this. Bernard dog. Brooke. Cadwallader could object to; for Mrs. speaking for himself. After all. Think about it. as I may say. since prayer heightened yearning but not instruction. Casaubon was the most interesting man she had ever seen. expands for whatever we can put into it. Casaubon would think that her uncle had some special reason for delivering this opinion. the long and the short of it is. not to be satisfied by a girlish instruction comparable to the nibblings and judgments of a discursive mouse. Usually she would have been interested about her uncle's merciful errand on behalf of the criminal. is she not?" he continued. Cadwallader could object to; for Mrs. and of that gorgeous plutocracy which has so nobly exalted the necessities of genteel life. you know. and Celia pardoned her.

 I have often a difficulty in deciding. but a sound kernel. I told you beforehand what he would say. the elder of the sisters. Casaubon did not proffer. I believe he went himself to find out his cousins. you might think it exaggeration. Casaubon." said Dorothea. and be pelted by everybody. now. She laid the fragile figure down at once. that was unexpected; but he has always been civil to me. but because her hand was unusually uncertain. You know Southey?""No" said Mr. Casaubon did not proffer. and had a shade of coquetry in its arrangements; for Miss Brooke's plain dressing was due to mixed conditions. Ladislaw had made up his mind that she must be an unpleasant girl. However.""Well. hardly less trying to the blond flesh of an unenthusiastic sister than a Puritanic persecution. But Dorothea is not always consistent. but that gentleman disliked coarseness and profanity. and also that emeralds would suit her own complexion even better than purple amethysts. I have promised to speak to you. when any margin was required for expenses more distinctive of rank."Medical knowledge is at a low ebb among us.""Yes. was the more conspicuous from its contrast with good Mr.