mind towards her elder sister.""Well.

""What has that to do with Miss Brooke's marrying him? She does not do it for my amusement
""What has that to do with Miss Brooke's marrying him? She does not do it for my amusement."It is quite decided.""Thank you. And his income is good--he has a handsome property independent of the Church--his income is good. and made myself a pitiable object among the De Bracys--obliged to get my coals by stratagem. as sudden as the gleam. My groom shall bring Corydon for you every day. "Casaubon and I don't talk politics much. which he was trying to conceal by a nervous smile. Brooke was really culpable; he ought to have hindered it. You don't under stand women."--CERVANTES. and other noble and worthi men." said Mr. She wondered how a man like Mr. his culminating age."Dorothea was altogether captivated by the wide embrace of this conception. 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. "She likes giving up.""Has Mr. the keys!" She pressed her hands against the sides of her head and seemed to despair of her memory. on plans at once narrow and promiscuous. she might have thought that a Christian young lady of fortune should find her ideal of life in village charities. Casaubon was the most interesting man she had ever seen. however short in the sequel. She had her pencil in her hand. and all through immoderate pains and extraordinary studies. and manners must be very marked indeed before they cease to be interpreted by preconceptions either confident or distrustful.

 Casaubon's letter. but the corners of his mouth were so unpleasant. energetically. He says she is the mirror of women still. Casaubon?Thus in these brief weeks Dorothea's joyous grateful expectation was unbroken. If to Dorothea Mr. But there is a lightness about the feminine mind--a touch and go--music. Won't you sit down. Casaubon to ask if he were good enough for her. It is better to hear what people say. and her insistence on regulating life according to notions which might cause a wary man to hesitate before he made her an offer. How long has it been going on?""I only knew of it yesterday. It carried me a good way at one time; but I saw it would not do. Casaubon. "I had a notion of that myself at one time. And now he wants to go abroad again. Standish. half caressing. Even a prospective brother-in-law may be an oppression if he will always be presupposing too good an understanding with you."Dorothea felt quite inclined to accept the invitation."No. That was what _he_ said. instead of settling down with her usual diligent interest to some occupation. I have made up my mind that I ought not to be a perfect horsewoman. She was seldom taken by surprise in this way. Casaubon. might be prayed for and seasonably exhorted. and his dimpled hands were quite disagreeable.These peculiarities of Dorothea's character caused Mr.

 As to his blood. Chichely shook his head with much meaning: he was not going to incur the certainty of being accepted by the woman he would choose. But see. but a thorn in her spirit. And upon my word. and that Casaubon is going to help you in an underhand manner: going to bribe the voters with pamphlets. She thought so much about the cottages. It was a new opening to Celia's imagination. and large clumps of trees. with the musical intonation which in moments of deep but quiet feeling made her speech like a fine bit of recitative--"Celia. In short. "Souls have complexions too: what will suit one will not suit another. with a still deeper undertone. and I will show you what I did in this way. like the earlier vintage of Hippocratic books. I am aware. Brooke. and you with a bad conscience and an empty pocket?""I don't pretend to argue with a lady on politics. he dreams footnotes. He says she is the mirror of women still. going on with the arrangement of the reels which he had just been turning. Standish. and hair falling backward; but there was a mouth and chin of a more prominent. indignantly. Here was something beyond the shallows of ladies' school literature: here was a living Bossuet. as soon as she was aware of her uncle's presence. 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. not the less angry because details asleep in her memory were now awakened to confirm the unwelcome revelation. Dorothea too was unhappy.

" she said to herself. I suppose. though I tell him it is unnatural in a beneficed clergyman; what can one do with a husband who attends so little to the decencies? I hide it as well as I can by abusing everybody myself. She remained in that attitude till it was time to dress for dinner.Sir James Chettam had returned from the short journey which had kept him absent for a couple of days. should they not? People's lives and fortunes depend on them. The Maltese puppy was not offered to Celia; an omission which Dorothea afterwards thought of with surprise; but she blamed herself for it. "You will have many lonely hours. "I thought it better to tell you. You will lose yourself. Cadwallader's way of putting things. Think about it." answered Dorothea. beginning to think with wonder that her sister showed some weakness. His manners. Casaubon.--these were topics of which she retained details with the utmost accuracy. mutely bending over her tapestry. But her life was just now full of hope and action: she was not only thinking of her plans. and also a good grateful nature. entered with much exercise of the imagination into Mrs. and I cannot endure listening to an imperfect reader. and I don't see why I should spoil his sport. to the commoner order of minds. He came much oftener than Mr. coloring. When she spoke there was a tear gathering." --Italian Proverb. my dear.

" said Dorothea. Her reverie was broken. Casaubon.Celia was present while the plans were being examined. buried her face. Cadwallader and repeated.It had now entered Dorothea's mind that Mr. Think about it. and her uncle who met her in the hall would have been alarmed. who was just as old and musty-looking as she would have expected Mr. I envy you that. and then it would have been interesting." said Mr. "I have so many thoughts that may be quite mistaken; and now I shall be able to tell them all to you. cachexia. even if let loose. and the terrace full of flowers. He discerned Dorothea. from a journey to the county town. no Dissent; and though the public disposition was rather towards laying by money than towards spirituality. and Mr. I am sure he would have been a good husband. and above all. who attributed her own remarkable health to home-made bitters united with constant medical attendance.Mr. Her guardian ought to interfere. Casaubon when he drew her attention specially to some actual arrangement and asked her if she would like an alteration. "Miss Brooke shall not be urged to tell reasons she would rather be silent upon."Yes.

 as I have been asked to do. Miss Brooke was certainly very naive with all her alleged cleverness. completing the furniture. I only saw his back. Three times she wrote. but Sir James had appealed to her. And I have brought a couple of pamphlets for you. who are the elder sister. and so I should never correspond to your pattern of a lady. Sometimes. and would have thought it altogether tedious but for the novelty of certain introductions. but is not charming or immediately inviting to self-indulgent taste. it is sinking money; that is why people object to it. but saw nothing to alter. But I have discerned in you an elevation of thought and a capability of devotedness. But Lydgate was less ripe. Of course. Casaubon was observing Dorothea. "going into electrifying your land and that kind of thing. looking at the address of Dorothea's letter. and the preliminaries of marriage rolled smoothly along. where all the fishing tackle hung.Dorothea. with a certain gait. and kill a few people for charity I have no objection. and threw a nod and a "How do you do?" in the nick of time. seen by the light of Christianity. might be prayed for and seasonably exhorted. For anything I can tell.

 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.' answered Sancho. Casaubon said.' All this volume is about Greece. EDWARD CASAUBON. but with an appeal to her understanding.But at present this caution against a too hasty judgment interests me more in relation to Mr. She seemed to be holding them up in propitiation for her passionate desire to know and to think. Casaubon. in relation to the latter. and her insistence on regulating life according to notions which might cause a wary man to hesitate before he made her an offer. Cadwallader. and is always ready to play. and he called to the baronet to join him there. irrespective of principle. I took in all the new ideas at one time--human perfectibility. "or rather. cheer up! you are well rid of Miss Brooke.""It is impossible that I should ever marry Sir James Chettam." said Dorothea. Brooke. worthy to accompany solemn celebrations."Mr. bradypepsia. 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.""No. "It is noble. on a slight pressure of invitation from Mr. now!--`We started the next morning for Parnassus.

 you know. We need discuss them no longer."You would like to wear them?" exclaimed Dorothea. 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. The right conclusion is there all the same." said Dorothea. but something in particular.""How should I be able now to persevere in any path without your companionship?" said Mr. Now there was something singular. looking for his portrait in a spoon. After all. it is not therefore clear that Mr. Casaubon.--as the smallest birch-tree is of a higher kind than the most soaring palm. But Dorothea is not always consistent."Pray open the large drawer of the cabinet and get out the jewel-box. the Great St." said Celia"There is no one for him to talk to. who offered no bait except his own documents on machine-breaking and rick-burning. Standish. Brooke is a very good fellow. pressing her hand between his hands.""Well." Something certainly gave Celia unusual courage; and she was not sparing the sister of whom she was occasionally in awe. Brooke the hereditary strain of Puritan energy was clearly in abeyance; but in his niece Dorothea it glowed alike through faults and virtues. in fact. The grounds here were more confined. with a keen interest in gimp and artificial protrusions of drapery. But the owners of Lowick apparently had not been travellers.

 "It has hastened the pleasure I was looking forward to. Cadwallader the Rector's wife. little Celia is worth two of her. 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. noted in the county as a man of profound learning. What could she do. "don't you think the Rector might do some good by speaking?""Oh." answered Dorothea. instead of marrying. on my own estate.""Well. to be sure. the only two children of their parents. "but I have documents. my dear. But. But there are oddities in things. Miss Brooke. hope. he has a very high opinion indeed of you. Cadwallader?" said Sir James. Life in cottages might be happier than ours. and judge soundly on the social duties of the Christian. and hinder it from being decided according to custom. and thus evoking more decisively those affections to which I have but now referred.""Doubtless. beginning to think with wonder that her sister showed some weakness. But her uncle had been invited to go to Lowick to stay a couple of days: was it reasonable to suppose that Mr. rather impetuously.

 Cadwallader say what she will." holding her arms open as she spoke. Brooke with the friendliest frankness." said Mr. Casaubon mentioned that his young relative had started for the Continent. _There_ is a book. could make room for. Brooke on this occasion little thought of the Radical speech which. when he presented himself. He confirmed her view of her own constitution as being peculiar. Casaubon would support such triviality. come."In spite of this magnanimity Dorothea was still smarting: perhaps as much from Celia's subdued astonishment as from her small criticisms. looking very mildly towards Dorothea. we can't have everything. 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. and rid himself for the time of that chilling ideal audience which crowded his laborious uncreative hours with the vaporous pressure of Tartarean shades." said Mr. cheer up! you are well rid of Miss Brooke." said Dorothea. "I should rather refer it to the devil. "It is a very good quality in a man to have a trout-stream. 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. not self-mortification.""Certainly it is reasonable. "Pray do not speak of altering anything. rather falteringly. "And I like them blond." this trait is not quite alien to us.

 I mean to give up riding. She loved the fresh air and the various aspects of the country. She seemed to be holding them up in propitiation for her passionate desire to know and to think. though without felicitating him on a career which so often ends in premature and violent death.""When a man has great studies and is writing a great work. slipping the ring and bracelet on her finely turned finger and wrist. because she felt her own ignorance: how could she be confident that one-roomed cottages were not for the glory of God. which in the unfriendly mediums of Tipton and Freshitt had issued in crying and red eyelids."Perhaps Celia had never turned so pale before." said Celia. "Well. Her roused temper made her color deeply. worthy to accompany solemn celebrations." said Mr. really a suitable husband for Celia. Lydgate! he is not my protege. The building. also of attractively labyrinthine extent. Brooke to build a new set of cottages. The great charm of your sex is its capability of an ardent self-sacrificing affection. whose slight regard for domestic music and feminine fine art must be forgiven her."Dorothea could not speak. Bulstrode. Such a lady gave a neighborliness to both rank and religion." said Mr. and as he did so his face broke into an expression of amusement which increased as he went on drawing. it must be because of something important and entirely new to me. and the faithful consecration of a life which. 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.

 Happily. "He must be fifty. Ay." said Mr. a better portrait.But now Celia was really startled at the suspicion which had darted into her mind. And they were not alike in their lot. and saying. 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. where he was sitting alone."She is engaged to marry Mr. I shall remain."I don't quite understand what you mean. worthy to accompany solemn celebrations."It was Celia's private luxury to indulge in this dislike. They are to be married in six weeks. "You have an excellent secretary at hand.MY DEAR MR. Casaubon's letter." resumed Mr. It won't do. "You will have many lonely hours.""Dorothea is learning to read the characters simply. But her life was just now full of hope and action: she was not only thinking of her plans. the coercion it exercised over her life. We are all disappointed. and Tucker with him. who did all the duty except preaching the morning sermon. and I should feel more at liberty if you had a companion.

 that I have laid by for years. but apparently from his usual tendency to say what he had said before. Tucker.It was not many days before Mr."I still regret that your sister is not to accompany us. "How can I have a husband who is so much above me without knowing that he needs me less than I need him?"Having convinced herself that Mr.Mr. and included neither the niceties of the trousseau. for Dorothea heard and retained what he said with the eager interest of a fresh young nature to which every variety in experience is an epoch. Casaubon's mother. Of course. and having made up her mind that it was to be the younger Miss Brooke. from a certain shyness on such subjects which was mutual between the sisters. Dorothea. With some endowment of stupidity and conceit. feminine. You have no tumblers among your pigeons. Every one can see that Sir James is very much in love with you. eh. He will have brought his mother back by this time. an air of astonished discovery animating her whole person with a dramatic action which she had caught from that very Madame Poincon who wore the ornaments. The sun had lately pierced the gray. hot." who are usually not wanting in sons. 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. Everything seemed hallowed to her: this was to be the home of her wifehood. with his explanatory nod. Riding was an indulgence which she allowed herself in spite of conscientious qualms; she felt that she enjoyed it in a pagan sensuous way. ardent.

 and more sensible than any one would imagine." This was Sir James's strongest way of implying that he thought ill of a man's character."Miss Brooke was annoyed at the interruption. with the full voice of decision. And she had not reached that point of renunciation at which she would have been satisfied with having a wise husband: she wished. nay. why on earth should Mrs. it was plain that the lodge-keeper regarded her as an important personage. dim as the crowd of heroic shades--who pleaded poverty. a better portrait. now!--`We started the next morning for Parnassus. and she meant to make much use of this accomplishment. It was a new opening to Celia's imagination. it is worth doing. but the crowning task would be to condense these voluminous still-accumulating results and bring them. "I think we deserve to be beaten out of our beautiful houses with a scourge of small cords--all of us who let tenants live in such sties as we see round us. well. Cadwallader had no patience with them. the chief hereditary glory of the grounds on this side of the house." Mr." said Mr. Why should she defer the answer? She wrote it over three times. than he had thought of Mrs. Casaubon.--or from one of our elder poets. never surpassed by any great race except the Feejeean. Mr. was but one aspect of a nature altogether ardent. "because I am going to take one of the farms into my own hands.

 now. has he got any heart?""Well.""Well. present in the king's mind. he looks like a death's head skinned over for the occasion. you know. the elder of the sisters. and just then the sun passing beyond a cloud sent a bright gleam over the table. Casaubon's aims in which she would await new duties."I do believe Brooke is going to expose himself after all. _that_ you may be sure of." said Dorothea. "I have done what I could: I wash my hands of the marriage. ardent. his glasses on his nose.Poor Mr."Hanged. I believe you have never thought of them since you locked them up in the cabinet here. let me again say. jocosely; "you see the middle-aged fellows early the day.""Well. Brooke." Celia felt that this was a pity. then.""Thank you. while the curate had probably no pretty little children whom she could like. indeed. I never thought of it as mere personal ease. Miss Brooke was certainly very naive with all her alleged cleverness.

 I must be uncivil to him. and picked out what seem the best things. never surpassed by any great race except the Feejeean. Bulstrode.""Why not? They are quite true. Young Ladislaw did not feel it necessary to smile.--these were topics of which she retained details with the utmost accuracy. look upon great Tostatus and Thomas Aquainas' works; and tell me whether those men took pains. lest the young ladies should be tired of standing. I dare say it is very faulty. Brooke threw his head and shoulders backward as if some one had thrown a light missile at him."You are an artist. by admitting that all constitutions might be called peculiar. my dear. "I am sure Freshitt Hall would have been pleasanter than this. To be sure. his culminating age. and it made me sob. Cadwallader entering from the study. it was rather soothing. She could not pray: under the rush of solemn emotion in which thoughts became vague and images floated uncertainly. But upon my honor. since Miss Brooke had become engaged in a conversation with Mr. The inclinations which he had deliberately stated on the 2d of October he would think it enough to refer to by the mention of that date; judging by the standard of his own memory. I envy you that. "or rather. All appeals to her taste she met gratefully. as they were driving home from an inspection of the new building-site. I confess.

As Mr.""No. since even he at his age was not in a perfect state of scientific prediction about them. to the simplest statement of fact. he found himself talking with more and more pleasure to Dorothea."Celia thought privately. but pulpy; he will run into any mould. my notions of usefulness must be narrow. However. His efforts at exact courtesy and formal tenderness had no defect for her. He held that reliance to be a mark of genius; and certainly it is no mark to the contrary; genius consisting neither in self-conceit nor in humility. especially since you have been so pleased with him about the plans. what a very animated conversation Miss Brooke seems to be having with this Mr. mistaken in the recognition of some deeper correspondence than that of date in the fact that a consciousness of need in my own life had arisen contemporaneously with the possibility of my becoming acquainted with you. His bushy light-brown curls. so to speak. and if any gentleman appeared to come to the Grange from some other motive than that of seeing Mr. I should have preferred Chettam; and I should have said Chettam was the man any girl would have chosen. the full presence of the pout being kept back by an habitual awe of Dorothea and principle; two associated facts which might show a mysterious electricity if you touched them incautiously."Dorothea checked herself suddenly with self-rebuke for the presumptuous way in which she was reckoning on uncertain events. Dodo. with full lips and a sweet smile; very plain and rough in his exterior. don't you accept him.Early in the day Dorothea had returned from the infant school which she had set going in the village. or the inscription on the door of a museum which might open on the treasures of past ages; and this trust in his mental wealth was all the deeper and more effective on her inclination because it was now obvious that his visits were made for her sake. The speckled fowls were so numerous that Mr. I knew Wilberforce in his best days. but apparently from his usual tendency to say what he had said before. who immediately dropped backward a little.

 Casaubon a listener who understood her at once. fed on the same soil. still less could he have breathed to another. indeed. and thinking me worthy to be your wife. the party being small and the room still. eagerly. but as she rose to go away. Casaubon. was not again seen by either of these gentlemen under her maiden name. doubtless with a view to the highest purposes of truth--what a work to be in any way present at. as being so amiable and innocent-looking. and a commentator rampant."Dorothea felt hurt. I always told you Miss Brooke would be such a fine match. when he lifted his hat."Dorothea checked herself suddenly with self-rebuke for the presumptuous way in which she was reckoning on uncertain events. I think she likes these small pets. Dear me. the party being small and the room still. with some satisfaction.""Well. and cut jokes in the most companionable manner. at Mr. there is Southey's `Peninsular War. for my part. could escape these unfavorable reflections of himself in various small mirrors; and even Milton. like her religion. would not set the smallest stream in the county on fire: hence he liked the prospect of a wife to whom he could say.

 the outcome was sure to strike others as at once exaggeration and inconsistency."Celia blushed."I believe all the petting that is given them does not make them happy. since Miss Brooke had become engaged in a conversation with Mr. take this dog. Sir James smiling above them like a prince issuing from his enchantment in a rose-bush. but something in particular. and diverted the talk to the extremely narrow accommodation which was to be had in the dwellings of the ancient Egyptians."He is a good creature."Dorothea colored with pleasure. living in a quiet country-house. 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. The fact is. Casaubon was looking absently before him; but the lady was quick-eyed. She thought so much about the cottages."It followed that Mrs." said Dorothea. To reconstruct a past world."So much the better. having the amiable vanity which knits us to those who are fond of us. with the homage that belonged to it. Brooke. the house too had an air of autumnal decline. "Casaubon. had risen high. there was not much vice. I did not say that of myself."What a wonderful little almanac you are. whose vexation had not yet spent itself.

 But I never got anything out of him--any ideas. shaking his head; "I cannot let young ladies meddle with my documents. She was seldom taken by surprise in this way. "I told Casaubon he should change his gardener.""No. their bachelor uncle and guardian trying in this way to remedy the disadvantages of their orphaned condition. my aunt Julia. my dear. not consciously seeing. Marriage is a state of higher duties. which was a volume where a vide supra could serve instead of repetitions. And as to Dorothea. Cadwallader feel that the Miss Brookes and their matrimonial prospects were alien to her? especially as it had been the habit of years for her to scold Mr. looking very mildly towards Dorothea. there is something in that. as somebody said. I can see that Casaubon's ways might suit you better than Chettam's. "I don't profess to understand every young lady's taste."He had no sonnets to write. Casaubon's words seemed to leave unsaid: what believer sees a disturbing omission or infelicity? The text. no. also ugly and learned. since Casaubon does not like it." said Mr. do you know. and." Celia felt that this was a pity. I wish you would let me send over a chestnut horse for you to try. on drawing her out.

"Yes."That would be a different affair. you know. sympathy."Celia blushed. these motes from the mass of a magistrate's mind fell too noticeably. he thought."In spite of this magnanimity Dorothea was still smarting: perhaps as much from Celia's subdued astonishment as from her small criticisms. she might have thought that a Christian young lady of fortune should find her ideal of life in village charities." said Dorothea. Casaubon.""No." Sir James presently took an opportunity of saying. 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. since Miss Brooke decided that it had better not have been born." Her eyes filled again with tears. 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. "I should like to see all that. Casaubon didn't know Romilly. in whose cleverness he delighted. indeed. Before he left the next day it had been decided that the marriage should take place within six weeks. "You know. Sir James said "Exactly. but because her hand was unusually uncertain. I should regard as the highest of providential gifts. Various feelings wrought in him the determination after all to go to the Grange to-day as if nothing new had happened. All Dorothea's passion was transfused through a mind struggling towards an ideal life; the radiance of her transfigured girlhood fell on the first object that came within its level. but a considerable mansion.

"It is. with her usual openness--"almost wishing that the people wanted more to be done for them here. for example. was the little church. to the temper she had been in about Sir James Chettam and the buildings.""Why not? They are quite true. or sitting down. and accounting for seeming discords by her own deafness to the higher harmonies. if that convenient vehicle had existed in the days of the Seven Sages. or even might lead her at last to refuse all offers. and was made comfortable on his knee. Miss Brooke was certainly very naive with all her alleged cleverness. the color rose in her cheeks. and agreeing with you even when you contradict him." said Dorothea. Chettam is a good match. you perceive. so that new ones could be built on the old sites. Casaubon said. was the dread of a Hereafter.""How should I be able now to persevere in any path without your companionship?" said Mr. stroking her sister's cheek. we now and then arrive just where we ought to be. Casaubon had come up to the table. and dared not say even anything pretty about the gift of the ornaments which she put back into the box and carried away. So your sister never cared about Sir James Chettam? What would you have said to _him_ for a brother-in-law?""I should have liked that very much. so to speak.""It would be a great honor to any one to be his companion. but that gentleman disliked coarseness and profanity.

 You have two sorts of potatoes."Why? what do you know against him?" said the Rector laying down his reels."No. Celia went up-stairs. But this is no question of beauty. Ay.""No." said Mr. She was opening some ring-boxes. Casaubon was unworthy of it.Mr. 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. raising his hat and showing his sleekly waving blond hair." said Mr. with variations. let me introduce to you my cousin. since she would not hear of Chettam. which always seemed to contradict the suspicion of any malicious intent--"Do you know. and give her the freedom of voluntary submission to a guide who would take her along the grandest path. how are you?" he said. both the farmers and laborers in the parishes of Freshitt and Tipton would have felt a sad lack of conversation but for the stories about what Mrs. Celia knew nothing of what had happened."You _would_ like those. Since they could remember. after that toy-box history of the world adapted to young ladies which had made the chief part of her education. and a swan neck. whose shadows touched each other. and herein we see its fitness to round and complete the existence of our own. I should say a good seven-and-twenty years older than you.

 was seated on a bench. He has consumed all ours that I can spare. but he knew my constitution. and then supped on lobster; he had made himself ill with doses of opium. spent a great deal of his time at the Grange in these weeks. Cadwallader always made the worst of things. I went a good deal into that.""In the first place. which in those days made show in dress the first item to be deducted from. Now. You see what mistakes you make by taking up notions." she would have required much resignation. This must be one of Nature's inconsistencies. women should; but in a light way. and also a good grateful nature. there is Casaubon again. "Sorry I missed you before. much too well-born not to be an amateur in medicine. and then said in a lingering low tone. at one time. you see. or even might lead her at last to refuse all offers. the coercion it exercised over her life. everything of that sort.""I don't know. now. the chief hereditary glory of the grounds on this side of the house. much relieved. and I don't see why I should spoil his sport.

 and would have thought it altogether tedious but for the novelty of certain introductions.' answered Sancho. "I am not so sure of myself. jumped off his horse at once. but he seemed to think it hardly probable that your uncle would consent. and to secure in this. Perhaps we don't always discriminate between sense and nonsense. these motes from the mass of a magistrate's mind fell too noticeably. Tantripp. "I am not so sure of myself. "You know. and included neither the niceties of the trousseau. he observed with pleasure that Miss Brooke showed an ardent submissive affection which promised to fulfil his most agreeable previsions of marriage. It is not a sin to make yourself poor in performing experiments for the good of all. as somebody said. 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.--these were topics of which she retained details with the utmost accuracy."I believe all the petting that is given them does not make them happy. with so vivid a conception of the physic that she seemed to have learned something exact about Mr. without any special object. and for anything to happen in spite of her was an offensive irregularity. so that she might have had more active duties in it. there you are behind Celia. my dear: he will be here to dinner; he didn't wait to write more--didn't wait. was thus got rid of. 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. intending to go to bed.Dorothea was in fact thinking that it was desirable for Celia to know of the momentous change in Mr. Renfrew's attention was called away.

 Cadwallader reflectively."We must not inquire too curiously into motives. I can form an opinion of persons. Brooke. It is very painful. Brooke had invited him." Celia added." said Celia. Casaubon said--"You seem a little sad. dinners. Hence it happened that in the good baronet's succeeding visits. you know. . and Tucker with him. "but I assure you I would rather have all those matters decided for me. You must come and see them. where. Only one tells the quality of their minds when they try to talk well. Then. and rubbed his hands gently. by remarking that Mr. who attributed her own remarkable health to home-made bitters united with constant medical attendance. He ought not to allow the thing to be done in this headlong manner. Before he left the next day it had been decided that the marriage should take place within six weeks. She proposed to build a couple of cottages. you know; only I knew an uncle of his who sent me a letter about him. I should say she ought to take drying medicines. I suppose. Dropsy! There is no swelling yet--it is inward.

 Bulstrode?""I should be disposed to refer coquetry to another source. 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. Casaubon; "but now we will pass on to the house. 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. you know. The truth is. Brooke. you know. uncle. a Churchill--that sort of thing--there's no telling.""Indeed.' answered Don Quixote: `and that resplendent object is the helmet of Mambrino. but when a question has struck me. indignantly. You know he is going away for a day or two to see his sister. and thus evoking more decisively those affections to which I have but now referred. Dodo. He confirmed her view of her own constitution as being peculiar. "this would be a pretty room with some new hangings. but they've ta'en to eating their eggs: I've no peace o' mind with 'em at all. I pulled up; I pulled up in time. and was unhappy: she saw that she had offended her sister." said Celia; "a gentleman with a sketch-book. That is not very creditable. but feeling rather unpleasantly conscious that this attack of Mrs. but really thinking that it was perhaps better for her to be early married to so sober a fellow as Casaubon. Casaubon. when I got older: I should see how it was possible to lead a grand life here--now--in England. and might possibly have experience before him which would modify his opinion as to the most excellent things in woman.

 forgetting her previous small vexations. one of them would doubtless have remarked." said Dorothea. my dear Chettam. about ventilation and diet. Celia went up-stairs. about ventilation and diet."I have brought a little petitioner. prophecy is the most gratuitous. and managed to come out of all political troubles as the proprietor of a respectable family estate. a florid man. All flightiness!""How very shocking! I fear she is headstrong. Miss Brooke. I believe he has. and now saw that her opinion of this girl had been infected with some of her husband's weak charitableness: those Methodistical whims. She would perhaps be hardly characterized enough if it were omitted that she wore her brown hair flatly braided and coiled behind so as to expose the outline of her head in a daring manner at a time when public feeling required the meagreness of nature to be dissimulated by tall barricades of frizzed curls and bows. and the startling apparition of youthfulness was forgotten by every one but Celia."How could he expect it?" she burst forth in her most impetuous manner. You couldn't put the thing better--couldn't put it better. as well as his youthfulness. with a handkerchief swiftly metamorphosed from the most delicately odorous petals--Sir James. my dear. He will even speak well of the bishop. I never moped: but I can see that Casaubon does. there could not have been a more skilful move towards the success of her plan than her hint to the baronet that he had made an impression on Celia's heart."The affable dowager declared herself delighted with this opportunity of making Mr. seen by the light of Christianity. Casaubon mentioned that his young relative had started for the Continent. She was now enough aware of Sir James's position with regard to her.

 She was the diplomatist of Tipton and Freshitt. under a new current of feeling.But now Celia was really startled at the suspicion which had darted into her mind. bad eyes. Casaubon to blink at her. What delightful companionship! Mr. the flower-beds showed no very careful tendance. As to the excessive religiousness alleged against Miss Brooke. and however her lover might occasionally be conscious of flatness. whose slight regard for domestic music and feminine fine art must be forgiven her. it was pretty to see how her imagination adorned her sister Celia with attractions altogether superior to her own. I shall tell everybody that you are going to put up for Middlemarch on the Whig side when old Pinkerton resigns. as if she needed more than her usual amount of preparation. and was unhappy: she saw that she had offended her sister. The more of a dead set she makes at you the better. Casaubon's mind. "I would letter them all. After all. I am sure her reasons would do her honor." said Celia. with a sharp note of surprise. she had reflected that Dodo would perhaps not make a husband happy who had not her way of looking at things; and stifled in the depths of her heart was the feeling that her sister was too religious for family comfort. 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. and she could see that it did. that is all!"The phaeton was driven onwards with the last words." said Mr. she rarely blushed. there had been a mixture of criticism and awe in the attitude of Celia's mind towards her elder sister.""Well.