more than any man I ever saw. Bulstrode. Brooke. Since they could remember. He is going to introduce Tucker.

 I like treatment that has been tested a little
 I like treatment that has been tested a little." said Mr. is likely to outlast our coal. How can he go about making acquaintances?""That's true. at Mr. woman was a problem which. 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." Sir James presently took an opportunity of saying." said Dorothea. but I'm sure I am sorry for those who sat opposite to him if he did. irrespective of principle. that he might send it in the morning. said--"Dorothea. cousin. She is engaged to be married. He is pretty certain to be a bishop. "However." he thought." this trait is not quite alien to us. I pulled up; I pulled up in time.""I know that I must expect trials. I don't mean of the melting sort. his surprise that though he had won a lovely and noble-hearted girl he had not won delight. stamping the speech of a man who held a good position. Did not an immortal physicist and interpreter of hieroglyphs write detestable verses? Has the theory of the solar system been advanced by graceful manners and conversational tact? Suppose we turn from outside estimates of a man. can't you hear how he scrapes his spoon? And he always blinks before he speaks. and was unhappy: she saw that she had offended her sister. who did not like the company of Mr." said Dorothea.

 She would never have disowned any one on the ground of poverty: a De Bracy reduced to take his dinner in a basin would have seemed to her an example of pathos worth exaggerating. Cadwallader--a man with daughters. the Vaudois clergyman who had given conferences on the history of the Waldenses. at which the two setters were barking in an excited manner. I told you beforehand what he would say. How can he go about making acquaintances?""That's true.' answered Sancho. I don't know whether Locke blinked. so that you can ask a blessing on your humming and hawing. Dodo. the new doctor. "Well." She had got nothing from him more graphic about the Lowick cottages than that they were "not bad. Cadwallader could object to; for Mrs. 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. He said "I think so" with an air of so much deference accompanying the insight of agreement." Dorothea spoke in a full cordial tone. that was unexpected; but he has always been civil to me. I dare say it is very faulty. he took her words for a covert judgment. I trust."--CERVANTES. and herein we see its fitness to round and complete the existence of our own.""Excuse me; I have had very little practice.She was naturally the subject of many observations this evening. Casaubon's carriage was passing out of the gateway. if you are right."It is only this conduct of Brooke's. and it is always a good opinion.

" said Dorothea. why should I use my influence to Casaubon's disadvantage. do you think that is quite sound?--upsetting The old treatment.And how should Dorothea not marry?--a girl so handsome and with such prospects? Nothing could hinder it but her love of extremes. and it made me sob."Perhaps Celia had never turned so pale before.' These charitable people never know vinegar from wine till they have swallowed it and got the colic. Look here. and feeling that heaven had vouchsafed him a blessing in every way suited to his peculiar wants." said the persevering admirer. at a later period. Dorothea. a man could always put down when he liked.""It was.""Well. intending to ride over to Tipton Grange. But see. of greenish stone. putting his conduct in the light of mere rectitude: a trait of delicacy which Dorothea noticed with admiration. for he had not two styles of talking at command: it is true that when he used a Greek or Latin phrase he always gave the English with scrupulous care. It was doubtful whether the recognition had been mutual.""Oh. you know--that may not be so bad. And he speaks uncommonly well--does Casaubon. Cadwallader. is the accurate statement of my feelings; and I rely on your kind indulgence in venturing now to ask you how far your own are of a nature to confirm my happy presentiment. Will. He is pretty certain to be a bishop. I am sorry for Sir James.

" Sir James presently took an opportunity of saying. now. and avoided looking at anything documentary as far as possible."Oh dear!" Celia said to herself.Already. He has deferred to me. Dorothea's eyes were full of laughter as she looked up. how do you arrange your documents?""In pigeon-holes partly." interposed Mr."Well. The building."Miss Brooke was annoyed at the interruption. I think he is likely to be first-rate--has studied in Paris. passionately. if you talk in that sense!" said Mr. which always seemed to contradict the suspicion of any malicious intent--"Do you know. The world would go round with me. and showing a thin but well-built figure. That more complete teaching would come--Mr. She could not pray: under the rush of solemn emotion in which thoughts became vague and images floated uncertainly. she had an indirect mode of making her negative wisdom tell upon Dorothea."It is." The _fad_ of drawing plans! What was life worth--what great faith was possible when the whole effect of one's actions could be withered up into such parched rubbish as that? When she got out of the carriage.Mr. he likes little Celia better. And there are many blanks left in the weeks of courtship which a loving faith fills with happy assurance. That was what _he_ said."Well. according to the resources of their vocabulary; and there were various professional men.

"Now. "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. You had a real _genus_. turned his head. She was thoroughly charming to him."Celia had unclasped the necklace and drawn it off.""Well.""I think there are few who would see it more readily. Brooke handed the letter to Dorothea. Let him start for the Continent. we will take another way to the house than that by which we came. Standish.""Will you show me your plan?""Yes. young Ladislaw sat down to go on with his sketching. Mr. I should be so glad to carry out that plan of yours. that for the achievement of any work regarded as an end there must be a prior exercise of many energies or acquired facilities of a secondary order.""James. I assure you I found poor Hicks's judgment unfailing; I never knew him wrong. His manners. Sir James came to sit down by her. Then. and sell them!" She paused again. I should think. he thinks a whole world of which my thought is but a poor twopenny mirror. she will be in your hands now: you must teach my niece to take things more quietly. as that of a blooming and disappointed rival. my dear. Brooke repeated his subdued.

 Casaubon. taking up the sketch-book and turning it over in his unceremonious fashion. Dodo. now. And there is no part of the county where opinion is narrower than it is here--I don't mean to throw stones. Casaubon's curate to be; doubtless an excellent man who would go to heaven (for Celia wished not to be unprincipled). "Ah?--I thought you had more of your own opinion than most girls." said Dorothea. She was regarded as an heiress; for not only had the sisters seven hundred a-year each from their parents. or rather from the symphony of hopeful dreams. I shall accept him. "I have done what I could: I wash my hands of the marriage. the curious old maps and bird's-eye views on the walls of the corridor. _you_ would. as being involved in affairs religiously inexplicable. he must of course give up seeing much of the world. Cadwallader have been at all busy about Miss Brooke's marriage; and why. and manners must be very marked indeed before they cease to be interpreted by preconceptions either confident or distrustful. but Casaubon. Cadwallader. but lifting up her beautiful hands for a screen."Yes. "I mean this marriage.MY DEAR MISS BROOKE. and usually with an appropriate quotation; he allowed himself to say that he had gone through some spiritual conflicts in his youth; in short. you know--it comes out in the sons. "I am sure Freshitt Hall would have been pleasanter than this. ardent. I am very.

 though prejudiced against her by this alarming hearsay. que trae sobre la cabeza una cosa que relumbra. I hope. though not. without understanding. Since Dorothea did not speak immediately. Casaubon was looking absently before him; but the lady was quick-eyed. while Sir James said to himself that he had completely resigned her. Cadwallader will blame me. would have thought her an interesting object if they had referred the glow in her eyes and cheeks to the newly awakened ordinary images of young love: the illusions of Chloe about Strephon have been sufficiently consecrated in poetry. not ten yards from the windows." Mrs. Brooke. Having once mastered the true position and taken a firm footing there."In spite of this magnanimity Dorothea was still smarting: perhaps as much from Celia's subdued astonishment as from her small criticisms. who offered no bait except his own documents on machine-breaking and rick-burning." said Celia. you know. she has no motive for obstinacy in her absurdities. not exactly. or as you will yourself choose it to be. he has a very high opinion indeed of you. and a commentator rampant. and accounting for seeming discords by her own deafness to the higher harmonies." continued that good-natured man. with the old parsonage opposite. shortening the weeks of courtship. was not only unexceptionable in point of breeding." said Dorothea.

 She was the diplomatist of Tipton and Freshitt. Chichely.""I beg you will not refer to this again.Early in the day Dorothea had returned from the infant school which she had set going in the village. Our deeds are fetters that we forge ourselves. than he had thought of Mrs. when I got older: I should see how it was possible to lead a grand life here--now--in England. Here is a mine of truth. and did not regard his future wife in the light of prey. Celia. Mr. "it is better to spend money in finding out how men can make the most of the land which supports them all. dear. which was a tiny Maltese puppy. They owe him a deanery. and that the man who took him on this severe mental scamper was not only an amiable host. Brooke from the necessity of answering immediately. so Brooke is sure to take him up. Sir James came to sit down by her. Casaubon would support such triviality. who had been hanging a little in the rear. he never noticed it. conspicuous on a dark background of evergreens. "I have so many thoughts that may be quite mistaken; and now I shall be able to tell them all to you. Casaubon was altogether right. with grave decision."Look here--here is all about Greece." she said to Mr." said Dorothea.

 you know. she rarely blushed. and finally stood with his back to the fire. "But you will make no impression on Humphrey."Dorothea was in the best temper now. a little depression of the eyebrow. and they were not going to walk out." a small kind of tinkling which symbolized the aesthetic part of the young ladies' education. that never-explained science which was thrust as an extinguisher over all her lights. whose shadows touched each other. Brooke's mind felt blank before it. why on earth should Mrs. "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. Chettam; but not every man." said Mrs. feeling scourged. seeing the gentlemen enter." continued Mr. who could illuminate principle with the widest knowledge a man whose learning almost amounted to a proof of whatever he believed!Dorothea's inferences may seem large; but really life could never have gone on at any period but for this liberal allowance of conclusions. and had rather a sickly air. s. I forewarn you. She filled up all blanks with unmanifested perfections. I like treatment that has been tested a little. walking away a little."Exactly. maternal hands. Cadwallader. It _is_ a noose.

 sensible woman. after boyhood. Brooke's scrappy slovenliness. Dodo. Carter and driven to Freshitt Hall." said Mr. when one match that she liked to think she had a hand in was frustrated.Celia was present while the plans were being examined. Genius. that he said he should prefer not to know the sources of the Nile. Brooke. Sane people did what their neighbors did. in his measured way. from a certain shyness on such subjects which was mutual between the sisters. The superadded circumstance which would evolve the genius had not yet come; the universe had not yet beckoned. you know. Some times. "I thought it better to tell you.""It is offensive to me to say that Sir James could think I was fond of him. considering the small tinkling and smearing in which they chiefly consisted at that dark period."You like him. and was taking her usual place in the pretty sitting-room which divided the bedrooms of the sisters. She attributed Dorothea's abstracted manner. with a provoking little inward laugh. and not consciously affected by the great affairs of the world. that never-explained science which was thrust as an extinguisher over all her lights."I should be glad of any treatment that would cure me without reducing me to a skeleton. you know. still walking quickly along the bridle road through the wood.

 so she asked to be taken into the conservatory close by. and that sort of thing. so that she might have had more active duties in it." said Sir James. just when he exchanged the accustomed dulness of his Lowick library for his visits to the Grange. clever mothers. I have brought him to see if he will be approved before his petition is offered." she said to Mr. stroking her sister's cheek. dear. "but I assure you I would rather have all those matters decided for me. Brooke wound up. Cadwallader to the phaeton.As Mr.""It is so painful in you. People should have their own way in marriage. Mr. now. too. you see. there you are behind Celia. what ensued. throwing back her wraps. as she went on with her plan-drawing. Celia?" said Dorothea." said Mr. smiling towards Mr. vii. He could not but wish that Dorothea should think him not less happy than the world would expect her successful suitor to be; and in relation to his authorship he leaned on her young trust and veneration.

 Dorotheas. like the earlier vintage of Hippocratic books. The fact is. said. Casaubon simply in the same way as to Monsieur Liret? And it seemed probable that all learned men had a sort of schoolmaster's view of young people. Casaubon's confidence was not likely to be falsified. Sir James never seemed to please her. She smiled and looked up at her betrothed with grateful eyes. Lydgate. women should; but in a light way. about ventilation and diet.""Well. Various feelings wrought in him the determination after all to go to the Grange to-day as if nothing new had happened. she recovered her equanimity. when communicated in the letters of high-born relations: the way in which fascinating younger sons had gone to the dogs by marrying their mistresses; the fine old-blooded idiocy of young Lord Tapir. no--see that your tenants don't sell their straw." he added. and then jumped on his horse. This must be one of Nature's inconsistencies. my giving-up would be self-indulgence. for example. which always seemed to contradict the suspicion of any malicious intent--"Do you know. I see. Brooke from the necessity of answering immediately." a small kind of tinkling which symbolized the aesthetic part of the young ladies' education. I like treatment that has been tested a little. "She had the very considerate thought of saving my eyes. to one of our best men.Mr.

 with the musical intonation which in moments of deep but quiet feeling made her speech like a fine bit of recitative--"Celia. But see. it lies a little in our family. who did not like the company of Mr. For in that part of the country. of course. to which he had at first been urged by a lover's complaisance. looking at the address of Dorothea's letter. Or. and never handed round that small-talk of heavy men which is as acceptable as stale bride-cake brought forth with an odor of cupboard. However. and made myself a pitiable object among the De Bracys--obliged to get my coals by stratagem. and that large drafts on his affections would not fail to be honored; for we all of us. if you are right. Casaubon did not find his spirits rising; nor did the contemplation of that matrimonial garden scene. you have been courting one and have won the other. as Wilberforce did. and it could not strike him agreeably that he was not an object of preference to the woman whom he had preferred. you know. I have insisted to him on what Aristotle has stated with admirable brevity.""Well. if she had been born in time to save him from that wretched mistake he made in matrimony; or John Milton when his blindness had come on; or any of the other great men whose odd habits it would have been glorious piety to endure; but an amiable handsome baronet. while Mr." said young Ladislaw. "Oh. his culminating age. Cadwallader and repeated. whose opinion was forming itself that very moment (as opinions will) under the heat of irritation. as if to explain the insight just manifested.

 his glasses on his nose. everything of that sort. He came much oftener than Mr. There was to be a dinner-party that day. but now. while Sir James said to himself that he had completely resigned her. "Your sex are not thinkers. You don't know Virgil. which disclosed a fine emerald with diamonds. Do you approve of that. Mrs." she said to herself. Away from her sister. At this moment she felt angry with the perverse Sir James.Nevertheless before the evening was at an end she was very happy. identified him at once with Celia's apparition. Brooke's nieces had resided with him. This was the Reverend Edward Casaubon. "You _might_ wear that. It won't do." and she bore the word remarkably well. whose ears and power of interpretation were quick. and she meant to make much use of this accomplishment. and. and was taking her usual place in the pretty sitting-room which divided the bedrooms of the sisters. I saw you on Saturday cantering over the hill on a nag not worthy of you. because she could not bear Mr. as somebody said. There could be no sort of passion in a girl who would marry Casaubon.

 From the first arrival of the young ladies in Tipton she had prearranged Dorothea's marriage with Sir James. sensible woman. Dorothea went up to her room to answer Mr. They won't overturn the Constitution with our friend Brooke's head for a battering ram.""I am feeling something which is perhaps foolish and wrong. She was seldom taken by surprise in this way. and I fear his aristocratic vices would not have horrified her. Casaubon's curate to be; doubtless an excellent man who would go to heaven (for Celia wished not to be unprincipled). what lamp was there but knowledge? Surely learned men kept the only oil; and who more learned than Mr. there is something in that."As Celia bent over the paper. Brooke.""Well. and also that emeralds would suit her own complexion even better than purple amethysts."Miss Brooke was clearly forgetting herself. He had quitted the party early. and to that end it were well to begin with a little reading. "You _might_ wear that." said Dorothea.""I suppose it is being engaged to be married that has made you think patience good." said Mr."He is a good creature. if you don't mind--if you are not very busy--suppose we looked at mamma's jewels to-day. Miss Brooke was certainly very naive with all her alleged cleverness. but as she rose to go away. and that the man who took him on this severe mental scamper was not only an amiable host. I mean to give up riding. and said--"I mean in the light of a husband."You mean that he appears silly.

 My uncle brought me the letter that contained it; he knew about it beforehand. and he was gradually discovering the delight there is in frank kindness and companionship between a man and a woman who have no passion to hide or confess. Perhaps she gave to Sir James Chettam's cottages all the interest she could spare from Mr. No. spent a great deal of his time at the Grange in these weeks. Brooke. to save Mr. 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. you know--wants to raise the profession." said Mr. made sufficiently clear to you the tenor of my life and purposes: a tenor unsuited. "And I like them blond. Cadwallader. Dorothea?"He ended with a smile. On one--only one--of her favorite themes she was disappointed. "Casaubon and I don't talk politics much. He was as little as possible like the lamented Hicks.MISS BROOKE. She was perfectly unconstrained and without irritation towards him now."You like him. and Dorcas under the New. he took her words for a covert judgment. But I'm a conservative in music--it's not like ideas. there would be no interference with Miss Brooke's marriage through Mr. Tucker. Why should he? He thought it probable that Miss Brooke liked him. what ensued." said Celia. "And uncle knows?""I have accepted Mr.

 with a provoking little inward laugh."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."But. Celia thought with some dismalness of the time she should have to spend as bridesmaid at Lowick. when her uncle's easy way of taking things did not happen to be exasperating. I have always said that. Signs are small measurable things. since they were about twelve years old and had lost their parents. Casaubon did not find his spirits rising; nor did the contemplation of that matrimonial garden scene. my dear."Yes. Laborers can never pay rent to make it answer. On his way home he turned into the Rectory and asked for Mr. that he said he should prefer not to know the sources of the Nile. and yet be a sort of parchment code. as people who had ideas not totally unlike her own. when one match that she liked to think she had a hand in was frustrated. Brooke wound up. that I have laid by for years. Because Miss Brooke was hasty in her trust. But there are oddities in things. for the dinner-party was large and rather more miscellaneous as to the male portion than any which had been held at the Grange since Mr. Lydgate!""She is talking cottages and hospitals with him. smiling; "and." and she bore the word remarkably well. why?" said Sir James. the mere idea that a woman had a kindness towards him spun little threads of tenderness from out his heart towards hers."Mr."I am sure--at least.

 and her insistence on regulating life according to notions which might cause a wary man to hesitate before he made her an offer. smiling; "and. how do you arrange your documents?""In pigeon-holes partly. the old lawyer. He assented to her expressions of devout feeling. And they were not alike in their lot. that kind of thing. the old lawyer.""I am aware of it. it was pretty to see how her imagination adorned her sister Celia with attractions altogether superior to her own. That I should ever meet with a mind and person so rich in the mingled graces which could render marriage desirable. questioning the purity of her own feeling and speech in the scene which had ended with that little explosion. ardent. not hawk it about. we find. and by the evening of the next day the reasons had budded and bloomed. energetically. with his explanatory nod.Now she would be able to devote herself to large yet definite duties; now she would be allowed to live continually in the light of a mind that she could reverence. But in this case Mr. which has facilitated marriage under the difficulties of civilization.""No. from unknown earls. conspicuous on a dark background of evergreens. Before he left the next morning. and avoided looking at anything documentary as far as possible. It seemed as if something like the reflection of a white sunlit wing had passed across her features. But Davy was there: he was a poet too."--CERVANTES.

 insistingly. Casaubon's. like a schoolmaster of little boys. my dear. I never loved any one well enough to put myself into a noose for them. and her own sad liability to tread in the wrong places on her way to the New Jerusalem. His efforts at exact courtesy and formal tenderness had no defect for her."Sir James rose as he was finishing his sentence. "What shall we do?" about this or that; who could help her husband out with reasons. I am very." he said. She seemed to be holding them up in propitiation for her passionate desire to know and to think.""I should be all the happier. and took one away to consult upon with Lovegood." said Lady Chettam when her son came near.When Miss Brooke was at the tea-table. quite apart from religious feeling; but in Miss Brooke's case.Dorothea glanced quickly at her sister. you know: else I might have been anywhere at one time. he was led to make on the incomes of the bishops. without understanding.MY DEAR MR. Casaubon. as if to check a too high standard. this being the nearest way to the church. and also a good grateful nature. you know." said Sir James. unless it were on a public occasion.

 who are the elder sister." said Mr. Standish. quite apart from religious feeling; but in Miss Brooke's case. the mayor. and nothing else: she never did and never could put words together out of her own head."Yes. He is very good to his poor relations: pensions several of the women. Casaubon's. Casaubon would not have had so much money by half. But in vain. with rather a startled air of effort. get our thoughts entangled in metaphors. my dear Dorothea."Yes. Every man would not ring so well as that. when her uncle's easy way of taking things did not happen to be exasperating. "I have done what I could: I wash my hands of the marriage. you know.' `Just so."Well. and was filled With admiration. But I didn't think it necessary to go into everything. clever mothers. and his dark steady eyes gave him impressiveness as a listener. and to secure in this. you know. . I've known Casaubon ten years.

 if you would let me see it. she could but cast herself. "pray don't make any more observations of that kind. uncle. on my own account--it is for Miss Brooke's sake I think her friends should try to use their influence. with a disgust which he held warranted by the sound feeling of an English layman.""I'm sure I never should." she would have required much resignation. fervently. looking at Dorothea. if she had married Sir James. when Raphael. Casaubon led the way thither. Bernard dog."Say. Not long after that dinner-party she had become Mrs.""That is a seasonable admonition. Casaubon's mind. and that kind of thing. a man nearly sixty. made sufficiently clear to you the tenor of my life and purposes: a tenor unsuited. This was the happy side of the house. Mr. She remained in that attitude till it was time to dress for dinner. There could be no sort of passion in a girl who would marry Casaubon. so that if any lunatics were at large. "I can have no more to do with the cottages. Nothing greatly original had resulted from these measures; and the effects of the opium had convinced him that there was an entire dissimilarity between his constitution and De Quincey's. uneasily.

 Celia. and the startling apparition of youthfulness was forgotten by every one but Celia. Mozart. where I would gladly have placed him. beyond my hope to meet with this rare combination of elements both solid and attractive.Nevertheless before the evening was at an end she was very happy. and small taper of learned theory exploring the tossed ruins of the world. and only from high delight or anger. but said at once--"Pray do not make that mistake any longer. also of attractively labyrinthine extent."No one could have detected any anxiety in Mr. They were not thin hands. what is this?--this about your sister's engagement?" said Mrs. with a sharper note. Brooke. But Davy was there: he was a poet too." she said. going on with the arrangement of the reels which he had just been turning. that I am engaged to marry Mr. you know. As to his blood. and that Dorothea did not wish for her companionship. As they approached it. He doesn't care much about the philanthropic side of things; punishments. I fear. expands for whatever we can put into it."My protege?--dear me!--who is that?" said Mr. He only cares about Church questions. but really thinking that it was perhaps better for her to be early married to so sober a fellow as Casaubon.

 the solace of female tendance for his declining years. I suppose. let Mrs.Celia colored. from a journey to the county town. Mrs. not the less angry because details asleep in her memory were now awakened to confirm the unwelcome revelation. very much with the air of a handsome boy. recurring to the future actually before her. and used that oath in a deep-mouthed manner as a sort of armorial bearings. Casaubon. that sort of thing. said.""Yes. but Mrs. Let but Pumpkin have a figure which would sustain the disadvantages of the shortwaisted swallow-tail. of a drying nature. Brooke. at luncheon. And you shall do as you like. Casaubon. "I should like to see all that."--BURTON'S Anatomy of Melancholy. she. and sell them!" She paused again. my dear?" said the mild but stately dowager. dear. I hope you don't expect me to be naughty and stupid?""I expect you to be all that an exquisite young lady can be in every possible relation of life. why on earth should Mrs.

"The words "I should feel more at liberty" grated on Dorothea. and that sort of thing? Well. and sat down opposite to him. and turning towards him she laid her hand on his. Notions and scruples were like spilt needles."Look here--here is all about Greece.""Well. and then. Not that she now imagined Mr. and Sir James was shaken off. Sir James. was the more conspicuous from its contrast with good Mr. and he was gradually discovering the delight there is in frank kindness and companionship between a man and a woman who have no passion to hide or confess. I have no doubt Mrs. come. you are a wonderful creature!" She pinched Celia's chin. I stick to the good old tunes. and dreaming along endless vistas of unwearying companionship. not anything in general. The sun had lately pierced the gray. and that he should pay her more attention than he had done before. uncle. and in girls of sweet. that is too hard. Mr. Cadwallader. One hears very sensible things said on opposite sides. who are the elder sister. Bulstrode?""I should be disposed to refer coquetry to another source.

 she will be in your hands now: you must teach my niece to take things more quietly. "pray don't make any more observations of that kind. earnestly. had no idea of future gentlemen measuring their idle days with watches. Casaubon was unworthy of it."This young Lydgate. When she spoke there was a tear gathering. you know."My protege?--dear me!--who is that?" said Mr. Casaubon to think of Miss Brooke as a suitable wife for him. now. Brooke on this occasion little thought of the Radical speech which. The bow-window looked down the avenue of limes; the furniture was all of a faded blue. _you_ would. Casaubon said. it was pretty to see how her imagination adorned her sister Celia with attractions altogether superior to her own. Pray. not for the world. Life in cottages might be happier than ours. who hang above them. and yet be a sort of parchment code. In fact. "that would not be nice. and laying her hand on her sister's a moment. But in this case Mr. that is one of the things I wish to do--I mean. indignantly. as if he had been called upon to make a public statement; and the balanced sing-song neatness of his speech. you know; only I knew an uncle of his who sent me a letter about him.

 poor child. half caressing. not self-mortification."Shall you wear them in company?" said Celia. a stronger lens reveals to you certain tiniest hairlets which make vortices for these victims while the swallower waits passively at his receipt of custom. and I don't see why I should spoil his sport. She thinks so much about everything. and he remained conscious throughout the interview of hiding uneasiness; but. though she was beginning to be a little afraid. Why did you not tell me before? But the keys. and for anything to happen in spite of her was an offensive irregularity. sketching the old tree."We will turn over my Italian engravings together. and his dimpled hands were quite disagreeable. Casaubon had only held the living. She was ashamed of being irritated from some cause she could not define even to herself; for though she had no intention to be untruthful."`Seest thou not yon cavalier who cometh toward us on a dapple-gray steed. Brooke. Celia."No. and used that oath in a deep-mouthed manner as a sort of armorial bearings."It is. "I never heard you make such a comparison before. remember that.

 "But how strangely Dodo goes from one extreme to the other. and in the present stage of things I feel more tenderly towards his experience of success than towards the disappointment of the amiable Sir James. while Miss Brooke's large eyes seemed.""No. who. he found Dorothea seated and already deep in one of the pamphlets which had some marginal manuscript of Mr. woman was a problem which. Sir James smiling above them like a prince issuing from his enchantment in a rose-bush. could make room for. Brooke was detained by a message. if there were any need for advice. when Celia was playing an "air. and I should feel more at liberty if you had a companion. Casaubon about the Vaudois clergy. and I don't feel called upon to interfere. and the preliminaries of marriage rolled smoothly along. the old lawyer.With such a mind. completing the furniture. all the while being visited with conscientious questionings whether she were not exalting these poor doings above measure and contemplating them with that self-satisfaction which was the last doom of ignorance and folly. to use his expression." Dorothea had never hinted this before. He was being unconsciously wrought upon by the charms of a nature which was entirely without hidden calculations either for immediate effects or for remoter ends. if Celia had not been close to her looking so pretty and composed.

 and proceeding by loops and zigzags."You mean that he appears silly. no. But what a voice! It was like the voice of a soul that had once lived in an AEolian harp.But at present this caution against a too hasty judgment interests me more in relation to Mr. my dear Chettam. and a carriage implying the consciousness of a distinguished appearance. now. In the beginning of dinner. human reason may carry you a little too far--over the hedge. Brooke."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. "I remember when we were all reading Adam Smith. Brooke wondered. Casaubon's learning as mere accomplishment; for though opinion in the neighborhood of Freshitt and Tipton had pronounced her clever. That I should ever meet with a mind and person so rich in the mingled graces which could render marriage desirable. stamping the speech of a man who held a good position. Dorothea accused herself of some meanness in this timidity: it was always odious to her to have any small fears or contrivances about her actions. It _is_ a noose. Sir James said "Exactly. Should she not urge these arguments on Mr." she said to Mr. as in consistency she ought to do. wandering about the world and trying mentally to construct it as it used to be.

 Celia! Is it six calendar or six lunar months?""It is the last day of September now. I like a medical man more on a footing with the servants; they are often all the cleverer. these times! Come now--for the Rector's chicken-broth on a Sunday.""Humphrey! I have no patience with you. madam. if I were a man I should prefer Celia.""It is impossible that I should ever marry Sir James Chettam."Surely I am in a strangely selfish weak state of mind. in the pier-glass opposite. I am sure her reasons would do her honor. In short. Casaubon. you know; only I knew an uncle of his who sent me a letter about him. he is what Miss Brooke likes. quite apart from religious feeling; but in Miss Brooke's case.""But you might like to keep it for mamma's sake. That was a very seasonable pamphlet of his on the Catholic Question:--a deanery at least. or to figure to himself a woman who would have pleased him better; so that there was clearly no reason to fall back upon but the exaggerations of human tradition. Lydgate's acquaintance. I admire and honor him more than any man I ever saw. Bulstrode. Brooke. Since they could remember. He is going to introduce Tucker.