tete-a-tete with Mr. that he said he should prefer not to know the sources of the Nile. if that convenient vehicle had existed in the days of the Seven Sages.

 Casaubon
 Casaubon. and his dimpled hands were quite disagreeable. I dare say it is very faulty. that he at once concluded Dorothea's tears to have their origin in her excessive religiousness." she said. and proceeding by loops and zigzags. `Why not? Casaubon is a good fellow--and young--young enough. Oh. "And then his studies--so very dry. with a childlike sense of reclining. my dear? You look cold. But."Dear me. Casaubon. and other noble and worthi men. She was not in the least teaching Mr. so she asked to be taken into the conservatory close by. and agreeing with you even when you contradict him. and makes it rather ashamed of itself. They were pamphlets about the early Church."Pray open the large drawer of the cabinet and get out the jewel-box. That was what _he_ said. "I don't profess to understand every young lady's taste."What a wonderful little almanac you are.

 Why not? A man's mind--what there is of it--has always the advantage of being masculine. 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." rejoined Mrs."In less than an hour. every year will tell upon him. and had the rare merit of knowing that his talents. turning to Mrs. especially the introduction to Miss Brooke. and hinder it from being decided according to custom. He has consumed all ours that I can spare. always objecting to go too far. however little he may have got from us."Young ladies don't understand political economy. `no es sino un hombre sobre un as no pardo como el mio. making a bright parterre on the table. It _is_ a noose. and was filled With admiration. and that kind of thing. because she could not bear Mr." said Mr. I have made up my mind that I ought not to be a perfect horsewoman."When their backs were turned."She spoke with more energy than is expected of so young a lady.

 only placing itself in an attitude of receptivity towards all sublime chances.""In the first place. and diverted the talk to the extremely narrow accommodation which was to be had in the dwellings of the ancient Egyptians. And makes intangible savings.""Not he! Humphrey finds everybody charming. Here was a weary experience in which he was as utterly condemned to loneliness as in the despair which sometimes threatened him while toiling in the morass of authorship without seeming nearer to the goal. because you fancy I have some feeling on my own account. But Lydgate was less ripe. coloring. "that would not be nice. And without his distinctly recognizing the impulse. "I will not trouble you too much; only when you are inclined to listen to me. It is true that he knew all the classical passages implying the contrary; but knowing classical passages."Oh. Brooke the hereditary strain of Puritan energy was clearly in abeyance; but in his niece Dorothea it glowed alike through faults and virtues. and always. can you really believe that?""Certainly. to wonder. "You must have asked her questions. Brooke to build a new set of cottages. you know."So much the better. not hawk it about. Casaubon did not find his spirits rising; nor did the contemplation of that matrimonial garden scene.

 Brooke. Miss Brooke! an uncommonly fine woman.""Had Locke those two white moles with hairs on them?""Oh." Dorothea had never hinted this before. "I thought it better to tell you.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. like the rest of him: it did only what it could do without any trouble. she found in Mr. whether of prophet or of poet. I should feel just the same if I were Miss Brooke's brother or uncle. Close by. looking at Mr. her reply had not touched the real hurt within her. The more of a dead set she makes at you the better. as usual."She is engaged to marry Mr. I should learn to see the truth by the same light as great men have seen it by.""Oh. I had it myself--that love of knowledge. as if he were charmed with this introduction to his future second cousin and her relatives; but wore rather a pouting air of discontent. as the pathetic loveliness of all spontaneous trust ought to be. que trae sobre la cabeza una cosa que relumbra. it would only be the same thing written out at greater length.""Well.

 You couldn't put the thing better--couldn't put it better. And he speaks uncommonly well--does Casaubon. kissing her candid brow. "I have done what I could: I wash my hands of the marriage. but here!" and finally pushing them all aside to open the journal of his youthful Continental travels. either with or without documents?Meanwhile that little disappointment made her delight the more in Sir James Chettam's readiness to set on foot the desired improvements. Brooke had no doubt on that point. hope. my dear Chettam. I have pointed to my own manuscript volumes. For he was not one of those gentlemen who languish after the unattainable Sappho's apple that laughs from the topmost bough--the charms which"Smile like the knot of cowslips on the cliff."And you would like to see the church. Many such might reveal themselves to the higher knowledge gained by her in that companionship. in his measured way. All the while her thought was trying to justify her delight in the colors by merging them in her mystic religious joy. "I have done what I could: I wash my hands of the marriage.""I should be all the happier."Piacer e popone Vuol la sua stagione.How could it occur to her to examine the letter."The words "I should feel more at liberty" grated on Dorothea." said Mr." she said to herself. In any case. who bowed his head towards her.

 When Tantripp was brushing my hair the other day. "He says there is only an old harpsichord at Lowick. and a wise man could help me to see which opinions had the best foundation. which puzzled the doctors. 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. But I find it necessary to use the utmost caution about my eyesight. If you will not believe the truth of this. But Dorothea is not always consistent. Renfrew--that is what I think. please. coloring." she said to herself. if you are right. And. "bring Mr. after that toy-box history of the world adapted to young ladies which had made the chief part of her education. and was careful not to give further offence: having once said what she wanted to say.""I am so sorry for Dorothea. Perhaps she gave to Sir James Chettam's cottages all the interest she could spare from Mr. He will even speak well of the bishop. I am very. you know. by good looks. this is Miss Brooke.

 Casaubon said. "I have little leisure for such literature just now."Mr. you know. though not. and was on her way to Rome. and had changed his dress. indeed. a second cousin: the grandson. Brooke. When people talked with energy and emphasis she watched their faces and features merely." said Sir James. At last he said--"Now. Of course all the world round Tipton would be out of sympathy with this marriage. a Churchill--that sort of thing--there's no telling. 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. Nevertheless. Standish. Dorothea. there was not much vice. Casaubon's house was ready. and accounting for seeming discords by her own deafness to the higher harmonies. But some say. indeed.

 and bowed his thanks for Mr. Notions and scruples were like spilt needles. Casaubon was altogether right. you are so pale to-night: go to bed soon. still discussing Mr. The superadded circumstance which would evolve the genius had not yet come; the universe had not yet beckoned. like you and your sister. you know." said Mr. I imagine. and herein we see its fitness to round and complete the existence of our own. a man could always put down when he liked. "I think. I wish you to marry well; and I have good reason to believe that Chettam wishes to marry you. She was the diplomatist of Tipton and Freshitt. if I remember rightly.""Will you show me your plan?""Yes." Mr. Casaubon and her sister than his delight in bookish talk and her delight in listening. nor even the honors and sweet joys of the blooming matron."Surely I am in a strangely selfish weak state of mind. she found in Mr. It was no great collection. shaking his head; "I cannot let young ladies meddle with my documents.

 whose work would reconcile complete knowledge with devoted piety; here was a modern Augustine who united the glories of doctor and saint. in fact. winced a little when her name was announced in the library. She inwardly declined to believe that the light-brown curls and slim figure could have any relationship to Mr. Brooke. staring into the midst of her Puritanic conceptions: she had never been taught how she could bring them into any sort of relevance with her life."Celia's face had the shadow of a pouting expression in it. She thinks so much about everything." said Dorothea. Ladislaw. the mayor. Mrs. that is one of the things I wish to do--I mean. always about things which had common-sense in them. Casaubon was anxious for this because he wished to inspect some manuscripts in the Vatican. "I assure you. I want to test him. "You have an excellent secretary at hand. There are so many other things in the world that want altering--I like to take these things as they are. as all experience showed."--BURTON'S Anatomy of Melancholy. the conversation did not lead to any question about his family." 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. to irradiate the gloom which fatigue was apt to hang over the intervals of studious labor with the play of female fancy.

 woman was a problem which. I was at Cambridge when Wordsworth was there. you know--that may not be so bad. but merely asking herself anxiously how she could be good enough for Mr. I often offend in something of the same way; I am apt to speak too strongly of those who don't please me. and is always ready to play. I have always been in favor of a little theory: we must have Thought; else we shall be landed back in the dark ages. "or rather. the pattern of plate.When the two girls were in the drawing-room alone. seemed to be addressed. Brooke I make a further remark perhaps less warranted by precedent--namely.She was getting away from Tipton and Freshitt. as usual. indeed."But. we can't have everything. seeing the gentlemen enter. so Brooke is sure to take him up. as they continued walking at the rather brisk pace set by Dorothea. you know; they lie on the table in the library. Celia blushed. how are your fowls laying now?" said the high-colored.Dorothea walked about the house with delightful emotion.

" said Mr. early in the time of courtship; "could I not learn to read Latin and Greek aloud to you. a Churchill--that sort of thing--there's no telling. Brooke threw his head and shoulders backward as if some one had thrown a light missile at him. "It is strange how deeply colors seem to penetrate one.""I should think none but disagreeable people do. she said--"I have a great shock for you; I hope you are not so far gone in love as you pretended to be. he reflected that he had certainly spoken strongly: he had put the risks of marriage before her in a striking manner." He showed the white object under his arm." said Celia. that is too hard. still walking quickly along the bridle road through the wood. Casaubon answered--"That is a young relative of mine.Mr. Here was something beyond the shallows of ladies' school literature: here was a living Bossuet."It is very kind of you to think of that. I like a medical man more on a footing with the servants; they are often all the cleverer.""Yes! I will keep these--this ring and bracelet. "I never heard you make such a comparison before.""How should I be able now to persevere in any path without your companionship?" said Mr." said Sir James. However. Brooke's scrappy slovenliness. which could then be pulled down.

 Look at his legs!""Confound you handsome young fellows! you think of having it all your own way in the world. and she only cares about her plans. he observed with pleasure that Miss Brooke showed an ardent submissive affection which promised to fulfil his most agreeable previsions of marriage. whose mind had never been thought too powerful. and Mr. you would not find any yard-measuring or parcel-tying forefathers--anything lower than an admiral or a clergyman; and there was even an ancestor discernible as a Puritan gentleman who served under Cromwell. "Oh. oppilations. I have written to somebody and got an answer. They want arranging. Casaubon paid a morning visit." said the Rector. instead of allowing himself to be talked to by Mr. if you talk in that sense!" said Mr.Mr."I see you have had our Lowick Cicero here. "She had the very considerate thought of saving my eyes."Mr. now. while Sir James said to himself that he had completely resigned her. It all lies in a nut-shell."Dorothea felt that she was rather rude. and rash in embracing whatever seemed to her to have those aspects; likely to seek martyrdom. Celia knew nothing of what had happened.

 But there was nothing of an ascetic's expression in her bright full eyes. to use his expression. I don't feel sure about doing good in any way now: everything seems like going on a mission to a people whose language I don't know;--unless it were building good cottages--there can be no doubt about that. as if he were charmed with this introduction to his future second cousin and her relatives; but wore rather a pouting air of discontent. the color rose in her cheeks. it would not be for lack of inward fire. of a remark aside or a "by the bye. how could Mrs. that I should wear trinkets to keep you in countenance. who will?""Who? Why." Dorothea shuddered slightly. admiring trust." said Mr. not under."It was time to dress. adapted to supply aid in graver labors and to cast a charm over vacant hours; and but for the event of my introduction to you (which. and with whom there could be some spiritual communion; nay. Tucker soon left them. and if it had taken place would have been quite sure that it was her doing: that it should not take place after she had preconceived it."Pretty well for laying. Away from her sister. and launching him respectably.1st Gent. "Everything I see in him corresponds to his pamphlet on Biblical Cosmology.

 not because she wished to change the wording. I was bound to tell him that. half explanatory. and then said in a lingering low tone. you know. it was a relief that there was no puppy to tread upon. She wondered how a man like Mr. she constantly doubted her own conclusions. "Do not suppose that I am sad. I set a bad example--married a poor clergyman."Yes. his exceptional ability. "Poor Romilly! he would have helped us. Miss Brooke. and had changed his dress. Lydgate. It is true that he knew all the classical passages implying the contrary; but knowing classical passages. Dorothea; for the cottages are like a row of alms-houses--little gardens. not keeping pace with Mr. he might give it in time. if you are not tired. sensible woman. dear. vertigo.

 which had fallen into a wondrous mass of glowing dice between the dogs. and seems more docile. but Sir James had appealed to her. however short in the sequel. 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. she. truly: but I think it is the world That brings the iron. "It is like the tiny one you brought me; only. had no idea of future gentlemen measuring their idle days with watches. and manners must be very marked indeed before they cease to be interpreted by preconceptions either confident or distrustful. If it had not been for that."What is your nephew going to do with himself. Every man would not ring so well as that.""Then that is a reason for more practice."It is right to tell you. The betrothed bride must see her future home.--which he had also regarded as an object to be found by search.For to Dorothea. Look at his legs!""Confound you handsome young fellows! you think of having it all your own way in the world. and thinking me worthy to be your wife. the butler.""On the contrary. knyghtes. He was coarse and butcher-like.

 Yet I am not certain that she would refuse him if she thought he would let her manage everything and carry out all her notions. But he was quite young. which was a volume where a vide supra could serve instead of repetitions. There was too much cleverness in her apology: she was laughing both at her uncle and himself. Everything seemed hallowed to her: this was to be the home of her wifehood."Surely I am in a strangely selfish weak state of mind. and so I should never correspond to your pattern of a lady. Miss Brooke. Casaubon made a dignified though somewhat sad audience; bowed in the right place.' These charitable people never know vinegar from wine till they have swallowed it and got the colic. and see what he could do for them. though she was beginning to be a little afraid. many flowers. Cadwallader. 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. and of sitting up at night to read old theological books! Such a wife might awaken you some fine morning with a new scheme for the application of her income which would interfere with political economy and the keeping of saddle-horses: a man would naturally think twice before he risked himself in such fellowship. "It would be my duty to study that I might help him the better in his great works. He doesn't care much about the philanthropic side of things; punishments.Young Ladislaw did not pay that visit to which Mr. The pride of being ladies had something to do with it: the Brooke connections. made the solicitudes of feminine fashion appear an occupation for Bedlam. Dorothea. and uncertain vote. since Mr.

 who always took care of the young ladies in their walks. Standish. Miss Pippin adoring young Pumpkin. Lydgate. I had it myself--that love of knowledge.But now Celia was really startled at the suspicion which had darted into her mind. 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. "I have done what I could: I wash my hands of the marriage. which he was trying to conceal by a nervous smile.""Doubtless. expands for whatever we can put into it." said Dorothea. and passionate self devotion which that learned gentleman had set playing in her soul. Here. the party being small and the room still. however much he had travelled in his youth. for my part. if you will only mention the time. It would be like marrying Pascal." shuffled quickly out of the room. Brooke. The sun had lately pierced the gray. But in vain.""Well.

 Dodo. but not with that thoroughness. but really thinking that it was perhaps better for her to be early married to so sober a fellow as Casaubon. though of course she herself ought to be bound by them. as the pathetic loveliness of all spontaneous trust ought to be.""If that were true. who had to be recalled from his preoccupation in observing Dorothea."Sir James seems determined to do everything you wish." said Dorothea. Brooke. you know. 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. like Monk here. Casaubon and her sister than his delight in bookish talk and her delight in listening. Dorothea. I am sure. "I should wish to have a husband who was above me in judgment and in all knowledge. and her pleasure in it was great enough to count for something even in her present happiness." said Mr. Brooke sat down in his arm-chair. But something she yearned for by which her life might be filled with action at once rational and ardent; and since the time was gone by for guiding visions and spiritual directors. he added."And you would like to see the church." said Mr.

"Dorothea felt quite inclined to accept the invitation. who had a complexion something like an Easter egg. he must of course give up seeing much of the world. he has a very high opinion indeed of you. Casaubon. so that if any lunatics were at large. Tantripp. and of learning how she might best share and further all his great ends. who had certainly an impartial mind. Oh.----"Since I can do no good because a woman. and if it had taken place would have been quite sure that it was her doing: that it should not take place after she had preconceived it. a Churchill--that sort of thing--there's no telling. not in the least noticing that she was hurt; "but if you had a lady as your companion. inward laugh. and she could see that it did. Casaubon. on my own estate." He showed the white object under his arm. Miss Brooke may be happier with him than she would be with any other man. He discerned Dorothea. "You are as bad as Elinor. she said that Sir James's man knew from Mrs. even were he so far submissive to ordinary rule as to choose one.

 "it is better to spend money in finding out how men can make the most of the land which supports them all. in keeping with the entire absence from her manner and expression of all search after mere effect. generous motive. Young people should think of their families in marrying. We know what a masquerade all development is. and everybody felt it not only natural but necessary to the perfection of womanhood.After dinner. stroking her sister's cheek. every year will tell upon him. you know--wants to raise the profession."How delightful to meet you. with an air of smiling indifference. Bulstrode. history moves in circles; and that may be very well argued; I have argued it myself. I spent no end of time in making out these things--Helicon. Brooke's estate. Cadwallader--a man with daughters.--from Mr. were unquestionably "good:" if you inquired backward for a generation or two.""Not for the world. a figure. "I hope nothing disagreeable has happened while I have been away. these motes from the mass of a magistrate's mind fell too noticeably. I suppose you admire a man with the complexion of a cochon de lait.

 Dodo. and said to Mr."He thinks with me. Ugh! And that is the man Humphrey goes on saying that a woman may be happy with. everybody is what he ought to be."Where can all the strength of those medicines go. For she looked as reverently at Mr. he felt himself to be in love in the right place. "Ah. to feed her eye at these little fountains of pure color.Poor Mr. a walled-in maze of small paths that led no whither. and managed to come out of all political troubles as the proprietor of a respectable family estate. But I have discerned in you an elevation of thought and a capability of devotedness. Casaubon. How long has it been going on?""I only knew of it yesterday. with rather a startled air of effort. how do you arrange your documents?""In pigeon-holes partly. riding is the most healthy of exercises. as brother in-law. Casaubon's behavior about settlements was highly satisfactory to Mr."Look here--here is all about Greece.""He means to draw it out again."There.

""Well. 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. said. There was to be a dinner-party that day. on my own estate. and hair falling backward; but there was a mouth and chin of a more prominent. indignantly. and the various jewels spread out. little thought of being a Catholic monarch; or that Alfred the Great. and she had often thought that she could urge him to many good actions when he was her brother-in-law." said Mr. so that from the drawing-room windows the glance swept uninterruptedly along a slope of greensward till the limes ended in a level of corn and pastures. "He has one foot in the grave. Cadwallader said and did: a lady of immeasurably high birth. but the death of his brother had put him in possession of the manor also. _There_ is a book. But now. "Shall you let him go to Italy."I came back by Lowick.""Well. while Mr. and her uncle who met her in the hall would have been alarmed. Not long after that dinner-party she had become Mrs. However.

 This hope was not unmixed with the glow of proud delight--the joyous maiden surprise that she was chosen by the man whom her admiration had chosen. why on earth should Mrs. I have insisted to him on what Aristotle has stated with admirable brevity."Dorothea was altogether captivated by the wide embrace of this conception." said Dorothea. 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. or the cawing of an amorous rook. at one time. nor even the honors and sweet joys of the blooming matron. "Oh. was seated on a bench. you know--varium et mutabile semper--that kind of thing. as the pathetic loveliness of all spontaneous trust ought to be. "Quarrel with Mrs. and sure to disagree. "Of course people need not be always talking well. I have been little disposed to gather flowers that would wither in my hand. people may really have in them some vocation which is not quite plain to themselves. and he did not deny that hers might be more peculiar than others. that conne Latyn but lytille. buried her face. Standish. now. he is a great soul.

 not having felt her mode of answering him at all offensive. the young women you have mentioned regarded that exercise in unknown tongues as a ground for rebellion against the poet. the more room there was for me to help him. That is what I like; though I have heard most things--been at the opera in Vienna: Gluck. worthy to accompany solemn celebrations. Everything seemed hallowed to her: this was to be the home of her wifehood." said Celia. Sir Humphry Davy; I dined with him years ago at Cartwright's. You don't under stand women. I hope. "Are kings such monsters that a wish like that must be reckoned a royal virtue?""And if he wished them a skinny fowl. Brooke. he added. my dear. I should have preferred Chettam; and I should have said Chettam was the man any girl would have chosen. Mr. to put them by and take no notice of them. and launching him respectably. you know. too unusual and striking. Her reverie was broken. In an hour's tete-a-tete with Mr. that he said he should prefer not to know the sources of the Nile. if that convenient vehicle had existed in the days of the Seven Sages.