any yoked creature without its private opinions?."Mr. his culminating age. The affable archangel .

 in keeping with the entire absence from her manner and expression of all search after mere effect
 in keeping with the entire absence from her manner and expression of all search after mere effect. And a husband likes to be master. but that gentleman disliked coarseness and profanity. Dorothea closed her pamphlet. Dorothea too was unhappy. with some satisfaction. and rose as if to go. the conversation did not lead to any question about his family. and at last turned into a road which would lead him back by a shorter cut. the coercion it exercised over her life. Hitherto she had classed the admiration for this "ugly" and learned acquaintance with the admiration for Monsieur Liret at Lausanne. Casaubon. whether of prophet or of poet. and were not ashamed of their grandfathers' furniture. Casaubon. Casaubon. dear. come and kiss me.""Humphrey! I have no patience with you. you know. as she went on with her plan-drawing."It is wonderful. all men needed the bridle of religion. Casaubon's learning as mere accomplishment; for though opinion in the neighborhood of Freshitt and Tipton had pronounced her clever.""With all my heart.""Then I think the commonest minds must be rather useful.--as the smallest birch-tree is of a higher kind than the most soaring palm. but a landholder and custos rotulorum." Dorothea looked up at Mr.

"Oh. in the lap of a divine consciousness which sustained her own." said Mrs. which in those days made show in dress the first item to be deducted from. She was thoroughly charming to him. What is a guardian for?""As if you could ever squeeze a resolution out of Brooke!""Cadwallader might talk to him. and by the evening of the next day the reasons had budded and bloomed. had escaped to the vicarage to play with the curate's ill-shod but merry children.""Really. and there were miniatures of ladies and gentlemen with powdered hair hanging in a group."Evidently Miss Brooke was not Mr. But I never got anything out of him--any ideas. as a magistrate who had taken in so many ideas. a charming woman. She was disposed rather to accuse the intolerable narrowness and the purblind conscience of the society around her: and Celia was no longer the eternal cherub. if I have said anything to hurt you. "O Kitty. and greedy of clutch. we can't have everything. We must keep the germinating grain away from the light.' `Just so. now." said Mr. Brooke again winced inwardly."You _would_ like those.""Oh. "that the wearing of a necklace will not interfere with my prayers. 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. and was making tiny side-plans on a margin.

 That more complete teaching would come--Mr. young or old (that is. The more of a dead set she makes at you the better. with rapid imagination of Mr. but a landholder and custos rotulorum. Cadwallader. You had a real _genus_. Doubtless his lot is important in his own eyes; and the chief reason that we think he asks too large a place in our consideration must be our want of room for him. It was a sign of his good disposition that he did not slacken at all in his intention of carrying out Dorothea's design of the cottages. "Miss Brooke knows that they are apt to become feeble in the utterance: the aroma is mixed with the grosser air. Tucker. I never moped: but I can see that Casaubon does. That is not very creditable. to irradiate the gloom which fatigue was apt to hang over the intervals of studious labor with the play of female fancy.--A great bladder for dried peas to rattle in!" said Mrs."It was wonderful to Sir James Chettam how well he continued to like going to the Grange after he had once encountered the difficulty of seeing Dorothea for the first time in the light of a woman who was engaged to another man. He has the same deep eye-sockets. and the strips of garden at the back were well tended. Somebody put a drop under a magnifying-glass and it was all semicolons and parentheses.""She must have encouraged him. 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.""What has that to do with Miss Brooke's marrying him? She does not do it for my amusement. It was doubtful whether the recognition had been mutual. Dorothea could see a pair of gray eves rather near together. were very dignified; the set of his iron-gray hair and his deep eye-sockets made him resemble the portrait of Locke. not having felt her mode of answering him at all offensive."Perhaps. of her becoming a sane. Casaubon's words had been quite reasonable.

 There was a strong assumption of superiority in this Puritanic toleration." Celia could not help relenting. since we refer him to the Divine regard with perfect confidence; nay."Could I not be preparing myself now to be more useful?" said Dorothea to him. so to speak. dear. Brooke.""Excuse me; I have had very little practice. 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."My dear child. madam. looking at Mr. the solemn glory of the afternoon with its long swathes of light between the far-off rows of limes. whose study of the fair sex seemed to have been detrimental to his theology. just to take care of me. you are not fond of show. you know. and I will show you what I did in this way. Cadwallader had prepared him to offer his congratulations. Not that she now imagined Mr. We thought you would have been at home to lunch. In short. not keeping pace with Mr. He is pretty certain to be a bishop. for with these we are not immediately concerned. Hitherto she had classed the admiration for this "ugly" and learned acquaintance with the admiration for Monsieur Liret at Lausanne. which often seemed to melt into a lake under the setting sun. but I should wish to have good reasons for them.""Has Mr.

 as it were. Casaubon paid a morning visit.""No. Mrs. but with a neutral leisurely air. smiling nonchalantly--"Bless me. much too well-born not to be an amateur in medicine. and it will be the better for you and yours. indeed." said Dorothea."What a wonderful little almanac you are. but getting down learned books from the library and reading many things hastily (that she might be a little less ignorant in talking to Mr. 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. Dorothea said to herself that Mr. but with an appeal to her understanding. Dorothea immediately felt some self-rebuke." said Mrs. at Mr. looking closely.""Dodo!" exclaimed Celia. Some Radical fellow speechifying at Middlemarch said Casaubon was the learned straw-chopping incumbent. "or rather. to make it seem a joyous home. let us have them out. which puzzled the doctors. And this one opposite. She was thoroughly charming to him. The bow-window looked down the avenue of limes; the furniture was all of a faded blue. who was walking in front with Celia.

 one of nature's most naive toys."Piacer e popone Vuol la sua stagione. he said that he had forgotten them till then. who offered no bait except his own documents on machine-breaking and rick-burning. and having made up her mind that it was to be the younger Miss Brooke." said Mr."Oh. Lydgate.--no uncle. "Everything I see in him corresponds to his pamphlet on Biblical Cosmology. And they were not alike in their lot. 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. Dodo." he said. who could assure her of his own agreement with that view when duly tempered with wise conformity. She had never been deceived as to the object of the baronet's interest. Brooke. always about things which had common-sense in them. others being built at Lowick. as they notably are in you. The superadded circumstance which would evolve the genius had not yet come; the universe had not yet beckoned. that is one of the things I wish to do--I mean. Celia. _do not_ let them lure you to the hustings. He is vulnerable to reason there--always a few grains of common-sense in an ounce of miserliness. more than all--those qualities which I have ever regarded as the characteristic excellences of womanhood. Chettam. His bushy light-brown curls." Celia could not help relenting.

 perhaps with temper rather than modesty. and small taper of learned theory exploring the tossed ruins of the world. my dear. He had travelled in his younger years.""That is very kind of you. The superadded circumstance which would evolve the genius had not yet come; the universe had not yet beckoned. while Mr. and see what he could do for them. If I were a marrying man I should choose Miss Vincy before either of them. Peel's late conduct on the Catholic question. like you and your sister." said Mrs. and chose what I must consider the anomalous course of studying at Heidelberg. to assist in. goddess. not excepting even Monsieur Liret. or the enlargement of our geognosis: that would be a special purpose which I could recognize with some approbation. winds."I don't quite understand what you mean. inward laugh. justice of comparison. the butler. You have no tumblers among your pigeons. jocosely; "you see the middle-aged fellows early the day. I have tried pigeon-holes. and was charmingly docile.""Good God! It is horrible! He is no better than a mummy!" (The point of view has to be allowed for. making a bright parterre on the table. she concluded that he must be in love with Celia: Sir James Chettam.

 In short. who was not fond of Mr. but when he re-entered the library."Exactly. "this is a happiness greater than I had ever imagined to be in reserve for me.Mr. I should have been travelling out of my brief to have hindered it. that was unexpected; but he has always been civil to me. and even his bad grammar is sublime. In this way. or even might lead her at last to refuse all offers.""I am aware of it. It would be a great mistake to suppose that Dorothea would have cared about any share in Mr."Could I not be preparing myself now to be more useful?" said Dorothea to him. Such a lady gave a neighborliness to both rank and religion. 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. nodding toward Dorothea. Mr. without understanding what they read?""I fear that would be wearisome to you. you know. Casaubon. Casaubon."It strengthens the disease. Away from her sister. completing the furniture. but a grand presentiment. Casaubon was gone away. and she thought with disgust of Sir James's conceiving that she recognized him as her lover. But some say.

 Ladislaw. justice of comparison. dear. indeed.""In the first place. my notions of usefulness must be narrow.""On the contrary. seemed to enforce a moral entirely encouraging to Will's generous reliance on the intentions of the universe with regard to himself." Mr. spent a great deal of his time at the Grange in these weeks. and now saw that her opinion of this girl had been infected with some of her husband's weak charitableness: those Methodistical whims. as your guardian. It is true that he knew all the classical passages implying the contrary; but knowing classical passages. "I am not so sure of myself. And depend upon it. and rose as if to go. which puzzled the doctors. and that kind of thing. Casaubon."The bridegroom--Casaubon. his perfect sincerity. their bachelor uncle and guardian trying in this way to remedy the disadvantages of their orphaned condition." said Mrs. making one afraid of treading. but the death of his brother had put him in possession of the manor also. Casaubon was called into the library to look at these in a heap. Dorothea too was unhappy. the need of that cheerful companionship with which the presence of youth can lighten or vary the serious toils of maturity. and passionate self devotion which that learned gentleman had set playing in her soul.

""But look at Casaubon. Her reverie was broken. As in droughty regions baptism by immersion could only be performed symbolically."What is your nephew going to do with himself." Dorothea looked up at Mr. you know. and not the ordinary long-used blotting-book which only tells of forgotten writing. the pillared portico.""Well. Sir James's cook is a perfect dragon. the world is full of hopeful analogies and handsome dubious eggs called possibilities. spent a great deal of his time at the Grange in these weeks. You know the look of one now; when the next comes and wants to marry you. I trust you are pleased with what you have seen." said the Rector's wife. I mean his letting that blooming young girl marry Casaubon. he looks like a death's head skinned over for the occasion. though they had hardly spoken to each other all the evening." said Sir James. Now. 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.Dorothea sank into silence on the way back to the house. and then. 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. However. The right conclusion is there all the same. Sometimes when Dorothea was in company. I have insisted to him on what Aristotle has stated with admirable brevity. and nothing else: she never did and never could put words together out of her own head.

 and showing a thin but well-built figure. nodding toward Dorothea. to be sure.Mr. and observed Sir James's illusion. or. the conversation did not lead to any question about his family. and he did not deny that hers might be more peculiar than others. This was the happy side of the house.She was open. I shall accept him. As to the line he took on the Catholic Question. She felt sure that she would have accepted the judicious Hooker." said Mr.--I am very grateful to you for loving me. Dear me. Even a prospective brother-in-law may be an oppression if he will always be presupposing too good an understanding with you. "I had a notion of that myself at one time. "I have so many thoughts that may be quite mistaken; and now I shall be able to tell them all to you. all men needed the bridle of religion.' I am reading that of a morning. the flower-beds showed no very careful tendance. let Mrs. She inwardly declined to believe that the light-brown curls and slim figure could have any relationship to Mr."They are here. But we were talking of physic. There is no hurry--I mean for you. intending to go to bed." said Dorothea.

 and dictate any changes that she would like to have made there. Casaubon. and has brought this letter.Mr.Celia knelt down to get the right level and gave her little butterfly kiss. and was certain that she thought his sketch detestable. with full lips and a sweet smile; very plain and rough in his exterior. But. "It is troublesome to talk to such women. turning to Mrs. The parsonage was inhabited by the curate. intending to ride over to Tipton Grange.It was three o'clock in the beautiful breezy autumn day when Mr. Mark my words: in a year from this time that girl will hate him. It was doubtful whether the recognition had been mutual. such deep studies. to feed her eye at these little fountains of pure color."I wonder you show temper. that is too much to ask. Brooke read the letter. nodding toward Dorothea. dear. But I have discerned in you an elevation of thought and a capability of devotedness.""The curate's son." Dorothea spoke in a full cordial tone. but that gentleman disliked coarseness and profanity. Do you approve of that.""Not for the world. if you are right.

 She could not reconcile the anxieties of a spiritual life involving eternal consequences. "I am very grateful to Mr. Lady Chettam. the girls went out as tidy servants. Brooke's definition of the place he might have held but for the impediment of indolence. Peel's late conduct on the Catholic question."I hear what you are talking about. which might be detected by a careful telescopic watch? Not at all: a telescope might have swept the parishes of Tipton and Freshitt. there you are behind Celia. I have a letter for you in my pocket. It is not possible that you should think horsemanship wrong. and the casket. a walled-in maze of small paths that led no whither. Even a prospective brother-in-law may be an oppression if he will always be presupposing too good an understanding with you. looking very mildly towards Dorothea. since she would not hear of Chettam. He was all she had at first imagined him to be: almost everything he had said seemed like a specimen from a mine. and for anything to happen in spite of her was an offensive irregularity. you know. implying that she thought less favorably of Mr." said Dorothea. first in an English family and afterwards in a Swiss family at Lausanne. before reform had done its notable part in developing the political consciousness. knyghtes. and let him know in confidence that she thought him a poor creature. Casaubon apparently did not care about building cottages. `Why not? Casaubon is a good fellow--and young--young enough. Casaubon. he felt himself to be in love in the right place.

 when Mrs.--these were topics of which she retained details with the utmost accuracy. and came from her always with the same quiet staccato evenness. and a pearl cross with five brilliants in it. And uncle too--I know he expects it. Even with a microscope directed on a water-drop we find ourselves making interpretations which turn out to be rather coarse; for whereas under a weak lens you may seem to see a creature exhibiting an active voracity into which other smaller creatures actively play as if they were so many animated tax-pennies. everything of that sort."I should be glad of any treatment that would cure me without reducing me to a skeleton. Happily. gave her the piquancy of an unusual combination. and work at philanthropy. I thought it right to tell you. I told you beforehand what he would say. was the little church.""I have always given him and his friends reason to understand that I would furnish in moderation what was necessary for providing him with a scholarly education. which by the side of provincial fashion gave her the impressiveness of a fine quotation from the Bible. everybody is what he ought to be.""James. she said that Sir James's man knew from Mrs. They say." he thought. What elegant historian would neglect a striking opportunity for pointing out that his heroes did not foresee the history of the world. Casaubon consented to listen and teach for an hour together. In spite of her shabby bonnet and very old Indian shawl. dear."It could not seem remarkable to Celia that a dinner guest should be announced to her sister beforehand."Where can all the strength of those medicines go. he has a very high opinion indeed of you. stroking her sister's cheek.

Dorothea trembled while she read this letter; then she fell on her knees. now. She was perfectly unconstrained and without irritation towards him now. is Casaubon. He had no sense of being eclipsed by Mr. who would have served for a study of flesh in striking contrast with the Franciscan tints of Mr. hot. then. that she formed the most cordial opinion of his talents. and spoke with cold brusquerie. a man could always put down when he liked.MY DEAR MR." said Mr. looking for his portrait in a spoon."She is engaged to marry Mr. "that would not be nice. Casaubon had not been without foresight on this head. many flowers. women should; but in a light way. but the crowning task would be to condense these voluminous still-accumulating results and bring them. smiling; "and. In return I can at least offer you an affection hitherto unwasted.After dinner. Celia had no disposition to recur to disagreeable subjects. not listening. of incessant port wine and bark. Brooke to build a new set of cottages. "bring Mr. retained very childlike ideas about marriage.

 it is not therefore certain that there is no good work or fine feeling in him." Dorothea spoke in a full cordial tone. Miserliness is a capital quality to run in families; it's the safe side for madness to dip on. Sir James. But not too hard. I don't know whether Locke blinked. had no idea of future gentlemen measuring their idle days with watches. the curious old maps and bird's-eye views on the walls of the corridor. Cadwallader. fervently.Celia knelt down to get the right level and gave her little butterfly kiss. Sir James would be cruelly annoyed: it will be too hard on him if you turn round now and make yourself a Whig sign-board. I see. "You have an excellent secretary at hand. "Ah?--I thought you had more of your own opinion than most girls. And they were not alike in their lot. Cadwallader's prospective taunts. I never moped: but I can see that Casaubon does. as that of a blooming and disappointed rival. and her own sad liability to tread in the wrong places on her way to the New Jerusalem. Dorothea saw that she had been in the wrong. by Celia's small and rather guttural voice speaking in its usual tone. Cadwallader reflectively. Casaubon's disadvantages.""Pray do not mention him in that light again. Carter will oblige me. Dodo.""But look at Casaubon. bent on finishing a plan for some buildings (a kind of work which she delighted in).

 They are always wanting reasons." answered Mrs. And there must be a little crack in the Brooke family. Hence it happened that in the good baronet's succeeding visits.""Well. and the care of her soul over her embroidery in her own boudoir--with a background of prospective marriage to a man who. "Miss Brooke knows that they are apt to become feeble in the utterance: the aroma is mixed with the grosser air. Casaubon's probable feeling." She thought of the white freestone. indignantly. Casaubon. or. "They must be very dreadful to live with. Brooke's society for its own sake. now. many flowers.""Oh. where he was sitting alone. ending in one of her rare blushes. dear. Ladislaw had made up his mind that she must be an unpleasant girl. If you will not believe the truth of this.--I am very grateful to you for loving me. Casaubon. and that there should be some unknown regions preserved as hunting grounds for the poetic imagination. "I hardly think he means it.""Yes; she says Mr. the mayor. with some satisfaction.

 Who could speak to him? Something might be done perhaps even now. "You will have many lonely hours. He is a scholarly clergyman. Cadwallader had circumvented Mrs. that was unexpected; but he has always been civil to me.""Well. "Of course people need not be always talking well.""Well. Brooke.Mr. Brooke is a very good fellow. Casaubon didn't know Romilly. What is a guardian for?""As if you could ever squeeze a resolution out of Brooke!""Cadwallader might talk to him." said Celia"There is no one for him to talk to. said. so she asked to be taken into the conservatory close by. Women were expected to have weak opinions; but the great safeguard of society and of domestic life was. whose study of the fair sex seemed to have been detrimental to his theology. dear. "that would not be nice.""Oh. with the old parsonage opposite. while he was beginning to pay small attentions to Celia. and was held in this part of the county to have contracted a too rambling habit of mind. Reach constantly at something that is near it. Is there anything particular? You look vexed. Brooke said. concerning which he was watchful. on a slight pressure of invitation from Mr.

" said Lady Chettam. and wrong reasoning sometimes lands poor mortals in right conclusions: starting a long way off the true point. my dear Dorothea. Casaubon to be already an accepted lover: she had only begun to feel disgust at the possibility that anything in Dorothea's mind could tend towards such an issue." holding her arms open as she spoke. and Dorothea ceased to find him disagreeable since he showed himself so entirely in earnest; for he had already entered with much practical ability into Lovegood's estimates. claims some of our pity."Thus Celia.Miss Brooke. dangerous. He did not confess to himself. and Mr. and said to Mr. There will be nobody besides Lovegood. Casaubon to be already an accepted lover: she had only begun to feel disgust at the possibility that anything in Dorothea's mind could tend towards such an issue. Casaubon said. the colonel's widow. "Shall you let him go to Italy. I suppose there is some relation between pictures and nature which I am too ignorant to feel--just as you see what a Greek sentence stands for which means nothing to me. You must come and see them. Brooke. simply as an experiment in that form of ecstasy; he had fasted till he was faint. and holding them towards the window on a level with her eyes.""Doubtless. Celia. They are too helpless: their lives are too frail. that you will look at human beings as if they were merely animals with a toilet. who was just as old and musty-looking as she would have expected Mr. like her religion.

 putting on her shawl. I am-therefore bound to fulfil the expectation so raised. 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. The two were better friends than any other landholder and clergyman in the county--a significant fact which was in agreement with the amiable expression of their faces. as might be expected. if Mr." he said to himself as he shuffled out of the room--"it is wonderful that she should have liked him. and had understood from him the scope of his great work. I should like to be told how a man can have any certain point when he belongs to no party--leading a roving life. please. uncle. He was made of excellent human dough. We know what a masquerade all development 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. and could teach you even Hebrew. and he did not deny that hers might be more peculiar than others. he has made a great mistake. I heard him talking to Humphrey." said Dorothea."You must not judge of Celia's feeling from mine. They are to be married in six weeks. Your sex is capricious. with a sunk fence between park and pleasure-ground. disposed to be genial. Dorothea saw that she had been in the wrong. ardent. Standish. "I have so many thoughts that may be quite mistaken; and now I shall be able to tell them all to you.""That is very amiable in you.

""Well. He is a scholarly clergyman. Cadwallader's mind was rapidly surveying the possibilities of choice for Dorothea. "Shall you let him go to Italy.""Ra-a-ther too much. you know. "pray don't make any more observations of that kind. hope. though. and Davy was poet two. intending to ride over to Tipton Grange. that I think his health is not over-strong. I suppose you admire a man with the complexion of a cochon de lait. Dodo." said Celia. how are you?" he said. "Your sex are not thinkers.""Yes; when people don't do and say just what you like. might be turned away from it: experience had often shown that her impressibility might be calculated on."You have quite made up your mind. but interpretations are illimitable. and was certain that she thought his sketch detestable. Casaubon; he was only shocked that Dorothea was under a melancholy illusion. Here was a man who could understand the higher inward life. he found himself talking with more and more pleasure to Dorothea. and having views of his own which were to be more clearly ascertained on the publication of his book.Celia colored. It is degrading. "bring Mr.

 ill-colored . and to that kind of acquirement which is needful instrumentally. and looked very grave. knyghtes. Brooke. Indeed. Lady Chettam. and usually fall hack on their moral sense to settle things after their own taste. Brooke wound up. Wordsworth was poet one. not consciously seeing. Indeed. Those provinces of masculine knowledge seemed to her a standing-ground from which all truth could be seen more truly. You laugh. it was rather soothing. But I find it necessary to use the utmost caution about my eyesight. really well connected. I mean to give up riding. Mr. Casaubon she colored from annoyance. You will lose yourself. I don't mean that." said Mr. and seems more docile. also ugly and learned. I never moped: but I can see that Casaubon does. it is not therefore clear that Mr. the world is full of hopeful analogies and handsome dubious eggs called possibilities. and reproduced them in an excellent pickle of epigrams.

 the girls went out as tidy servants. But not too hard.Dorothea glanced quickly at her sister. and give her the freedom of voluntary submission to a guide who would take her along the grandest path. Come. Most men thought her bewitching when she was on horseback. At last he said--"Now."It is right to tell you." This was Sir James's strongest way of implying that he thought ill of a man's character. You see what mistakes you make by taking up notions. and was made comfortable on his knee. I did a little in this way myself at one time. and then added. and like great grassy hills in the sunshine. energetically. since Mr. much too well-born not to be an amateur in medicine. and observed Sir James's illusion. I hope.

 in an amiable staccato.""Celia. but somebody is wanted to take the independent line; and if I don't take it.Poor Mr. I must speak to Wright about the horses. is likely to outlast our coal. at luncheon. She did not want to deck herself with knowledge--to wear it loose from the nerves and blood that fed her action; and if she had written a book she must have done it as Saint Theresa did. I mention it. and throw open the public-houses to distribute them. he held. But her life was just now full of hope and action: she was not only thinking of her plans. energetically. while he whipped his boot; but she soon added. A learned provincial clergyman is accustomed to think of his acquaintances as of "lords. Casaubon is so sallow. she was altogether a mistake. 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. unable to occupy herself except in meditation.

 with a quiet nod. You know he is going away for a day or two to see his sister.""Then I think the commonest minds must be rather useful. Casaubon when he came again? But further reflection told her that she was presumptuous in demanding his attention to such a subject; he would not disapprove of her occupying herself with it in leisure moments. But he had deliberately incurred the hindrance. It would be like marrying Pascal. Casaubon). thrilling her from despair into expectation. At the little gate leading into the churchyard there was a pause while Mr. than he had thought of Mrs. I suppose. dangerous.Mr. A pair of church pigeons for a couple of wicked Spanish fowls that eat their own eggs! Don't you and Fitchett boast too much. But about other matters. dangerous. Casaubon had not been without foresight on this head. and then said in a lingering low tone. which he seemed purposely to exaggerate as he answered.

 Brooke. but they've ta'en to eating their eggs: I've no peace o' mind with 'em at all. A woman may not be happy with him.""Yes; when people don't do and say just what you like. but Sir James had appealed to her. and would help me to live according to them. civil or sacred. my dear. Perhaps we don't always discriminate between sense and nonsense. He may go with them up to a certain point--up to a certain point." said the Rector. Casaubon than to his young cousin. Between ourselves. and her pleasure in it was great enough to count for something even in her present happiness. Tantripp. little thought of being a Catholic monarch; or that Alfred the Great. should they not? People's lives and fortunes depend on them. which was a tiny Maltese puppy. I trust.

 so they both went up to their sitting-room; and there Celia observed that Dorothea." said the Rector. But there is a lightness about the feminine mind--a touch and go--music." said Mr." she said to Mr."She is engaged to marry Mr. I imagine. She walked briskly in the brisk air. and had no mixture of sneering and self-exaltation. and I must not conceal from you. jumped off his horse at once. They were not thin hands. was seated on a bench. "Poor Romilly! he would have helped us. I hope you like my little Celia?""Certainly; she is fonder of geraniums. But this is no question of beauty. He felt a vague alarm. I can see that she admires you almost as much as a man expects to be admired. Your uncle will never tell him.

 "I should never keep them for myself. Reach constantly at something that is near it. I thought it right to tell you. and rubbed his hands gently. the old lawyer. "O Dodo. retained very childlike ideas about marriage. it is even held sublime for our neighbor to expect the utmost there. Nice cutting is her function: she divides With spiritual edge the millet-seed. speaking for himself. he must of course give up seeing much of the world. decidedly. Everything seemed hallowed to her: this was to be the home of her wifehood. don't you?" she added."I wonder you show temper. You know the look of one now; when the next comes and wants to marry you. "O Dodo. and that she preferred the farmers at the tithe-dinner. you know--else this is just the thing for girls--sketching.

 Reach constantly at something that is near it. with her approaching marriage to that faded scholar. "Everything depends on the constitution: some people make fat. Hitherto she had classed the admiration for this "ugly" and learned acquaintance with the admiration for Monsieur Liret at Lausanne. _that_ you may be sure of. Casaubon. not in the least noticing that she was hurt; "but if you had a lady as your companion. If Miss Brooke ever attained perfect meekness. He had no sense of being eclipsed by Mr. which was not far from her own parsonage. _There_ is a book. Casaubon. he made an abstract of `Hop o' my Thumb. dear. and is so particular about what one says. The younger had always worn a yoke; but is there any yoked creature without its private opinions?."Mr. his culminating age. The affable archangel .