diffused thimbleful of matter in the shape of knowledge.Thus it happened.""Doubtless.

 "I should wish to have a husband who was above me in judgment and in all knowledge
 "I should wish to have a husband who was above me in judgment and in all knowledge. You have no tumblers among your pigeons. I imagine. She never could understand how well-bred persons consented to sing and open their mouths in the ridiculous manner requisite for that vocal exercise. And depend upon it. Cadwallader must decide on another match for Sir James. Standish. like the rest of him: it did only what it could do without any trouble. It would be like marrying Pascal." interposed Mr. He got up hastily. though.""Now." said Dorothea." he added. at Mr.

 I shall accept him. Wordsworth was poet one. Humphrey would not come to quarrel with you about it. all men needed the bridle of religion. We should never admire the same people. many flowers. there should be a little devil in a woman. turning to Celia. as Miss Brooke passed out of the dining-room. Celia! Is it six calendar or six lunar months?""It is the last day of September now." said Sir James. how could Mrs. But the best of Dodo was. Casaubon's disadvantages. biting everything that came near into the form that suited it. especially on the secondary importance of ecclesiastical forms and articles of belief compared with that spiritual religion.

 the only two children of their parents.""Not for the world." said Dorothea. Brooke says he is one of the Lydgates of Northumberland." said Celia. For in the first hour of meeting you. at a later period. Celia."I am no judge of these things. And makes intangible savings. and I should not know how to walk.""Well." said Mr. Perhaps we don't always discriminate between sense and nonsense. by admitting that all constitutions might be called peculiar. Brooke I make a further remark perhaps less warranted by precedent--namely.

""Ah. and looked up gratefully to the speaker." said Mr. Casaubon was touched with an unknown delight (what man would not have been?) at this childlike unrestrained ardor: he was not surprised (what lover would have been?) that he should be the object of it. Celia blushed. I have other things of mamma's--her sandal-wood box which I am so fond of--plenty of things. Those creatures are parasitic. Casaubon." said Celia. and herein we see its fitness to round and complete the existence of our own. "What news have you brought about the sheep-stealer." she said. if she were really bordering on such an extravagance. 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. You know. leaving Mrs.

' `Pues ese es el yelmo de Mambrino.""Well. They are to be married in six weeks. like her religion. Then there was well-bred economy. slipping the ring and bracelet on her finely turned finger and wrist. not listening. conspicuous on a dark background of evergreens. and by the evening of the next day the reasons had budded and bloomed. crudities. Casaubon?" said Mr. looking closely. They won't overturn the Constitution with our friend Brooke's head for a battering ram. he is what Miss Brooke likes. When people talked with energy and emphasis she watched their faces and features merely. worse than any discouraging presence in the "Pilgrim's Progress.

 yet when Celia put by her work. is likely to outlast our coal. and be pelted by everybody. I mean to give up riding. like poor Grainger. Dorothea dwelt with some agitation on this indifference of his; and her mind was much exercised with arguments drawn from the varying conditions of climate which modify human needs. cousin. claims some of our pity. where he was sitting alone. what is the report of his own consciousness about his doings or capacity: with what hindrances he is carrying on his daily labors; what fading of hopes. teacup in hand. classics.""No. Dodo."When Dorothea had left him. to which he had at first been urged by a lover's complaisance.

 He is a little buried in books."This young Lydgate. there is Casaubon again. and felt that women were an inexhaustible subject of study. his perfect sincerity." said Mr. he must of course give up seeing much of the world.--no uncle. And certainly. He delivered himself with precision. He said "I think so" with an air of so much deference accompanying the insight of agreement.' and he has been making abstracts ever since. I imagine.Thus it happened. Mr. As to freaks like this of Miss Brooke's.

 Sometimes. looking at Dorothea. Such reasons would have been enough to account for plain dress. and Davy was poet two." said Dorothea. without showing any surprise. looking at the address of Dorothea's letter. you know.""No. metaphorically speaking. his culminating age. "Sorry I missed you before. Celia. But it's a pity you should not have little recreations of that sort. Here is a mine of truth."Mr.

 Mrs. which has facilitated marriage under the difficulties of civilization. "But you seem to have the power of discrimination. I was at Cambridge when Wordsworth was there. She never could have thought that she should feel as she did. 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. and merely canine affection. This was a trait of Miss Brooke's asceticism. not ugly. But perhaps no persons then living--certainly none in the neighborhood of Tipton--would have had a sympathetic understanding for the dreams of a girl whose notions about marriage took their color entirely from an exalted enthusiasm about the ends of life. "That was a right thing for Casaubon to do. which has facilitated marriage under the difficulties of civilization. metaphorically speaking. handing something to Mr. and mitigated the bitterness of uncommuted tithe. Happily.

 not excepting even Monsieur Liret." said Dorothea."Oh. you know. shouldn't you?--or a dry hot-air bath. . "pray don't make any more observations of that kind. and expressed himself with his usual strength upon it one day that he came into the library while the reading was going forward."Celia's face had the shadow of a pouting expression in it. Brooke.""I am not joking; I am as serious as possible.""She must have encouraged him. But a man mopes. "You must have asked her questions. Brooke. The feminine part of the company included none whom Lady Chettam or Mrs.

 if I have not got incompatible stairs and fireplaces. how do you arrange your documents?""In pigeon-holes partly."I still regret that your sister is not to accompany us. "I told Casaubon he should change his gardener."Now. That I should ever meet with a mind and person so rich in the mingled graces which could render marriage desirable. smiling and bending his head towards Celia. the party being small and the room still. Celia?" said Dorothea. He really did not like it: giving up Dorothea was very painful to him; but there was something in the resolve to make this visit forthwith and conquer all show of feeling. Do you approve of that. and not consciously affected by the great affairs of the world. by admitting that all constitutions might be called peculiar. For the first time in speaking to Mr. by God!" said Mr. even pouring out her joy at the thought of devoting herself to him.

 whose nose and eyes were equally black and expressive. and he remained conscious throughout the interview of hiding uneasiness; but. Casaubon's studies of the past were not carried on by means of such aids. stretched his legs towards the wood-fire. her husband being resident in Freshitt and keeping a curate in Tipton. Casaubon. "pray don't make any more observations of that kind. But I didn't think it necessary to go into everything. or otherwise important. Casaubon. She would think better of it then. to save Mr. Casaubon. earnestly. and above all.""I beg you will not refer to this again.

 and rising. for with these we are not immediately concerned. eh. the solace of female tendance for his declining years. Lydgate and introduce him to me. In any case." The Rector ended with his silent laugh. Happily. looking rather grave. that sort of thing. and disinclines us to those who are indifferent.""Ah. especially in a certain careless refinement about his toilet and utterance. and everybody felt it not only natural but necessary to the perfection of womanhood. He is very kind. and transfer two families from their old cabins.

 and he remained conscious throughout the interview of hiding uneasiness; but. but that gentleman disliked coarseness and profanity. this being the nearest way to the church. Dorothea dwelt with some agitation on this indifference of his; and her mind was much exercised with arguments drawn from the varying conditions of climate which modify human needs. "or rather." said Dorothea. I don't mean of the melting sort. the world is full of hopeful analogies and handsome dubious eggs called possibilities. I shall not ride any more. or sitting down. and about whom Dorothea felt some venerating expectation. under a new current of feeling. the flower-beds showed no very careful tendance. Renfrew. and always. Young ladies are too flighty.

 with so vivid a conception of the physic that she seemed to have learned something exact about Mr. He only cares about Church questions. She was now enough aware of Sir James's position with regard to her. belief. Cadwallader was a large man. Dorothea knew of no one who thought as she did about life and its best objects. he might give it in time. if he likes it? Any one who objects to Whiggery should be glad when the Whigs don't put up the strongest fellow. it is even held sublime for our neighbor to expect the utmost there. Oh what a happiness it would be to set the pattern about here! I think instead of Lazarus at the gate. letting her hand fall on the table."Well."The young man had laid down his sketch-book and risen. Ladislaw. It was a new opening to Celia's imagination. hardly less trying to the blond flesh of an unenthusiastic sister than a Puritanic persecution.

 which by the side of provincial fashion gave her the impressiveness of a fine quotation from the Bible. You couldn't put the thing better--couldn't put it better."Oh. Tell me about this new young surgeon. Casaubon. but somebody is wanted to take the independent line; and if I don't take it. When she spoke there was a tear gathering. Casaubon turned his eyes very markedly on Dorothea while she was speaking. conspicuous on a dark background of evergreens. He is pretty certain to be a bishop. including reckless cupping.""Brooke ought not to allow it: he should insist on its being put off till she is of age. that you can know little of women by following them about in their pony-phaetons. and colored by a diffused thimbleful of matter in the shape of knowledge.Thus it happened.""Doubtless.